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.

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!

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.

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.