December 30, 2011

"Organised Clutter"


In between my in-between times, I Google for interior designs and home decoration ideas. And I don’t know whether it’s the IKEA influence or I’m just naturally big on white, but do I have a major love for Swedish designs. Not so much the house designs, but more on the interior; what with the whitewashed walls, the white furniture and the laminate flooring. Everything just looks oh-so-yummy in a cozy way.

While some think of white as a boring “colour”, I seem to think of it as a blank canvas on which I can unleash whatever little creativity it is that I have. And if I decide to not have white furniture, I know that white walls and curtains can be paired with virtually anything, giving the place a traditional, contemporary, modern, quirky or whatever look it is that I am trying to achieve.

Best of all, white and red is said to be the best combo, which is perfect! My favourite colours of all times! Which probably explains why I love Christmas decorations at most shopping malls at this time of year the most.

Oh, and speaking of home interior design styles, I took this quiz, just for fun, to see which category of style I actually fall under. And surprisingly, I am a traditionalist (!). Oh, wow really?

Unsatisfied, I tried another one here, and found that I am an Ethnic Eclectic (?!)

Then, I tried at Sproost, and I was told I am a Nantucket (with a combination of Cottage Chic and Zen) kind of girl!

Nantucket Style
Oh how you love the beach! Who doesn't, right? And so your dream home is either perched in your favorite beach town, or you've brought that favorite beach town into your house.

Your art and accessories speak directly to the activities that are found at the beach. Pieces of driftwood you found here, pictures or paintings of the amazing views there. Things that remind you of the coast - surf boards or fishing boats - are found throughout the house. The feeling of the seaside is both abstract and literal in the design of your space. The fabrics are natural, cottons and linens and are light in color and touch. Much of the furniture is wood or wood framed (the lighter the better, think driftwood!) and wicker, when done right, is a must.

And since your true inspiration is the sea, the colors and textures in your home are the same that you would find at your favorite beach: white, light beiges and grays of the sand and driftwood, a variety of blues for the ocean and sky, and greens and vibrant blues of the sea glass... but the key is white! Your space should feel light and airy and give off the mood one has when at the beach: laid back!

Space Planning
Your furniture is comfortable and the layout is cozy. The more it reminds you of actually sitting on the warm sand the better! And what do you do at the beach? Hang out with family and friends - and your home is just an extension of this play place... and though the space is filled with large white furniture, it somehow manages to feel both durable and casual.

I guess out of all the quizzes I tried, the one at Sproost describes me best. Plus, out of all the quizzes, that one had the most visual aid, so I didn’t really have to think about my kind of style in so many words; I just had to click on the picture I liked most. It’s kind of fun (plus interesting and surprising at times), so try it and do share your results with me!

Anyways, after looking through design after design after design, I wonder if it is acceptable to have some sort of “organized clutter” in a married woman’s house. I think most of us have been conditioned to think that a home should well... look like a home (what I’m trying to say is our Mom’s home!) and that includes having heavy kayu jati furniture and practical dark coloured or flowery sofas and heavy curtains and neutral flowery (!!!) design curtains and well... you get my drift don’t you. Thing is, I am so NOT into those things.

I’m a different style altogether. Perhaps I am a combination of some things, but definitely not the kayu jati and flowery type of person (yet!). Yet, at the same time, I've got to admit that white isn't exactly practical with -

(a) a baby on the way; and
(b) the undying amount of dust which builds up (daily!) like you've never swept the place clean at all.

But still. My favourite blogs for inspiration so far are this and this. Though JuBella hasn’t updated in quite a while, I do think that whatever ideas that are already on the blog are useful. AND, even if you’re not decorating your home, you can always get some ideas for weddings and photobooths and gifts, right? Both blogs have really, really pretty pictures too!

Well, off I go now.

Excuse me while I daydream. Hmmmm ;)

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December 28, 2011

Don’t rain on my parade

“Cakap itu doa. Jadi cakap yang baik-baik saja.”

I don’t know why I am writing this or why this issue is bothering me to begin with. To be honest, I am very seldom bothered or perturbed by people’s comments. People can comment ‘til the cows come home and I still won’t pay heed if I think I don’t have to.

But for some reason, I am... affected.

Let’s see.

