Not Meant to Stay Home

I get bored too easily I’m already planning to go do threading in Bangsar later, and lunch with Mr. Hubs followed by a facial and some retail therapy tomorrow at KLCC. Heck, I even offered to send Mr. Hubs to office this morning! *sigh* I really need to learn to slow down eh? Funny thing I was almost in tears being all alone at home yesterday when mum took Imtiyaz to play with his cousins!

I guess when I think I’d like to be a stay-at-home-mum, I am really not up to it… yet!

p.s. I am recovering well just a little tired at times.

Private No More

This week I have been lazy at work and had time to get nosey on Facebook. Just the usual checking out photos of close friends’ vacations or parties or just about anything. It’s how we catch up with each other, especially with our commitments now, there’s no way we can meet up too often – but we do make effort once in a while of course!

Several times this week, I noticed some status message updates, even notes from some I-know-them-but-not-so-close people, trying to be discreet but not discreet enough, leashing out anger towards their other half. One of it was even too detailed it made your mind wander.

I love technology, and I work with technology. But I have to say some things should stay the old-fashioned way. Isn’t talking to the people you trust is a much better option? Who in their rightful mind would want the whole world (or maybe just friends on Facebook) to know even the simplest point of argument in your marriage anyway? Announcing to the whole world your unhappiness in Facebook won’t solve anything, in fact it would make matters worse, I’m sure. And of course, you wouldn’t want people to think badly of your other half, no matter how angry you are, no?

Everybody knows how to use technology and the internet (and Facebook, Twitter and stuffs), but how you limit yourself differs you from the rest.

Truthfully, I prefer those show-offs on Facebook more than this.

 

The Other One

Just to make known that I do have another blog hosted on blogspot, just because previously Mr Hubs can’t view wordpress from his office.

The posts does not start as early as this one does, but it’s up-to-date of course! So go on there if you prefer blogspot!

http://noordinarymomster.blogspot.com/

 

p.s. Another reason is because the free version of wordpress does not allow nuffnang ads! Menyesal pulak tukar to wordpress

The Language

Turning 4, the biggest milestone the boy has achieved so far is definitely the language. Being able to speak Bahasa Melayu (eventhough it sounds a bit weird most of the time – from depending too much on the translation of Cartoon Network!) he approaches most strangers now assuming they’d definitely understand BM than English.

The other night, while waiting for my turn at the hospital for a routine checkup, we heard him talking to a parent of a boy (at the play area) :

My Mak and Pak is over there…

And some time just before that night, he spoke to a sales person :

Itu Mama saya. Babah saya pergi Kuching.

I think the latter sounds so much better than the first! The usage of ‘Mak’ is ok, but ‘Pak’? I’d prefer it to be ‘My Mak and Bapak’, eventhough it still sounds funny since he doesn’t call us those except in one of his pretend plays!

I really need to record one of his conversations before it doesn’t sound so funny anymore…

 

 

p.s. I don’t like the fact that the translations for the cartoons sometimes uses the words ‘dungu’, ‘bangang’, ‘mangkuk’, ‘bodoh’ and such! Obviously the main viewers for the cartoons are children?!

Never in Motion

I am prone to motion sickness since small. I remember back in those days when no straight highways existed, the journey back to kampung or anywhere a little more than an hour would be dreaded. I’d have spare plastic bags in the car with me, and breaks in between to just grasp a breathe of fresh air was very much welcomed. And until now, I can never read a book, map or anything else in the car. The dizziness would just start.

Weirdly enough, I can read on a moving train, and on an aeroplane, eventhough I did have some shares of sickness when up in the air – but not every time.

As I grow older, the sickness subsided, but not entirely. I still puked on the boat trip with colleagues while in Norway. I still need to allow some not-so-fresh air into the cab, on the way from the hotel to the airport whilst on a business trip to Jakarta last year. So yeah, I’ve had my share of embarrassing moments due to my ‘sickness’. It’s never embarrassing with family members of course, but with strangers, I think it gives the impression like,

Lembiknya dia ni!

I am also very careful when selecting fun rides to go on – after several puking and everlasting headache sessions I had for still wanting to try!

And why am I writing about this?

Just because I was out with some colleagues to visit another colleague on maternity leave, and decided not to drive myself. Her driving was pretty impatient with loads of braking here and there, resulting in loads of head movement (and brain jumble up of course!). At the end of it, I came out a dizzy woman.

And now, I have never been more thankful I don’t have to tolerate with that kind of driving every day.