checking in again

life's been pretty hectic for me in the last 1 year or so.

my son is almost 2 yrs old now & i'd like to believe that both the husband & i have settled into parenthood rather well. we're still without a maid which is both a blessing and a hassle at the same time. the little boy goes to the babysitter whose family adores him. lovely.

work is busy. busy is good. but work is also full of politics right now. my team is stuck in the middle and we get whacked left, right and centre. my poor colleague, who recently joined me. she must be regretting her decision haha.

mother's day is coming up & we're preparing home-made burger patties and a salad dish for a potluck. my husband's into this cooking thing right now. of course this is just an occassional thing lah. without a maid, we hate having to clean up after cooking. even if it's just cooking maggi.

speaking of the husband, hes also into healthy living right now and has lost almost 10kgs since march. he exercises and makes better food choices. so proud of him. although sometimes i think hes a bit obsessed with it haha... he said that once he reaches his target weight, he'll take me shopping for new clothes... for him... but i think i might be able slot in a couple of items for myself ;p. i'm supposed to advise him on fashion. macam lah i ni fashionable sangat. and macam lah he will listen to me. my husband's inherently old school about everything. so i can only imagine the brow-beating i have to do to get him to buy the kind of jeans i think would be flattering for him. dont get me wrong, his current style is ok. luckily for me, he just likes playing it safe, so although its not the most trendy of fashions, he can still get away with it. imagine if he was stuck in the 80's... die lah me...

speaking of clothes, i just found out that i can get nice clothes in reject shop. for kids too. so my son got some nice new clothes last weekend. woohoo! poor boy, beli dekat reject shop only. oh well, my husband said theyre not priced like rejected clothes. tonight, i'm gonna have some me time at the curve. so i'll go have a look-see. i think i ought to dress nicer. i'm stuck in wearing functional jeans and baby-tees cos i have a toddler. so tonight, i'm gonna go shopping for some girly stuff :p.

i think my credit card's gonna melt tonight.

hi

hello world.

a belated merry christmas, happy new year, happy valentines & happy chinese new year.

yes, it has been that long.

why did i ever think i could make money from writing?

anyways, life's a peach right now. actually, thats not entirely true. life is as life was in 2009 --not that i hit the jackpot or anything major like that. been so busy that i didnt make any new year's resolution, although even if i did, it would probably be the same: save more money, swear less, dont kill my plants, eat healthy, exercise yada yada...

not that i see any of it through anyways. BUT, i salsa-cised last night so i suppose that counts for something, even if its only been the 2nd time in this whole year. i know its just an excuse but having a toddler and finding time to exercise is a bit of a challenge. the most i can do given my constraints is take a walk around 7 apartment blocks before the sun totally goes down. excuses... :D

this year, we've got a few major plans. actually, theyre more like my plans and i have to introduce them slowly to my first-say-NO husband. some plans are a given, so no knee-jerk reaction. some plans make sense but he just has to be difficult and say no to it first. then a week later, he'll come around to agreeing.

we're looking for a new maid again. sigh. not sure if its gonna be an indonesian considering that the freeze is still on. so wish us luck.

i also have to get off my lazy ass and update my cv. i really SHOULD change jobs this year. right.

as for baby no.2, well... thats not up to us so, we'll leave it in God's hands. so keep us in your prayers --catholic or not :D.

ok. getting lazy to type now. will continue again (not so) soon...

i married an indian

yes i did.

although he claims he is italian (in jest of course). so to those of you who said my son looks mat salleh, well, the husband's response is "i dont know why people are surprised. i am italian whatttt!" ptoooiii!!

anyways, although indian, he loves western dishes especially italian (surprise, surprise). he does have some favorite indian dishes though but luckily, he doesnt expect me to cook it. well, i think it would be nice if i learned how to but earlier, in ensuring that he doesnt expect me to be the subservient little woman, i said that i would learn on condition that HE learns it first & then he can teach me. so, i am proud to announce that the husband has been taking cooking lessons from his mom. & i stand around making susu & cooking porridge for my son haha.