Apart from the very bad first 4 months of my pregnancy, this pregnancy has actually been quite an easy one for me (so far), Alhamdulillah. I’ve still got the white sticker stuck to my buku merah (more on that later), which is indication that I am healthy and have a low-risk pregnancy, and though I can’t fit into my jeans anymore, I can still fit into my old clothes, I think I look healthy and I am generally very happy.

So, yes. This pregnancy is a good one for me.

When people see this, people always tell me,

“Kalau pregnancy senang, nanti nak beranak mesti susah.”

“Ala, second trimester memang macamtu. Tengoklah nanti third trimester. Macam-macam penyakit datang.”

“Eh you tak gain weight banyak kan? Tengoklah nanti lepas 6 bulan, naik mendadak badan sampai gemuk.”

“Sekarang craving benda sihat lah, nanti datang angin nak benda pelik-pelik baru tau.”

“Kalau baby nampak sihat physically, tak tentu lagi dia tu sihat dalaman.”

Thing is this – my being healthy and happy is a conscious effort. Do you think that I don’t work on being healthy and maintaining a healthy weight gain? Did you all think that I was just lucky? No, I am not. Like I said, it’s a conscious effort.

I watch what I eat. I curb my sweet tooth cravings, and where I just can’t, I indulge. But I balance it out. I drink plenty of plain water. Oh, and believe it or not, I actually consciously think and plan what I wear and how I look. I find that (for this pregnancy at least) the theory that carrying a boy means malas berhias etc. is ridiculous. If you want to look nice, then, consciously make an effort to look nice lah ye tak?

And most importantly, I understand that each pregnancy, even for the same woman is different. And this time round, I just happen to be able to control most things after the first trimester, so I do. I am just taking advantage of my own good circumstances. It’s not so much about the luck, but a lot about the good luck I attract onto myself.

And as for my baby, I PRAY to Allah every single day that he be granted “akal fikiran dan tubuh badan yang sempurna” and “kemurahan rezeki yang berpanjangan”.

I was taught by my Mom that we should not be afraid to ask from Allah because if we want something bad enough and it is good for us, Allah will give it to us. We just have to help ourselves first. And so, I am helping myself and helping my baby stay healthy and be healthy by my conscious efforts and my constant doa.

So, beats me why people love to rain on other people’s parade.

Isn't it good that I am healthy? That I am not causing trouble or being a nuisance to anyone?


Pisses me off like crazy.

Can’t everyone just be happy and say “Alhamdulillah” instead.


Seriously, cakap itu kan doa. Jadi, cakap benda-benda yang elok saja. BOLEH TAK?

Just had to get this off my chest.


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December 27, 2011

Chin Up

So, we both took leave last Friday just for fun and we were in Kelana Jaya.

A: Oh, wow, nice chin. Ikut Mummy ke Daddy?

*and we both instantaneously touched our chins and tried to look at our chins though we very well knew it was impossible without a mirror*

While Daddy was trying to look at his chin,

A: AHAHAHAHAH. Daddy punya chin dah takda. Tak boleh nampak.

Daddy: =____________________="

Mummy: Oh, noes. Ada orang makin “sihat”. HAHAHAHAHA

Daddy: =____________________=”. I SO DON’T WANT TO FRIEND YOU. Hmmph.


Like many other excited parents-to-be, we joined the “scanning bandwagon”. It’s not so much because we mind whichever gender it would be, but I didn’t like the suspense. Plus old wives’ tales and people probing and guessing were just driving me crazy. So, I just decided I’d like to cut the guessing game short and see it for myself.

It was an amazing, amazing experience. I don’t know if the baby was being shy or just being plain playful, but for a very, very long time, the baby refused to show the face. Poking it didn’t solve the problem. In fact, it made things worst – from facing us head up, the baby turned its face to my bottom. DO NOT DISTURB seemed to be the best tagline for the baby last Friday.

And after a while, I just didn’t have the heart to keep poking the baby anymore. Nonetheless, we did get some shots of the face and while it is typical for all mothers to say this about their own child, I have never seen anything so perfect in my life.

no pictures please. gosh, drama sangat budak ni.

And what we know (for sure) is that... this one went from zero to lil’ hero!

Oh, yes, we are expecting a boy, insyaAllah!

