“You should tweet your problems to the world.” – Laurie, Cougar Town.
There is a quote by Tiffany William saying, “Every song in your play list has at least one meaning of your life.” I have 50 Cents’ Candy Shop in mine. What does that say about my life? That I like going to candy shops (read: brothel) to buy candies (read: girls)? Nice.
I have quite a number of 50 Cents tracks in my iPod Touch play list. One of my favourites has got to be his duet with Ciara, Can’t Leave ‘Em Alone. Well I’m a nigga at heart. Whaddup!
The previous paragraph is as offensive as Doug and Carrie’s anniversary gift to Deacon & Kelly, the jazz statue they bought in Harlem (well, I did use the N word). You’d get me if you watch last night’s King of Queens. Oh I adore Monday Night Laughs. And with the latest season of How I Met Your Mother, my Monday nights couldn’t be more perfect.
And isn’t iPhone 4 drool worthy? My N97 broke down on me for the second time this month, and this time, 2 days after the launch of iPhone 4 – isn’t that a sign that I should join in the craze and get myself one of those pretty little thing? Don't you think so, Hubby?
Hadi’s latest development? No, he has yet to roll himself. Berat bontot. But I don’t mind. He’ll get there eventually. Hey Makcik, stop comparing my son to other babies. All babies develop at their own paces and while mine may not roll here and there just yet, he can talk, OK! If you count “Emek” as “Mama” and “Enggek” as “Milk”, that is.
Oh he drools a lot. It’s like his forte nowadays. Imagine Hadi’s Resume – ‘Bakat: Merembes dan menyembur air liur secara berkuasa.’ And yes, I gugur rambut like nobody’s business. Bertaburan di rumah bagai cherry blossom di Tokyo pada bulan April.
Who can say no to affordable Air Asia flights to Tokyo? Siapa? Siapa? Pastinya saya! Travel period: Cherry Blossom season. How tempting. But, isk isk. Yes, in lack of better words… isk isk.
Did you notice that there is no advert promoting infant milk for newborn to 6 months? I just realized it recently when I saw Wyeth adverts promoting their Wyeth Mama, S26 Progress Gold and S26 Promise Gold, but not S26 and S26 Gold. A subtle act to promote breastfeeding atau memang adalah regulations? Enlighten me.
Oh topics on baby stuffs memang tak akan pernah habis. What diaper would you experienced mommies say the best? I’m using Huggies for day use and MamyPoko for nighttime (I just recently realized MamyPoko is spelled with a Y and not an I) but my cousin says both are bad for babies’ sensitive skin and she recommended PetPet instead. What say you?
Have you seen the 8 months pregnant Amber Chia (on the cover of Parenthood)? *Piap!* Now that’s the sound of jealousy pang. She does not seem to have any extra pregnancy fat except for a bump on her belly! Imagine a hot supermodel body, now add an adorable baby bump. Pffft! Some people, Heidi Klum and Giselle included, are so damn lucky.
And if you’re wondering about my post-pregnancy body, stop it. Spare me your thoughts.
I’m longing to go on a relaxing vacation somewhere. Where workloads and other people do not matter. Where I can spend quality time with my two boys. Where sun is bright and sky is blue and air-conditioned is available. Let’s, Hubby?
I make sure I have at least 10 minutes of me-time every morning. Each morning after Subuh prayer and after I have finished getting ready for the day, I sit at one corner, eat my cereals and read my magazine. I think it is important for my sanity. Hah!
Oh Tun Mahathir the Musical? Like I tweeted the day after the show, I had nothing much to tweet about the musical. Hubby and I agreed that they should have showcased more of Tun M’s journey that we know little about. Like how he is as a friend, student, father, husband.
The first half of the musical was not bad, it was fun in fact; with the adorable boy portraying Tun M as a child and the super cute Zizan Nin as young and passionate Tun M. Enter Esma Daniel and the musical became dull. Maybe it’s the script. Maybe it’s Esma Daniel’s lack of stage experience. Maybe it’s the serious political stuffs. Maybe it's just me. But second half of the show; let’s just say I almost fell asleep. Yes, that bad.
Can you see Esma Daniel’s uncanny resemblance to the great Tun M? Sangatlah! But that’s not enough, dude. Go enroll yourself into an acting school lah. Drama bolehlah, but to carry such a prominent role in a musical theater held at such a prominent venue, you gotta be better lah. Even the supporting actors were better; like the afro boy yang nak tampal poster, Tun M’s childhood friend yang ajak mengail, that dude who recited the DEB policy – they all shone.
Eh 3 paragraphs? I thought I had nothing much to shout about? Yang baguslah tak banyak. Kalau kritik memang lajulah. Nanti pengarah TMTM kata, “Eleh kau kritik pandailah. Cuba arah teater sikit!” To that I jawab, “Sebab aku tak pandai seni persembahanlah aku pergi tengok saja. Kalau aku pandai seni persembahan, aku tak jadi lawyer. Faham?” Emo.
I have yet to read a proper review/critic on the musical. Ada tak? All I know, according to Marina Mahathir, her daughter was not impressed. I would not be too if Tun M is my tok wan. I’d be like, “Hey dude, yes you Esma Daniel! Bad impersonation. My tok wan is nothing like that!” Yep.
Wah it’s almost 4 and I have yet to express my EBM today. There are days when you feel so malas dan memerlukan motivasi to do so. But maybe that’s just me; I am sure most breastfeeding mommies mempunyai disiplin yang lebih tegar. Oh if you’re new to breastfeeding, my advice is, read up! Perlu ilmu untuk sukses.
Some stopped trying because their babies failed to latch. Some gave up because they suffered from cracked, sore nipples. Some did not bother to try because they have inborn problems like inverted nipples. But there are solutions to all these! So yes, you’ve got to read up, sembang banyak-banyak dengan other breastfeeding mommies – because you need the support group, trust me - and most importantly, don’t give up.
Aaah it’s been a while since I last bebel randomly here. Well I got Twitter for that. Yeay to Twitter! It feels good though, to rant. It always does.
Gotta go pump now. My baby is unwell, gonna go bring him to see his paed at 5.30. Oh just so you know, I call expressing EBM Projek Lembu. My husband calls me Lembu Tenusu. I was supposed to be flattered if I perceive it as him being proud with my ability and determination to feed my child with my own milk. But I’m a woman lah nyah! Of course I perceive it as him trying to tell me that I am fat. Ngeh. Nah, he meant well. Not! Yes, I'm complex like that.
I miss my mom. And yes, I am fat. Totally random. Yep.