Sunday, November 28, 2010

I gained 4 kilos in 2 weeks!!!!

I gained 4 kilos in just less than two weeks since my hubby came back.  Yeah..yeah blame it on him!  :)
If you were wondering why gaining some 4 kilos is such a big deal for me, you are totally wrong because it is NOT a big deal..it is bigger than big itself.  I know I was NEVER thin but that is not the whole point of fussing about 4 kg.

Well, for a start, with my PCOS, I need to be less than 58 kg for my menstrual  cycle to regulate sans the aid of Duphaston which is a good thing for my body.  It has always been my own theory that too much medicine can be harmful at times although I am not sure about the hormone pills I am taking to induce my period.  I guess it is my own way to find an excuse for not wolfing down those pills.

Secondly,  I am afraid of getting diabetes! Ironically, this does not help to curb my appetite for food lately.  

Thirdly,  when I got married, I was 75 kg and was teased a lot by relatives for being large but today the weight is much less than that..by my standard that is.  So, I definitely do not want to be anywhere near that range as it really made my self-esteem really low, not that it is any higher now but at least I feel better than before.  At least I can share clothes with my son. I really love those Mickey Mouse pj's I bought.

But then, how could you not eat?  It has been 3 months since the kids have had dinner with their father and I do not want to be a killjoy when I choose to eat something else than what I have cooked.  My little ones just love having dinner as a family and eating the same food as everyone else at the table.  Apart from that, I just can't resist the late night snacks prepared by my husband who RARELY cooks for us.  

Then, when I go back to my mam's house, she would prepare all these delicious and mouthwatering dishes like my favorite ikan tenggiri masak lemak cili api, sambal tempe for my hubby, goreng ikan bilis with petai (for hubby again), tauhu sumbat (again for Amat Apis) and all sorts of meat dishes (why are all these Amat Apis' favorite food????).  I just don't have the heart to turn her down by refusing a second plate of rice when she, with her heart problem would cook up a storm for my husband!!!  

My MIL on the other hand is not a fan of cooking.  A simple dish of protein and another dish of veggie is all that it takes to keep the family happy.  But when we are around, she would cook more than usual often using coconut milk which is not something common in her kitchen but knowing how I like my coconut milk, that's a sacrifice on her part.  I know how tough it is for her to prepare all those dishes  so when the table is set, all plates on the table would be filled with rice, can you turn your MIL down? Of course not, especially when she has prepared so much and especially when took her first born child!  You DO want to be in her good book although it requires some sacrifice in the vanity sense, right?

Lastly, I know my rambling today are a bit shaky and lame and some might think that I am just making excuses to say that my weight gain is acceptable..but what the heck. It is 3.30 am, I just came back from holidaying at JB.  Goodnight or more appropriately, good morning.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

A VERY TOUCHING AND EMOTIONAL POEM....PLS PASS IT ON!!

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.


I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.


I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.


As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.


I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.


As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.


I'm lying here dying, Mom.....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.


There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.


I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.


He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.


Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.


The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.


Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, 
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?


Someone took the effort to write this poem. So please, forward this to as many people as you can. And see if we can get a chain going around the world that will make people understand that don't mix drinking and driving. 


PLEASE DO THE FAVOR
   

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Better off without you as a friend!

To whom it may concern,
First and foremost I would like to dedicate this post just for you and no one else and therefore, if you have large balls which I presume should be as large as your mouth, if not larger, then please reply to this humble post that I am typing affectionately for you and you alone.

Secondly, I would like to pose one sincere question.  Just who the hell do you think you are to call little children monkeys and chimpanzees and to say that they seem to be reared in the zoo and that their parents are negligent people?  If those kids look more or less like you physically, then most probably, you are the monkey and chimpanzee too because it takes one to know one! 

Thirdly, if you ever cared to upgrade your psychology knowledge, then you should damn well know that those chimpanzee like children who hailed from the zoo who seemed to piss you off when you were having a meal at McDonald's actually have the traits of being brilliant children..I guess more brilliant than you who I assume should have a doctorate in the art of "Bitchery.", something you do just as good as Joan Rivers.

Fourthly, be pissed off at the parents rather than the children.  Yes, children sometimes tend to be extremely annoying..believe me I should know for I live with 3 EVERY DAY but to vent your anger on your FB account towards them and name calling them viciously is just unacceptable!!!  They are only children, so what do they know??  As children, one of their interests is to play anywhere and at any time! Just for your information!  So, tell their parents off, tell the parents to control their children if it really upsets you but please NEVER call children who are rowdy, monkeys or chimpanzees because I pray for the day when your wife gives birth to a monkey, then on that day, you would really regret uttering those hurtful words!