Bubbles just got a new name, but I think everyone can wait ‘til April for that announcement, right? ;)

so serene :')

I can look at them photos countless of times and still be amazed at what Allah has given to me. Alhamdulillah for this blessing. To good and better times, insyaAllah ;)

Oh, just in case you were wondering, we did the 3D/4D scan at –

Vision College
127, Jalan SS 6/12
Kelana Jaya
Call – 03 78038300

When asked, press 2 for Pusat Diagnostik/Diagnostic Centre and make an appointment. I went there, filled in 2 short forms, tak sempat panas bontot dah kena panggil masuk bilik. Husbands are allowed to follow and their attendants are very kind and patient. In fact, in my case, since the baby was so playful, they even gave me the chance to go jalan-jalan first, to get the baby to change position and then, come and scan again. But since I malas, I just told them I’m happy with whatever we already had.

So, what are you waiting for?

For RM90, it is so worth it.

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December 23, 2011

california king grapes.

People like to ask me if I've had any weird cravings throughout my pregnancy. So far, I have had none (thank God!). But weird can mean many, many things. And I think wanting things we don't normally want, counts.

And in my case, it's the curious case of "I LOVE FRUITS". Adik can attest to this. She gawks every time I consume fruits these days.

Because when I was not pregnant, I never ate fruits. Fruits would be the last thing I take from the buffet line and that was only if the line for other food was too long. If I can help it, I don't have a helping of fruits at all. And of course, it was never something I considered as part of my daily diet. 

But this sudden fruit obsession began even at early pregnancy. From papaya to apples to more apples. And now, I've got my heart set on grapes. Yes. Grapes in the flesh and anything grape flavoured or grape based too.

Like grape Vitagen and black Ligo raisins.

Speaking of Ligo raisins, prior to this, I never liked any kind of raisins. I used to pick them out of my food and leave them at the side of my plate until my mom saw them and ate them because she didn't like people to waste, bless her.

These days, I can eat a box of Ligo raisins in about 5 minutes tops. It's so ridiculously yummy, you've just got to have it at one go.

I read the label and Ligo raisins is made in the US.

The grapes I'm obsessed about it also imported from the US. Oh, yes, I only want them fresh exotic grapes sold at Carrefour. It's also ridiculously sweet, it's sure to appease this sweet tooth I have suddenly developed. They cost RM10.00 for 500 grams, but seriously, who cares. It tastes so damn good, I'm willing to pay. 

Have any of you been to a grape farm? And is the fruit really that sweet, even freshly picked from the vines?

I know that I can eat as much fruit as I want because it's good sugar and everything, but I surely don't want to be tricked into thinking that that's all I am consuming. I always wonder if they've done anything to condition the fruit to taste sweeter than it really is. Tak pasal-pasal kena minum air gula pulak nanti. 

Hmm. But I think I can be rest assured that grapes, as in the fruit is healthy, right?

And if you love grapes, pregnant or not, seriously get them at Carrefour. I don't know about Carrefour at other places, but the one in Alamanda does not disappoint.

Slurp. Yum. Yum.Yum.

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December 22, 2011

shoot from the hip

I tend to lose inspiration pretty quickly. Mostly, it’s because I get inferiority complex each time I see a marvelous piece of work, even from amateur photographers. In the photography world, it’s easy to feel small even though you aren’t broadcasting your work to the public at large. And especially so when you have zilch knowledge about editing.

Once, I blogged about selling Theodore off. That wasn’t the first time I thought of doing it. And because it is precious to me (and known to many of those who know me), my plans to put Theodore on sale was met with much objection. So to date, I have failed to put it up for sale. Theodore is one of the most precious things I have ever acquired in my life. And I guess there will always be that emotional attachment to it.

I don’t think I will ever sell it. But perhaps, when I get richer, I will get the semi-DSLR of my dreams. One good day.

Anyways. Back to inspiration. And of being inspired.

These days, things have changed. Oh wait, I have changed.

I care too much about what people think. I care too much about the technicalities which surround the photo. The aperture, shutter speed, white balance and the likes, which is not entirely bad, but terrible if over thought. Mostly, I care too much about whether or not that a particular photo or shot is perfect. Truth is, can there ever be a perfect shot?

At times like these, I like to remember what a friend used to tell me. He always told me that I should always shoot from the hip. Always. Because those shots always come out... ironically, “perfect”. It’s when you’re pressed for time and equipment that your creative juices work its wonders.And photography tends to just come naturally.

