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.

view from the 4e3

I have been unwell since Sunday and when I thought I’m feeling better, I started coughing and the chest feeling urmmm… chesty!

Mr. Hubs insisted taking me to hospital and thanks to him, at least the pneumonia haven’t chance to worsen. Yes, PNEUMONIA!

Who would have thought?

And I’m hating the tests they had to do. My hands are all holey with the hokey pokey!

Grumpy me is saying it’s no fun updating blog with blackberry!

Tomorrow, the agent is bringing some people to view the house. Both Mr. Hubs and I can’t help feeling a bit melancholic since the day the agent called.

It must be true – whatever was your first will always be the hardest to let go.

But of course, we’re so looking forward to the second!

Always a joy to see them like this together!

p.s. Photo credit to Wani’s engagement day photographer.

Some things just don’t interest or impress me. Specifically when one starts to talk about their life as if it’s the coolest, most happening thing that could happen to anyone. Specifically when one talks about going out with royalties, or excited about meeting VVIPs, or attending posh and glamorous parties, or getting a dress tailored by well-known designers.

If that’s the life you want, then go ahead. Sure, you can keep on telling me about it, but just don’t expect me to go WOW. I’m already grateful with the life I have, thank you very much.

And you know why it doesn’t impress me? Because my best friend in Primary 1 was a daughter to a VVIP. Because at Primary 4 I am friends with royalties of XXX and my after school activities include going to Istana XXX just to have fun. Because at the early of my teen years I got to go to Istana YYY upon invitation by the daughter – flight tickets paid for, escorted car, even entry to a neighbouring country for a shopping spree without passport (eventhough the spree is only at Toys r Us ).

Sorry, tak pasal-pasal dah poyo! I am already against my principles nih… hehehe…

And no, I’m not proud of it. I’m just glad with the exposure I’ve had, I am kept grounded all the time. I’ve seen the good and also the other side of what you think is great all the time.

Maybe because I have realistic people around me. People who don’t see glitz and glamour as something to be impressed about. People who live for themselves, not to impress others. People who live life as it is.

p.s. I’m sure 1 or 2 of my readers would recall the memories, including bergaduh with the royalty over a petty matter. Cute, huh?

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 boy was in the Kebemama closing performance, playing instrument. And all these while, he told me he was doing some ‘fighting’ dance. No wonder when I told him to dance nicely on stage that day, he wailed oh-so-loudly that he didn’t want to dance!

Next time don’t give Mama the wrong impression, boy!

Mr. Hubs said this year’s performance looked like not much effort were put into, except for one or two performances. I guess it had to be from last year’s numerous complaints – when the dinner and show dragged on for hours! But we’re okay with it, as long as the boy is developing confidence with these kind of activities.

And Cuci the Musical…

We had a blast!! It was indeed truly entertaining and we had a good laugh throughout the 4-hour show. Yes. It lasted almost 4 hours that night – too much ad-lib, so I guess we were lucky!

So yeah. It was a good weekend. How was yours?

p.s. Photos credit to Wani. More photos of the concert at her blog too.

Most shots are from Pixel Exposures, and several from Azman Hizam Photography. Enjoy!

p.s. Someone commented I looked a little too ‘blue’ and not stripey enough. My bad. I forgot to plan in advanced what to wear, until I realized what I should be wearing were still in the laundry basket! *grins*

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

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?!