i dont have any major issues with this inter-racial marriage. & for that i am lucky & grateful. my in laws too are liberal & mature & modern about multi-racial relationships. i see a lot of chinese, eurasians, malays, mat sallehs & even filipinos in the mix. so its all good.

however, both of us feel a bit sad that our individual cultures probably won't pass down to our children. ya lah... as it is, neither of us speak our own native languages. although we do understand them some. & its sadder for me still because i'm away from my hometown & removed from the every day cultures of my people. at least, for the husband, his family is still around even if they speak mostly in english.

the husband even wanted to get a sri lankan maid so that our son can speak tamil. which by the way, is not his native language. gilos. luckily i managed to dissuade him from really going through with it. i dont want to have communication issues with my maid anymore than i would already be facing.

speaking of getting in touch with our roots, i made the husband agree to wear the traditional kadazan costume. & in fact, i did suggest it for our wedding as well but he was adamant about not having to change outfits every few hours. lazy bum. so last christmas, we finally did take a family picture of us clad in the black-gold-red outfits.

my next project is to get a picture of us in the traditional indian costumes. which yes, i also suggested for our wedding but mr. eksyen said "no. i'm not gonna." party pooper. so, i gots myself a sari from india. no i didnt go there --i pesan from his cousin. & im gonna see if i can get one made for my son --not a sari lah. a jeepa i think they call it (looks like a punjabi suit for men like that). & the husband? hmm... maybe he can pinjam from someone lah i guess. well, its not like he would ever ever wear it ever again anyways. actually for me also, i dont know when i'll find an occasion to wear a sari. with a baby summore. i might trip & fall flat on my face. how embarrassing that would be. but whatever, i wanted one & i got one. but first i need to get the blouse sewed for me.

i hope someone gets married soon so i can try on my sari for size. hehe.

Lent

Lent is upon us.

This year the husband has resolved to give up tv and drinking. Me, bitching & complaining. My gosh... I only managed to do it (& a poor job at that!) for just a couple of days. It is very difficult not to be able to bitch to let off steam. Macam mana ni? It has occured to me that I'm so dependent on complaining & complaining & so I dont think I like myself being this person. How did I get here or was I always here? Maybe hor...

Growing up, Lenten fasting was not a big thing for my family. Of course the no-meat-on-Fridays was strictly adhered to. Our Friday menu usually consisted of sardines or fried fish or salted fish or canned ikan tausi (dunno how to explain this one) or fried eggs with kicap. The husband's family is a bit better than us haha. When I first met him, his Lenten abstinence was from alcohol & lunch. I was nicely eating away haha & even had meat on Fridays. Now, the running joke is that I corrupted him. Tsk tsk...

Now that I am married & have a family of my own, I hope I'll be a good influence on my son. I took him for Ash Wednesday mass (which marks the beginning of Lent) & luckily hes not a boisterous toddler yet or I wouldnt have been able to deal with him alone (in heels). He was rather quiet actually... I think because he was fascinated with so many people & new faces around us. & a kind young boy who I didnt know but who obviously knew me (cos he called out my name --must be one of the husband's friends) offered me his seat. There were so many people that we initially had to stand / sit outside of the church building. So at least Etha*n & I had a chair after that. Luckier still that Etha*n had had his feed just before we went to church. So I didnt have to bring his diaper bag with me. If not, I would've had to carry him, my handbag & his diaper bag in a church full of people & no seats. The husband came straight from his office & arrived a little late but just in time too as my heels were killing me (cos I too came straight from work & no way was I gonna wear slippers with my pants & look unfashionable... hehehe).

Mesti nampak vogue mah.

So, Easter is coming up in about 3 weeks & I havent abstained much from anything. Teruks. How to be a good influence hah? Sigh... Tonight there are sessions opened for Easter confessions but I'm not very motivated to go. I didnt attend confession for like 10years before I got married (at which point, I HAD to). I think I'll just give myself & the husband a kick in the behind & go tonight.