And so, since I have not picked up Theodore in a long, long time, I decided I’d give the “shoot from the hip” exercise a try. I owed Theodore at least that much, I know.

And trust me, out of 10 shots of a particular object that I shoot, it’s always the first shot that I finally like the most. Thank God for digital negatives, I don't have to worry about wastage.

So, I guess it’s true that we should shoot from the hip more often. And sometimes, it's when you literally shoot from the hip that the photo turns out good. I guess I just need to get my confidence back and get myself inspired instead of hampered by the creative people I stalk.

Mine's not much to shout out about, I know. But I just want to make sure that Theodore doesn't have to sit idly by a corner collecting dust.

Hopefully, when the little one comes, I'll be a camera-obsessed mom who's obsessed about her kid.

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December 21, 2011

one too many

April 2011. Perth Honeymoon.

One can never have too many.

Or enough.


Like seriously.


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2,600 chocolates


Is it any wonder now why we grow fat when we get married?

And is it any wonder now why women remain fat after they have given birth?

A minimum of 2,600 CHOCOLATES daily is fattening, okay?

Minimum. Daily.

Fattening, even for me.

Just by seeing our loved ones' smiles.

If only we get richer with each smile too.

Tapi apa pun, Islam dah lama cakap senyum itu sedekah. Memang betul pun kan? Scientifically proven some more.

Jadi? Senyum lah, senyum lah. Wahai cek mek molek.

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On your mark

at 24 weeks

Get set.


Where to? Nowhere really. I was just intrigued by my colleague’s question,

“Did you plan your pregnancy?”

Because no one has asked me that directly before.

My answer? Simple.

Jaga, bukan plan.” Not a no, not a yes.

Because truth is, we did really jaga. How? I don’t think my husband would appreciate me divulging our married life details on the world wide web. But discussions about children came even before we got married. As with many other things in our marriage.

We both love children. Okay, tipu. My husband is nuts about kids. Me? Not so much but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want them at all. I wanted children and have always had a lifelong dream of becoming a mother.

But nuts or not so nuts about children, we both agreed we’d wait for a while. Though we have been dating for quite some time, we both knew that things would be different. For better or for worse, we didn’t know. But we needed some time to ourselves. No, actually, we wanted that time. Just to be together, just the 2 of us.

Yes. It may seem very selfish. It may even seem ungrateful to not want children ASAP. Because what did they say about children being rezeki and all that jazz? And trust me, I do believe that children bring with them rezeki. But as with many other things in life, I am also very realistic about having children.

Bottom line is that I wanted it to be made with love. And most importantly, I wanted us BOTH to be ready. But be wary that readiness is a state of mind, which is highly subjective. Some people embrace getting pregnant immediately. Others, often caught by utter surprise although it is completely natural to get knocked up. Yes?

And I didn’t want to belong to that group of people who were caught by surprise although I know that it is completely natural to get knocked up. And the state of readiness (for the both of us at least) is a domino effect. If I was okay with it, my husband would be as well, vice versa.

To be honest, when I first found out that I was pregnant, the first thing that came to my mind was?


Silly, I know. But true story. That was the first thing that I thought about because I seriously wanted to go up Broga again.

And with that, I became a little bit unsure of how I felt about the baby. Really, I am not kidding you. All because of Broga.

Being someone who is naturally active, I was upset I could no longer carry on with those activities. I wondered if I would miss jogging, futsal, climbing hills and main kejar-kejar, even (which I do, actually). I know it’s silly, but to a new mother to be, these are things which crossed my mind. What do I do with all that energy?

But, whatever feelings and doubts I felt soon dissolved. Because when I discovered I was pregnant, I was most certainly... READY. WE were ready. At least a lot more ready than we were when we were 1 month married or even when we were 6 months married. I think we both really appreciated the 8-month gap we had before we found out I was pregnant.

And with readiness, came the sweet embrace of joy, joy and more joy.

What could be more joyous that having someone growing inside you? What could be more amazing than having someone constantly moving inside you and giving you signs on whether your body can withstand something or not? What could be more mind-blowing than knowing that you are carrying a person made out of so much love and that such a love existed even before you even met that person, in person?

