Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Two 8-year-old girls were having a conversation.

Girl A: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Girl B: A Youtuber!
Girl A: Why?
Girl B: Subscribers!

I asked her 17-year-old sister- "Does she really want to be a Youtuber?"

Is that even a valid job?
Wow, I can't imagine how teachers read their pupils' ambitions nowadays.

Me: Is that what you write when your teacher asks about your ambition?
Girl B: That is my first ambition. Cita-cita kedua saya nak jadi dentist.



Me: Awak dapat nombor berapa?
Girl: Number 2.
Me: Wow! Wait. Which class are you in?
Girl: The last one.
Me: Bolehlah...

Me: How many people are in your class?
Girl: 30.
Me: 30 je?
Girl: Yes. And only 4 girls.
Me: How many classes?
Girl: 5.
Me: Lima je? Sikitnya! MRSM lagi banyak kelas.

Girl: Saya dapat hadiah peningkatan prestasi juga.
Me: Oh. Okay. That's good. So, next year masuk kelas mana?
Girl: Kelas number 3.
Me: Okay. So, you lompat 2 kelas! Girl, kiranya Girl ni hebatlah juga.

Girl: Hebat tu apa?
Me: (-___-) Hebat tu- Awesome!


Tuesday, November 15, 2016

I eat because I'm hungry. I have to eat to produce breastmilk. And, I hate to see wasted food.

Sometimes, I whine to my husband that I'm hungry or craving for something.

Last weekend, we had lunch. Then, at 6pm, my husband had ice cream while I ordered pasta. At 8pm, we were ordering dinner.

Then, my husband said: You ni banyak makan lah.

Why was he pointing this out? Am I getting fat now?

Today, I asked him.

Me: Abang, I gemuk ke?
Him: Perut gemuk.
Me: What! Is that how you answer me? Wrong answer!
Him: Haha. Kuruslah...
Me: I cantik tak?
Him: Cantik.

So, I have love handles. They are not easy to get rid of, okay!

Perhaps I should eat less.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

I am thinking of sending my son to a school next year. He is going to be 4 soon- still baby talks! Stutter pun ada juga.

Anyway, about the school, I am keen to choose the one who has the most playtime. I'm only gonna be a tiger mom when he's older. Haha.

But I know, I would end up choosing the most convenient one- nearest to home or has bus service. I wish we had a driver. Sigh.

And...I think I will be the kind of mom who people look down at. Because I would most probably just pack a mini box of cereal or fry some fish fingers/ sausages/ chips for my kid.

I'm feeling the pressure already! Haha. Suka hatilah...You can judge me all you want, but I don't think I am a bad mom. At least, I am not that badddd!

Friday, November 4, 2016

What a bad week, filled with tears every day.

I lost a client, who is also a mother to children aged from 5 months old to 8 years old.

Oh, baby, you are 5 months old and you are motherless.
Oh, baby, please grow up strong.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

I've been haunted: thinking about that Japanese mother who left her children to die.

Tonight, I can't sleep again.

Now, I want to imagine their happy faces in heaven. They are better off there anyway.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

2 weeks ago, my husband went shopping with my son at KLCC. I was working.

Usually, if I asked my husband to buy me anything, he would say- "Susah. Sebab Abang K ada. I tak boleh buat apa-apa."

So, I asked my husband:

Me: Tak susah ke shopping dengan Abang K?
Him: Abang K tidur dalam stroller. Sebab tu I boleh shopping.
Me: Ha? You bawa stroller? Dia tidur dalam kereta ke?
Him: Tak lah. Lepas jalan-jalan, dia penat. Lepas itu, dia duduk dalam stroller, tidur sendiri.
Me: Ohh...Kenapa you bawa stroller siap-siap? Biasanya you tak suka.
Him: Senang nak letak barang.

Before this, my husband didn't like the stroller. He used to bring back my son to his hometown, without the stroller. He would rather carry my son because he thought the stroller was such a hassle. Besides, he thought my son is a big boy.

Then, he would complaint that his shoulders hurt for carrying my son. I told him, "Bawa stroller tu. Senang kalau nak check in. Walaupun Abang K dah besar, he still needs his afternoon nap. Kalau tak cukup tidur, nanti dia cranky."

It took some time to convince my husband. Finally, he gave in and discovered the convenience of bringing the stroller. But I thought, he would only bring the stroller to the airport.


Suddenly, I pictured him pushing the stroller. Haha. I wonder what would people think of him.

I told Mother about this.

Mother: Tak pelik ke orang tengok lelaki tolak stroller (without the wife)?
Me: Haha (beaming with pride)
Mother: Cuba bayangkan Abang (my brother) buat macam tu? Memang tak akan!

It's true. I can't imagine Father or my brothers doing it.
They are the - this is women's job, I am not doing it - kinda men.

I know a lot of men are like my husband. He' s not rare, a lot of my friends/ friends' husbands are doing it too. It's just that he is rare in my family.

I love my husband!

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Abang K: Mommy, nak tengok penguin.
Me: Okay, nanti kita ajak Daddy jalan okay...Abang K nak tengok penguin ye...
Abang K: Penguin jalan macam ni...(Demonstrates the penguin waddle) Macam maktok jalan!