Easter is coming :-)

becoming who we're not really

for many many years now, my hair has been colored. some people i know have never even seen my original hair color until recently. this includes the husband :-).
of course it's not like this is something that we talk about so seriously lah.

i havent dyed my hair in about a year now i.e. ever since i got pregnant of course. & even after i delivered, i refrained because i was breastfeeding. i'm not sure if it affects breastfeeding or not but i just wanted to be on the safe side lah. now that i've stopped breastfeeding, i guess it's ok to dye it (except i'm still a bit apprehensive cos takut my son rub his face against my hair or something --paranoid huh?). so i'm gonna do it maybe tonight cos i want to have new hair for the wedding we're attending tomorrow.

i got myself a box of garnier nutrisse hair coloring in brown.
in fact its golden copper brown like this.

please note that thats not me ya although my hair cut is short now. & ya, she also got chinese eyes but i think she got better cheekbones leh. sebab tu dia model & im not. :-p

i hope i dont turn blonde hehehe... takut plak nampak macam those japanese girls with blonde hair hor?

my original hair color is black (duhhh...). it is SO black that people have been asking me if i dyed it black (plus of course they've never seen my original color mah). haha... my mil even said that i look like i'm wearing a wig. gilos ke apa... so farnee.

ok then...

see you next week with my new hair.

sisessai maiyemi

i want eric delko and calleigh duquesne together. so larvely. so cute. so love.

i'm so weird.

i got myself a fringe

and now i look like this:




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tadaaaaa!!!

flatulence

ahhh… the power of the fart. you might be wondering why on earth i found the need to blog about this. it is my belief that The Fart has for far too long been taken for granted in creating happiness in human relationships. have you ever noticed that a fart, especially a loud one, has the astounding ability to bring a smile and even a fit of giggles on? of course this is usually accompanied with the thumb and fore finger pinching the nose or, if you’re more lady like, with one hand making a fanning motion in front of your nose. in my case, its always a slap on the husband’s lap or shoulder, reprimanding him for his lack of manners.

farts have played a major role throughout my pre-married life and more so in my early married life (actually, i’m still in my early married life). there are times when i get angry with the husband for farting (especially if its somewhere in the vicinity of my face), under the duvet covers (which have a way of wafting out of the folds), in the car or just a bit too loudly. but most times, it’s always a giggle fest. usually when it’s yours truly releasing the airbombs. hihihi…

the husband has rather active bowel movements. so sometimes when he farts, he goes “uh-oh… i hope its not a shart.” a shart being a fart with a bit of shit. hihihi… i know that most women, myself included, are often embarrassed with releasing bodily emissions cos its un-ladylike. i know of people who still malu-malu to do certain things whilst their husbands are in the bathroom. hey, its understandable. i am too.

its funny though don’t you think? how men are often times more relaxed about these things? but heres the thing: i am less self-conscious about these things more and more and these days, i can give as good as i get. so husband, although i wont do it in the presence of others, theres nothing stopping me from flatulating (if theres such a word) under the duvet. so watch it.

what you can do, i can do twice!

old wives’ remedy for acne ( according to my grandmader-in-law)

spit.

yes, spit. as in saliva. the best batch is your morning saliva apparently. dunno whether it works. but in the years that i hv known the husband, i have heard this many times, i have had the husband’s spit rubbed on my spots many times, i have rubbed my spit on his many times.

it’s turned into a habitual thing now. whether it works or not is another thing. disgust right? heh. oh well, you exchange saliva when you kiss izenit. tak disgust pun. besides, i read somewhere that kissing is good for the teeth. really. something to do with the exchange of saliva.

so people, kiss away. just make sure you only kiss people you’re meant to kiss. don’t go kissing the cats or the doggies. not sure whether cat spit is good for acne. hmm... i shall ask.

ps. can you tell im bored?