So yes, to me, being pregnant is amazing. And it’s even more amazing because we were ready. Really ready. It’s almost as if it’s perfect timing, thanks to Allah who granted our prayers.

My take on it is that it may be your children together, but bottom line is that it’s your body. The change in mindset and adjustment in lifestyle is for the both of you of course, but bottom line is that you’re going to experience it firsthand. Don't be afraid to discuss it with your partner. 

And most importantly, don’t feel obligated to explain why you decided to have children immediately or not.

Remember, it's all about you, firsthand.

So really, you set that mark.

With Allah’s will, of course.


All I can say is that I am thankful for the perfect timing. Alhamdulillah. Again and again and again.

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December 16, 2011

how flattering

I was in the cafe getting my most favourite drink in the world (for this week) when the boy behind the counter excitedly said,

"Kak, ada orang kimsalam..."

But I noticed that his enthusiasm faltered when his gaze slowly fell to my belly.

"WOI DAH KAWEN LAH!", he yelled to his friends at the back.

"W'salam", I replied with a smile.

After all, jawab salam wajib kan?

Mak Buyung 6 bulan pregnant pun ada orang nak kasi salam lagi? Haha. Must be the pregnancy glow. Or those boys were just pulling my leg.

But either way, I've got to admit that I found it flattering. And not to mention super amusing.


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December 15, 2011


So, yes. We decided that for now, it’d be best for us to stay put at where we are currently staying. I know, I know, I said we were looking for property, right? But putting money in such a huge investment isn’t that easy. It’s a HUGE commitment, making us become unreasonably fussy about so many things, not that it can be helped. It’s not as easy as buying a dress from a shop or making a split second decision on where to eat.

Like I said, it’s HUGE. And it involved loads of tears (on my part) and loads of stress (on us both). Having first-hand information about property from my mother who happens to be a Valuer by profession is both good and bad. Good info and too much info came all at once, making it all become much too confusing to bear.

So, there. I’ve said it. We’ve put our house search on hold. Perhaps a little to our detriment, but the best decision... for now.

Now that we’ve decided to stay, I have no choice but to make our place... home. Not that I never thought of it as home before. Remember how taken I was by the place, even when it didn’t have anything at all in it? I still am taken by the place, really. I just wished I could make it home and call it mine.

Enough of being melancholy unnecessarily. Now, I’ve got to scout for ideas to welcome the little one on board. The place has got to be as cosy and as child-friendly as it possibly can!

It’s a good thing our place gets A LOT and I mean a lot of natural light and air circulation is aplenty!

I think I’ll start with the living room, the best place for our own little ulat gonggok to roam around when s/he is big enough ;)

After this, if you never hear the last of my living hall/house decoration ideas, please bear with me ;)

Image Googled

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December 14, 2011


Redha dan pasrah are two very seemingly similar, yet very different things in reality. And this is one of the few things I learnt from watching Ombak Rindu last weekend with the entire family (minus Abang).

I have gone through this life thinking of what I really want to do and what I plan to achieve out of it. But I have to admit that to a certain extent, I am not a dreamer. Not in the sense where I know exactly what it is that I want, or how it is that I plan to get to it.

And I know that that’s a very bad thing.

I keep coming to the same job every single day, complaining about the same people, doing the same things and thinking that “good things come to those who WAIT.

Little did I know that there is very little truth in that. Good things only come to those who strive for good things. And to have good things, we need to dream. Even if it is just a little dream. I reassessed my position and realised that I too, like many of you want many things in life. They may not be extraordinary, but that doesn’t make me want them any less.

Realising that there are actually things which I desire, I have learnt from many of my mistakes (and of others’) that even if something doesn’t interest me, it doesn’t mean that I can remain in my oblivion. I can’t keep my head buried in the sand and hope that the world would work its wonders for me, or worst still, for it to be on a standstill just because I am scared to face it head on.

And moreover, I most certainly should not be so easily satisfied and claim that I am redha with whatever it is that Allah has mercifully granted to me. Because, during the tazkirah by the Ustaz who came to my parents’ house for takbir Aidilfitri, I learnt that you can only claim that you are redha if you have done everything in your power to make things better for yourself and to make yourself a better you.

I found that I kept second guessing myself. Have I done enough to be a better me?