Tuesday, October 4, 2016

I worry about my children becoming little brats.

I don't know lah whether I yang over perasan, but I notice my MIL always takes my son's side.

When he's naughty and throws food on purpose- tak apa.

When he makes a mess on purpose- biarkan.

When he fights with his cousins- the cousins get scolded.

When he doesn't want to share- the cousins are told to leave him.

When he hit the cousins- my MIL just laughs.

When he cries mengada-ngada- my MIL gives in.

Aiyo...If I notice the favouritism, my in-laws might notice it too.

Dahlah I am the odd one, that's why I like to leave my son with my MIL when we balik kampung, so I can blend in better, tapi, when my son is in the house, amboi, macam anak raja, perangai menjadi-jadi.

Sometimes, I saja extra garang membebel-bebel, so they would know that my son is not always right.

When my son doesn't want to listen to his grandparents- they say my son doesn't understand the loghat.
Hello, it's not like you are talking in a foreign language. Malay is still our mother tongue. Mengada-ngada je budak tu.

Yang Baby H ni pun sama...
Kalau dekat kampung, menangis je...I understand it's hot, but this is still Malaysia, jangan perasan yang awak tu anak orang putih, boleh tak?

She is just a baby, I know, but I couldn't help but feel embarassed when I have to bring her inside the car for her naps.

My parents-in-law are very nice, I know they wouldn't think that my children are spoilt brats, but I'm sure they feel bad when they see my baby keeps being fussy, while other babies are all so calm. I understand the feeling of not being able to provide comfort...

I hope they would treat all their grandchildren the same. We are not special, different maybe, not special!

Saturday, September 17, 2016

I was upset with my husband. Baby H was fussy, so I woke my husband up and left the room. Before I left, I said, "You ni, I banyak lagi kerja nak buat! Tolonglah sikit! Anak belum tidur, you dah tidur dulu!"

In the kitchen, I washed my breastpump set and my children's bottles. Then, I sterilised them.

I thought of eating, but went back to the room instead. My husband just finished cleaning Baby H's bottom- she pooped. My husband was carrying her, trying to put her to sleep. My son was watching Youtube videos on iPad.

I took a shower. A long one, because I thought I deserved it. I needed to calm down. I felt bad because I treated my husband as if he was bad. He was not feeling well. But I was not feeling well too!

After I got out from the shower, I nagged.

Me: I dah message you, I cakap I migraine. Dah 2 hari. I ambil ubat banyak. I beritahu you yang I tak cukup tidur. Kawan-kawan I tegur mata I lebam. Itu pun tak paham-paham lagi? I nak rehat! I nak tidur!

Me: Setiap hari, I tidurkan budak-budak. You tu, dahlah tidur awal. Bangun lagi lambat dari I (because I need to go to work). Petang, tidur. Malam, tak sedar. Tak boleh ke bagi masa sikit?

Me: Esok I kerja. I kena keluar pagi. Masa kerja, nak makan pun tak sempat. I penat. Sekarang, you tidurkan dua-dua budak ni. Selama ni, I yang tidurkan. You tu, bukan nak belajar cara-cara tidurkan budak.

Of course, when you are upset, you tend to exaggerate things. My husband does put my children to sleep from time to time. My husband is a morning person, he does not wake up so late (just a few minutes later than me). He doesn't usually nap, except when he's here with me, because he doesn't have to work, duhhh...He also feeds me in public, even if my hands are not full (hari tu kan jadi viral kisah suami menyuap isteri, I didn't realize it was a big deal, my husband does it all the time- oh, the little things you take for granted)

Anyway, in between my nagging, my wise husband kept quiet, but my son kept interrupting:
Mommy, Mommy cakap apa?
Mommy, Mommy cakap dengan siapa?
Haa? Apa dia Mommy?
Kenapa Mommy marah?

Hehehe...Nak tergelak I. Bagus juga, tak adalah I full blown nak marah, sebab anak ada depan mata. Cuma membebel je lah...

Me: Mana ada Mommy marah! Mommy cakap dengan Daddy, Mommy penat. Mommy nak tidur. Sekarang, Abang K pergi tidur.

Finally, the children were asleep, and I said good night to my husband.

The next day, I left early for work. But things were back to normal.

Now that I think about it, thank God for my son, he acted like a buffer. Makes me realize to really behave in front of him. Comel pula bila teringat dia menyampuk time I tengah hot tu. Terpaksa I senyum, but after I smiled, I noticed automatically, tak jadi nak marah sangat.


Today, I sent my husband away. I kissed his hands and he kissed my cheeks. Then he said, "Si kurus ni...Makan lebih-lebih sikit."

Nampak je kurus, tapi sebenarnya buncit.

I'm always hungry but afraid of overeating. I know breastfeeding causes hunger, but my metabolism is not like it used to be, so I have to watch what I eat before I regret it.


Anyway, the point is, I had a brief episode of meroyan and thank God my husband ni layankan ajeeeee...
Bila penat, memanglah macam tu kan.
Hehe :p

Monday, September 12, 2016

On a lighter note, after watching the video, I read about the impressive 3 gold wins in Rio.

Lepas tu, ada orang komen: Ini bukan orang kurang upaya! Ini dah terlebih upaya!

I thought that was funny. Haha!