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i am so busy at work its so not funny.

on a lighter note, i've been having these body temperature swings (a bit like mood swings --cos in the wee mornings, i have a fever & as the day wears on, the temperature normalizes). which leads to ulcers all over my mouth, tongue, tonsils blabla... whatever is going on??

my daddy-o is coming to kl tonight. larvely larvely larvely. i made him buy me some fishballs from the land below the wind. yummy. i cant wait. been craving for them awhile now. but i cant seem to find the exact same ones here.

i got me 2 sticks see. they both came out just right. one l (vertical lah this) and one + (a vertical with a cross just like a t).

my god-sistah from nippon land will be a guest in our humble home this christmas. we'll be drinking japanese sake. or not. but im sure she'll bring me some pretty japanese cookies / chocolates which she always does.

here are my christmas gift ideas:

- boxer shorts
- tank tops
- oven mittens
- hairbands
- non-stick pans
- books
- st michael's undies for men
- belts
- wallets / purses

what shall i wear for christmas? oh ya, we decided to have a christmas open house... then we decided NOT to. isnt it lovely to be a july baby? might end up hating each other though. hmm...

my weekend

a gloomy tuesday to one & all,

my friday night

my weekend was filled with activities. it started with my friday night --the husband picked me up from work & we headed to waikiki's bar in pj for a drink or two whilst waiting for the traffic woes to subside. i got a bit high after 2 drinks. what a loser. as we were making our way home in the not-yet-subsided traffic jam (bugger) at 730pm, we got a call from his cousins asking us to meet them in 1utama to shop for:

1. marriage rectification attire for the about-to-be-church-wedded couple

2. a christening attire for their 1-year old son

whilst we were in 1utama walking the walk & talking the talk, the husband lugged around my heavy laptop & i lugged around my handbag. i alternated this with lugging around the cousin's baby. hes so adorable. later that night, i received a visitor in my home & we were just chatting & chatting about relationship woes (this is always a favorite topic among women dontcha think?). the husband, bless his lovely soul, got us beef burgers & chocolates & other snacks to munch on while we bitched (but we didnt even touch 'em. sorry sweets). we were locked in the room while he was having a bit of me-time watching dvds in the living room. i finally went to bed at 2am.

saturday

on saturday morning, the husband & i attended his cousin's marriage rectification & their son's christening. i was the photographer. hihihi. after that, we proceeded to their home for the baby's 1-year old bday. at this lunch do, i watched movies after movies with some of the husband's cousins while he gambled with the others. we watched hairspray (pls watch it) & little miss sunshine (pls watch it too). lovely.

i left the party at 6pm & headed home with a bucket of kfc as my sis & her kids were coming for dinner & a sleep-over. after dinner, the nephew charlie (from charlie's angels) wanted to pop some popcorns in the microwave so we all headed to jusco kepong & got a few packets, headed home & started popping. altho the popcorn turned out to be just the way i like 'em (salty), the rest didnt quite enjoy it as they're used to the the sweet caramel-y type which you get at the cinemas. we spent the rest of night in bed chit-chatting & telling stories. i kinda miss being around my sister's family.

sunday

we had roti canai for breakfast & the 2 tykes & their fashionable aunty (moi) went a-swimming. my sister had just gone for a hair treatment the day before, so she didn’t want to enter the water. the husband went to work. for lunch, i made lasagna & we had it while watching charlie's "teenage mutant ninja turtles" cartoon dvd.

after they left, i rolled up my sleeves & did my spring cleaning & laundry. so tired. for the remainder of the day, i was just lazing in bed with a book. oh ya & i watched "lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events" which was rather entertaining. what bliss.

the husband came back in time for a bit of pretend whining (from me of course, for coming back 30mins late hihi) & we watched "28 weeks later" which is a rather stressful movie to watch bcos everyone died. EVERYONE. including what appeared to be the hero & heroine. i was so annoyed. so i went to bed after that feeling a little agitated.

so that was my weekend.

to my friend who had some man-problems, hang in there bebeh. call if you need me to kick-ass. i'll arrange for some kepong-based reinforcements ;-p.

on being thirty & living healthy

i try. i do. but it’s just so very difficult to make myself want to go to the gym. i gots me my shoes but still i find it such a feat to drag myself to go. i don’t mind the treadmill. but the cycling machine thingy hurts my pelvic bones. maybe i should start wearing protective gear? the elliptical skiing thingy is also a real challenge. i’ll be panting away like a dog. tapi surprisingly i don’t sweat so much. maybe i’m not doing it right? i didn’t realize i was so unfit. what a weakling.

maybe this is why i’m getting sick all the time. this plus the fact that i don’t eat fruits & vegetables much these days. on top of that, i don’t even take supplements. why oh why am i so lazy? but check out my shoes which the husband got for me under duress.