And I have come to the realisation that the only way for me to become a better me is through knowledge. Ignorance is bliss but knowledge is power. They are hackneyed expressions told time and time again but they ring truth. By gaining more knowledge, we are only helping ourselves.

You may find this hard to believe but I have been keeping my head buried under the sand for the most part of my life. And trust me, even pulling it out slowly from the sandbox scares the living daylights out of me.

But through my mistakes (and of others’), I know that I do not want to be the people I don’t want to be. I don’t want to die dreamless. I don’t want to leave this world without leaving a mark. I don’t want people to think of me as weak. I don’t want to leave my children and family behind with my mistakes and regrets and for them to not be proud of me. I don’t want them to clean up after me and slog doubly hard just because I was irresponsible throughout my life.

And most importantly, I do not want them to learn, most certainly not from me, that we can live this life without striving for better.

That is pasrah, not redha.

And that can only start with change. And change starts from me. From now.

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gag order.

There are times when I feel like telling people they need to lay off explaining things. Because really, some things are self-explanatory. You just have to do what you have to do and live and let live. No explanation needed.

Because sometimes, which is becoming most times, explaining just becomes too much to bear. And it’s becoming more and more annoying. Not so much the explanation. Just you.

So, my wish this new year is that you would just stop annoying me. That means, you’ve got to stop explaining yourself.

Because really, I don’t want to know.

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December 09, 2011

plus one

At least once a month, we’ll go on a double date (plus one). And each time we come back from our dates, we feel so much better. Because who would have thought that living in Putrajaya would be okay after all, as long as we have close friends around.

Yesterday, we were due for another double date (plus one). But this time it was different because we were hosting, instead of choosing a place to eat out at.

So, I cooked and all was well and dandy.

But of course, the highlight of our double date was actually our Plus One, si ulat gonggok comel ni.

That was the first time we had her over at our place and I’ve got a feeling that our double dates will be at home from now on. It was so much fun just watching her “sweep” the place and aiming for things on the cabinet and “reading” the magazines and nibbling her toes and screaming at the tissue box.

Oh my God, how do you mommies do it? How do you resist planting sloppy kisses on your baby’s cheeks or cuddling up to them like you can never let go? And most importantly, how on earth do you all leave your babies when you’re out at work?

Jamie isn’t even my baby and I couldn’t bear the thought of her going home last night. I was already imagining myself snuggling up next to her on the comforter until she fell asleep. And trust me that doesn’t take much effort since she smells so damn nice.


Although people tell me that motherhood isn’t as easy as it seems, I believe that people keep having children for a reason. And that no matter how hard it gets, they are all worth it in the end.

I’m putting my foot down. Our double dates from hereon shall be at our place! So that si ulat gonggok boleh roam around the place as she pleases and not be stuck in her stroller.

But let’s call pizza next time okay? Last night saya flat out! Haha.

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happy and shiny

Theme was Carnival Extravaganza!

I rummaged my mom's closet and storeroom and found my old skirt. Tried it on with fingers crossed. Sumbat-sumbat my you-know-wheres into the skirt. And tada~! We have a skirt that fits!

Googled some ideas on how to look more gypsy-like and found this -

And this -

And I thought to myself, "Wahai Mak Buyung, macam mana nak pakai prim top and bare belly and corset and all? Sedarlah diri wahai dompot!"

So, I googled some more and finally found this -

Phew, thankfully ada gypsy yang ala-ala sopan jugak. So, I went to Mines and got myself an ala-ala gypsy top. Didn't bring accessories because I totally forgot mine are all in TTDI and not Putrajaya. But I borrowed my friends' maka I became a complete gypsy that night. Wanted to put some bandana on my head tapi rasa sayang sebab rambut cantik malam tu. *perasan!*

Binged on cherry tomatoes with Navee. Ate salty popcorn. Had a lot of laughs. Slept late. And laughed some more in the morning.

Though not all things went as planned, I'm glad that I at least had those few lovely moments with my friends. :)

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December 07, 2011

Hari Berlaga Perut

As suggested by my dear friend Ieja (who was also one of the first few to guess that I was pregnant), I went to the Maternity and Children Expo at Midvalley on 19th November 2011. This wasn’t my first, but it was my first HUGE one. The one I previously went to was the Mom’s Care Expo at Ikano and I only went on the last day, so there weren’t really that many people.