Fifth, if you direly crave for some peaceful ambience while eating out, then why not use the money you acquire from your business to spend it at some posh place rather than going to McDonald's which is commonly known as a family eatery targeted especially for children and youngsters.  Well..I guess many people should know of this fact..it is general knowledge, you know! Woops..you didn't know..how stupid of you who seem to know everything!  Oh yeah, one note though..do not go to the Japanese Restaurant at Nikko Hotel because they also cater for families with children who are hmmm...let me put this in your words..monkeys and chimpanzees like!  Well most probably, they are catered for because they can afford to pay a hefty price for a simple meal of rolled rice with fish roe that is given the name 'sushi' or deep fried fish fillet or vegetable named 'tempura'.  Oh yes, if you were wondering, it comes from personal experience..life is beautiful when you can afford to pay RM 750 for a meal your whole family can enjoy while the children are given the freedom to act like 'monkeys or chimpanzees' as you would say it!  I pity you because you can only afford McDonald's while you seem to flaunt having a lavish lifestyle unlike me, a government school teacher earning less than RM 2000 after paying of her debts, who had to save every penny just for a little bit of luxury!

Lastly, I do not lose anything when you deleted me from your friend list.  I am only feeling bitter because I LOATHE people the likes of you who have a vile mouth but cannot accept criticism for your wrongdoings!!!  I LOATHE people who like to bitch about every other thing in the world but becomes hostile when are bitched about!!  I know you just could not accept my statement condemning you for your arrogance.     So..hunny, GOOD RIDDANCE TO BAD RUBBISH!!!!

Love deeply,
The girl you taught to speak Malay

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Being my rock?

Have you ever wondered how the saying 'being my rock' was derived?  There must surely be some logical reason to why a rock is used, if not a story behind it that pretty much makes sense.  Figuratively, when you say that someone is your rock, it bears the same meaning as that someone being your pillar of strength, right? But why use a rock as a metaphor for  someone who becomes the reason for your strength and/or sanity?  Couldn't there be any other objects that could best replace ‘rock’?

Take this into account.  I have just watched a movie where this crazy old lady used a huge rock tied to her victim's feet to drown the victim that was the cause for her distress.  When she pushed her off a boat, it was the rock that helped to sink the  helpless lady down to bottom of a lake within the speed of light. Isn't that just ironic when something used as a sign of support is also used as the perfect murder weapon? So are you sure that you want to refer to that certain someone as ‘being your rock’?    

Hell no..! He could just be that piece of object to help take my life away. Apart from that,  if I were to translate rock into bahasa, it would be 'batu' which would lead to a different connotation like what lies in the middle of a man's two legs..you know, those hanging fruit of the loom?? ;)  

So while I was thinking of what other phrases that could be used alternately with the phrase ‘my pillar of strength’, since I was comfortably lying down on my huge king sized mattress,  it then dawned on to me as this mattress literally supports me from behind, especially on those cold rainy nights and on days when I cry myself to sleep, why not use ‘mattress’ instead of ‘rock’?  

Hence, after weighing down the odds, I shall use the phrase 'being my tilam (mattress) vono' as opposed to 'being my rock'!   It sure is a better choice because literally, this mattress of mine does do justice when it comes to giving me that much needed support.  And the better deal is, it is  accredited by chiropractors too!   Therefore, rather than using a tool for death or that pleasure giving ehem ehem, I shall now use this new term extensively... and to top it all, I do owe my good night's sleep to it!      

Ahmad Hafiz, on a serious note...thanks for always being my tilam vono and my rock too!  (You get it? You get it?)


This is my plain ramblings for today.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Kids nowadays.

They are just too pampered that they do not know how to appreciate the things that are handed to them.  As I am typing this post, I am striving to ignore the noise made by my children AND their friends bashing and trashing the toys  I bought using my hard-earned money which to them is considered as playing with.  And I tell you, it ain't music to the ears!!!!!

Those were the days when a simple game of 'tarik upih' or 'biji getah' was enough to give an orgasmic reaction during playtimes. The best thing is, it didn't even cost a penny.  But now, what was free to us back then is considered not cool or an in thing to kids now (mine ler at least..tak nak kata anak orang) but toys like 'Nerf' (whatever the hell that is), 'Bareblade' (like... what the fish???), Barbie and animated games like 'Super Crazy Maniac Guitar Deluxe 1, 2 and 3' are what it takes to give them that adrenaline rush.  Gone is the old and in with the new..

Hmmmphh..not their fault they were born into this world. It was my pleasure that created them so all I have to say is "hambik kau!"  

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Evidences that I contribute to the Malaysian Government coffer..and not by being a teacher!

No.
Vehicle No.
Date & Time
of Offence
District
Location of Offence
Offence
Summon Amount
(RM)
Discounted Amount
(RM)
Offered Amount
(RM)
1
W**2810
19 Jul 2010
11:10:00
KEMAMAN
KM 120 JLN KTRG-KTN
SPEEDING
300.00
0.00
300.00
2
W**2810
22 May 2009
12:01:00
TEMERLOH
KM 126 LPT
SPEEDING
300.00
0.00
300.00
3
W**2810
04 Mar 2008
11:18:00
KEMAMAN
KM 122 JLN K/TRG-KUANTAN
SPEEDING
300.00
0.00
300.00



I guess that means I will have a deficit amount in my savings in pursuit of that Chanel 2.55...DAMN!