but i swim. i can swim laps & laps non-stop. tak penat pun. tapi ni pun breast-stroke lah. please don’t ask me to do free-style. ahhh… it gives me palpitations. apparently cancerians (like moi) are more into water sports. so i guess its true in my case.

i’ve also tried yoga. but instead of feeling peaceful & meditative, my mind is always racing with thoughts. any thoughts lah. sometimes i’m thinking about how pretty the girl next to me is or what the male yoga tutor feels when he gets into balls-squashing positions. i even got myself the yoga mat. maybe i should go buy a yoga cd, so i can try it at home. or should i try pilates this time around? the cds are rather cheap. i saw these yoga / pilates packages (inclusive of the cd and the mat) for about rm55. reasonable izenit. i could get the husband to give them to me as a gift for no reason.

i do try to drink more milk. i buy cartons & cartons for the month. if you come visit me in my home, i’ll serve you milk ok. as for bread, the husband insists that i only buy wholemeal bread. but its so boring to eat. so occasionally i buy white bread. they taste so much better. i’m also a big fan of maggi mee. which is really bad for you i know but i really like soup-y stuff.

the other thing that i should try to do is to have healthier thoughts & language. i curse too much. & the poor husband’s ears get to hear it more often than others. i’m sorry love. i will try. the “good” thing is that i don’t use swear words interspersed with other words in my sentences i.e. it’s not part of my daily vocabulary. i curse when i’m angry. and hoo-boy do i get angry. the husband says its amazing how i can switch from one disposition to another in mere split-seconds (it isn’t very difficult to do you know).

i guess i’ll start the health stuff next year.

wise no more

i finally got my tooth extracted & got me 2days worth of medical leaves for the rm450 that i paid to the dentist. it was… an experience. i didn’t feel excruciating pain but i could feel the pressure she was applying & i most definitely heard the wrenching of the tooth from my jaw. oww. she had to cut AROUND my gums. it looked like meat. ok i’ll stop with the graphical details now. hehehe.

the husband said it was an ordeal for him to watch. i don’t know why exactly seeing as i was the one in the dental seat with blood spurting out of my mouth. his observation was that i have a small mouth. hehehe.

the dentist said: don’t eat for 2 hours. (gotcha doc!)

the husband said: & don’t talk for 4 hours (how cruel he can be!)

my mother said: sorry to hear about your pain, just think of the cross (as in the catholic cross, you know.)

my dad said: so, tidak wise lah sudah kau ni? (haha. very funny.)

i come from a family of jokers.

actually i didn’t really need the 2days mc. on the first day of the mc (friday), the husband & i caught a movie, went gift shopping & played basketball with my nephew. a dull ache was all i felt but as expected, it was a bit difficult to eat.

on the second day of the mc (monday), i had to burn my mc & come to work for a meeting. dammit.

i hope no more wisdom teeth are coming. this kind of wisdom i can do without.

a day in my life

hi. my name is groovychick. i am a recently married sino-kadazan ahemm… lady (sometimes). my husband is a soft-voiced malaysian indian with a chinese surname (go figure). we live close to jinjang-land, menjalara. on the upside, we also live next to posh-land, desa park city & ikea is just a stone’s throw away.

ok lah… maybe the stone has to bounce a lot before it actually reaches ikea, but we are close. actually it doesn’t really matter just how close to ikea we are cos the husband abhors shopping. & these days i’m recuperating from my wedding-related expenses so i can’t exactly hop-around shopping. oh well. one day at a time. wait till i strike that lottery. now, i just have to start buying ‘em numbers.

ok so, we live in menjalara near-ish ikea.

during the week, in the mornings we attempt to get up at 7am & always, always fail miserably. i tend to re-set my alarm clock at 15minute intervals. usually, we only get up at 8am, meaning i have to rush through my beauty-routine.

the husband has to go through his routine too: the 5s –shit, shave, shower, shampoo, shake (hihihi). ok lah, i’m not certain whether the last one takes place or not hahaha.

the first one is like clock-work though. every morning without fail.