At the first Expo, I bought my Baby a Graco stroller. It was going at such a bargain and it wasn’t the display set or the last piece and I have always had my eyes on that kind of model as it came with an infant car seat and I just couldn’t resist! People said I was so super semangat, seeing that I was only about 4 months pregnant at that time, but like I said, I couldn’t resist. Don’t think you could either if you were me. Hehehehe. Other than the stroller, I didn’t find anything of real importance or necessity so, I gave them a pass.

Plus, even if the stroller was going at a bargain, it still caused some kind of dent to my wallet. Tsk tsk tsk.

Then, came 19th November. I was supposed to take leave and all that Friday, being the semangat me but I couldn’t! So, early that Saturday morning, I woke up, made breakfast and off we went to the Expo. Along with my book with the long, long list of Baby (and Mama) things inside.

There were so many people I tell you! So many! But since I was so semangat, I actually felt excited, rather than agitated! Hahaha. Weird, I know, but true. And after going round and round a few times, I managed to slash quite a substantial bit off my list. I think my biggest loot of the day was the Tommy Tippee sterilizer with 4 bottles and bottle brush inside, which was sold at half price! I got it for only RM210! Such a steal, don’t you think so?

Basically, on that day, I slashed off the things on my Feeding List.

One of my favourite booths was the Medela booth, which had samples of their breastpumps and very helpful salepersons. After much thought and consultations with various mum friends, I bought the Medela Swing. I know that some people said we don’t know yet whether or not we would be able to breastfeed exclusively, so why invest so much, but I’ll take my chances. After all, the Medela Swing was going at only RM699, the best price I’ve seen anywhere so far.

Other than that, we bought bottles and a cooler bag from Avent and Medela and a few clothes for me (mine are getting pretty snug!) and not much else. The Mothercare booth (where I bought my Tommy Tippee sterilizer) was going crazy with sales and their cots were sold at 70% off. But since my cot issue is settled (the semangat grandparents in KL couldn’t resist and dah siap beli and PASANG kat rumah!), I didn’t really bother about those things.

The Pureen booth was swamped with people at that time too and I so badly wanted to see what it was all about. So, I went and saw that people were grabbing bedding sets and pillows and blankets and clothes! But the queue to pay was so long, I didn’t think it was worth it, especially since I was told repeatedly by my husband that clothes and blankets aren’t essentials (yet) since we don’t know the gender of the baby.

I heard that the MamyPoko Booth had crazy sales as well, but our hands were literally full and we were pretty damn broke at that time, so we decided to pass and went home contented with the things we got. Diapers can wait ;)

Even though there’s still a whole list of things yet to be bought and slashed from my Baby (and Mama) list, especially the little things like baby bath and lotion and etc., I’m not really that worried (yet) because the bigger things have been settled. Baby’s even got a bath tub and towels, which I got at Mothercare for really reasonable prices.

I basically had a lot of fun at the Expo and plan to go to the one scheduled at the end of February (see first how larat I will be at that point in time). Plus, the year end sales are back and it’s just a matter of time before we confirm the gender of our baby and then, I will start shopping for baby clothes. I already cannot tahan seeing the rompers at Mothercare and I so cannot wait to get them!

Forgive this first time mom for being so semangat about everything, but really, these are exciting times and I want to remember them always.

Thanks Ieja for suggesting! ;)

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the stars they claim to be.

Guess where I am at?

Back in Putrajaya of course! Chomping on my roti kaya, my current obsession (we’ll talk about that in a separate post) while sipping on my drink, while looking at my blank New Document. And wondering whether or not I should write about my experience staying in Pulai Springs.

I think I should. For the benefit of all.

My stay began with me waiting for my room keys. I was assigned to a room with 2 of my other good friends and we were all told that check in time would be at 3. I came with the office bus, and so I had the power to determine the stops we were to make, to make sure that we all arrived at 3, so that everyone would get their rooms immediately upon touchdown.

I finally got my room at 6.30 p.m..

Goes to show that you may not necessarily be given your room as promised though you have booked. So, the next time you plan to stay at Pulai Springs, please don’t make any plans to go to places of interest (like JPO, for example) on the day of arrival. It might be a while before you will actually be given your room keys to enjoy the comfort of your room.