anyways, most of the time, he has to wait for me to get ready. says he gets tired just looking at me going through my routine. on the off-chance (very very off this) that i’m ready before him, i sometimes make breakfast. usually its eggs. or its eggs. & other times its eggs.

bcos we are a single-car family, the husband comes with me & i drop him off at the train station then scoot off to work. usually, we take a rather pricey route in order to beat traffic bcos we’re already late. ok lah, bcos i’m late. he starts work at noon & finishes at 9pm. in the evenings after work, i head home in the traffic all by my lonesome. depending on the level of boredom on that day, i might cook something or bake or freeze things. don’t get too excited, mostly i don’t do things from scratch. i’m a firm believer of using ready-mixes.

sometimes lah i rajin lah but this is usually when it’s something easy to do like bolognese sauce. but i tell you, boredom is a real motivator. for me at least. i’ve been known to clean in the middle of the night bcos i’m bored. the husband, he calls me monica geller. heh.

when it’s time, i drive out again to get him from work. sometimes we visit my MIL who lives close-by to our place. most times we head home. since we don’t have astro, we watch & re-watch dvds hehehe (so kind souls out there, please loan us some!) or, & this is my fave, we watch chinese ghost stories. hihihi… it’s real nice exposing the husband to my chinese roots.

i don’t cook much cos it’s not good to eat so late right. besides, i can’t tahan till 9pm for dinner lah. so i eat first or we just have a snack before bedtime.

we’re in bed by midnight. i insist on pillow talks, it’s my way of making sure we do set aside that time to talk. it can be all of 10mins but i’m happier. & if i hear him snoring, i’ll fidget till he wakes up again so we can resume our talks. haha…

twice in a week i get some time to myself –when he goes for futsal after work & when he works on sundays. it’s the pits but it’s not unbearable. i get to read my books & laze in bed.

i love my life.

starvation & sustenance

my tummy's a-growling. i've been in a meeting since 930am & it ended only at 2pm. are these people mad? it's the fasting month summore. you'd think they'd try to shorten the meetings. i salute them lah. i dunno how they do it. i cannot fast. period. i was so hungry, i was getting dizzy. anyways, halfway through the meeting, i ran up to my room & had my left-over egg sandwich from breakfast. gobbled it all down in a minute. after the meeting, i wanted to have some jam & crackers. to my misfortune, the jam was mouldy already. yick. so, it was hot milo & crackers. oh well, beggars can't be choosers izenit.

by the way, my egg sandwich was courtesy of the husband. he was suffering from food poisoning in the last 3 days & our weekend was spent resting, puking & a-doodie.com-ing. he's feeling bad cos i had to tend to his needs & i'm guessing that's why i got me-self an egg sandwich today.

this is NOT the sandwich my husband made for me today

it's ok lah sweetheart. not your fault. but thanks so much for the breakfast. nowww... i've got this wishlist of things i want for christmas which i'm just dying to share with you ;-p...

oh ya, over the weekend, cos he wasnt feeling too good, i had to make the husband some half-boiled eggs. so. not. easy. geez. how many minutes do you need in order to get half-boiled eggs?? my first try with 2 eggs came out more hard-boiled than half. my second try, again with 2 eggs, came out more raw than half-boiled. in the end i poached it & passed it off as half-boiled hehehe. cos when you poach you can see it ma. when you boil it, you can't see through the shell. husband, why do you like it half-boiled? looks disgust. especially when it's cold.

this is also NOT the half-boiled eggs i made for my husband over the weekend

i'm gonna have a banana after this. still hungry lah. tonight i'll have some chicken horfun soup & read a book while i wait for the husband to finish work.

nursery rhymes

very good, campulut, tahi si polo, lim puput

altogether now...

have a good weekend everybody.

being inconsistent... or is it incontinent ;-p

it's real early on a tuesday morning & i'm already in the office thanks to the husband who has an early morning thingy at work. so here i am doing, well, not much. my eyes are extra chinky than they usually are due to the lack of beauty sleep. funnily though, i'm quite awake. not a morning person generally so this "alertness" is a nice change.

so anyhow, today, i want to write about being inconsistent. myself being inconsistent i mean. well, i am that, thats for sure. end of story haha. very boring lah to write about deep things. by the way, i'm NOT incontinent.