Comfort of my room?

My arrival began with my toilet visits. Forgive my indiscretion but seriously, dude, don’t question a pregnant woman’s toilet habits. This lil’ Boss inside me is getting heavier, it presses on my you know where, I might as well be living in the toilet. Ahahaha. So, after many toilet visits to the public hotel rest rooms, I finally got my own toilet in my apartment. Bliss. After my business is done, I take the hose off the hook. And guess what happens when I try to hook it back on?

The hook is stuck to the hose. =.="

But because I was given an apartment with 2 of my good friends, I was in good spirits and thought nothing of it. After all, it was time to get ready for the dinner.

We call for housekeeping. We all needed an iron. And badly. They said, press 1 for all types of room services. So I pressed 1.

No response. In fact, it actually sounded like the phone was not hooked on properly so it was either engaged or out of service all the time. We all ended up wearing un-ironed shirts to the dinner. I know the itinerary said “smart casual” and it was a BBQ dinner, so we didn’t really have to dress to our nines, but it didn’t mean we had to look like cowboys who slept on a horse all week long. But we did. And we went to dinner with hopeful stomachs, because word has it that their food is great.

It was o-kay. Just okay. Nothing to shout out about. And so few choices! And for breakfast, the most important meal of the day, I found myself utterly disappointed. No pastries, no croissants, a very peasant choice of breads and well, basically pretty much the same thing every single day, with nothing much to look forward to, to begin with. I was floored. I was seriously thinking of croissants and good bread when I thought of hotels and I was met with none! Huh! And though they did serve Laksa Johor one time for lunch, I can say with conviction that Pulai Springs failed to make Johor proud. Big time.

The only thing I loved about all the meals was the salad bar, which served yummy cherry tomatoes.

And there are a myriad of other bad reviews about a myriad of other things, but... since they didn’t happen directly to me, I am not really in the position to say anything.

All I can say is that for a hotel which claims to be a 5-star hotel, Pulai Springs disappoints.

So, if you have a party of 200 or so, don’t even consider staying there. I don’t think they are used to catering to such big parties. As such, they are not very accommodating and they siphon money out of you, refuse to cooperate to give you the best deals and they basically don’t help you to make the things you have in mind happen the way you want them to happen.

I was thinking, if the food was great, it would have at least shut us up a lil’, but the food wasn’t great. So, we can’t and won’t shut up. Because it was supposed to be an office getaway, but it ended up stressing us more. Which I’m sure wasn’t what we had in mind.

So, hello Putrajaya! I’m back. Home feels so much more 5-star than that hotel which claims to be 5-star.

Now, let’s Google some good hotel which serves good breakfast. Suggestions, please, if any?

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December 03, 2011


I had an aim to achieve something before the year ends.

And that was to get everything on my table at work done and filed. Yes, EVERYTHING. No matter how silly and unreasonable that seemed. And though that aim came with 3 very stressful weeks, which caused the tanduk setan in me to come out of places I never knew I had them, I am free of my pending work! Free as a bird! Shhhh. It’s sort of like a secret. Please don’t tell anyone if you know where I work. I really want it to stay that way, at least until the end of this year. And that’s just about 28 days away. I SO deserve this break! Phew!

Well, lately, I really haven’t had anything interesting to update on, actually. Like I said, I have been slogging at work. I didn’t read the newspapers, alternative blogs, other blogs or anything at all. I haven’t even been listening to any music. It’s all been about work, work and work. Good God. What has become of my life?

And of course, there’s been lil’ Bubbles, who has been constantly kicking with glee, come 6.30 p.m., when the Daddy tells me to come home. Hmm... Getting more and more demanding everyday! Constantly reminding me who’s the Boss. Haha.

Other than that, my life has been pretty uneventful. Dull. Uninformative. Stressful. Bleak. As bleak as the weather has been of late.

But all that is about to change tomorrow (hopefully!). For the first time, I am really looking forward to an office getaway. Albeit for work, I really hope that the good hotel food and crazy company will keep me happy.

Hello, Pulai Springs! Goodbye Putrajaya.

Will be back with photos, should I find the time to take them ;)

Theodore’s in (more like really dying!) for some tender loving care, oh yes ;)

Meanwhile, watch this space for me, will you?

Be back soon. Much, much love!

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