as i sit here typing this, there are these teeny-weeny ants running amok on my desk. i kiew them awl. i did this once in front of the husband & he said "iyerrrr... what did it ever do to you??! so cruel!" i was so terkejut & then ashamed & thought to myself "i'm a meanie". ishk... but he swats at roaches on his desk ok!!! so that makes him a meanie too doesnt it?

you know, he borrowed some of these "black" dvds from his friend i.e. films about african americans who live in the ghetto, get into pushing drugs because they have no other options out of a life of poverty, get caught, thrown into prison, become reformed / transformed & become a rapper (like fiddy-sen d'ya know hihihi). so, the husband has been watching these shows cos we have no cable & dont plan on getting one anytime soon (no money heh) & has now started amusing me by emulating how the blacks walk / swagger. muahhhahahaha... it's a real riot to watch him do it. not that he does it well, but what really gets to me is this: my husband is a mat control macho ok. so he doesnt usually act silly. i've tried many-a-times to get him to act crazy but to no avail. me. i am the mad one in the marriage. i make faces at him, dance maniacally in the car while kids in the school bus next to us stare at me like i'm a madcow (which could be true) or plain guffaw like a hyena & he just looks at me with this indulgent smirk on his face, like "ok wife, i see it, you're acting crazy" then he coolly goes back to watching his african american movies. aiyak. so anyways, his swaggering like he's a black rapper really kills me. hihihi.

yesterday, as a surprise, i got him a pair of futsal shoes. he didnt like 'em. dammit. anyways, we're going back to the shop tonight to see if we can exchange it for something else. i dont think so but no harm in trying. & at the same time, i'm gonna pout like i'm so hurt & heartbroken that he doesnt like my surprise gift... THEN i'll ask him to buy a pair of running shoes for me wahahaha. see how my devious mind works. he knows it too. but he'll still buy them for me though he sees through my ruse. & thats why i love him.

i'm off for my meeting now (i'm-a-trotting down the lane...)

my first ever... the virgin blog... hihihi...

cool...

i dont know how this works... looks easy enough. but im a lazy bum (on top of being a groovychick) & id probably be too malas to learn how to work things on this blog thingy. come to think of it, id probably be *tulesi* to write pun. i *vunderbar* if anyone would read what i write. & if they do, would they understand my writing style... wahahaha... im an eejit... this is way cool man. as im writing this, i feel like im talking to myself. my groovy self that is. coolness or not.

ok, why wont people understand my writing style? well bcos, i bastardize *lenguej(es)*. *siwataimin*? ok never mind. this is just my first entry & at this point, im just indulging myself. who knows tmw i might feel like i need to be more considerate to my "loyal audience" (wahahaha... *perasansplaksaini*!!) & write more "legibly". or write a more academic piece. right. not.

oh but i notice ah, this thing looks like MSWord right? but no spell check leh? hmmm... im sure its here somewhere. now where is that damn thing?? oh ya but im anal too. im an anal lazy bum. *izenit* *larvely*?

oh ya, heres an observation: i read blogs right? & i notice, some bloggers (revelation: hey im a blogger now tooooo!!!) hv this amazing knack of keeping things vague. they hv this ability to write about something or someone & keep the blog entry at a level where u cant be TOO sure that they're actually referring to this or that. its lovely. i think id just blab away --referring to actual names & places. my self-preservation mode is shot. hence, im sure i'll be stepping (more like STOMPING) on toes. & i'll probably be doing it gaily (isthisawordah?) too until i realize i've offended someone. then "i'll know" lah.

you know, where im from, instead of saying "padan muka" we like to say "baru kau tau" or when we're feeling like we're the queen's subjects --"then you know".

ok end of first entry. im no longer a blog-virgin.

oh!! i found the spell-check.

guide-to-my-wor(l)d

1. tulesi - too lazy
2. vunderbar - wonder
3. lenguej(es) - language(s)
4. siwataimin - see what i mean
5. perasansplaksaini - perasan pula i ni
6. izenit - isn't it
7. larvely - lovely
8. isthisawordah - is this a word ah

ok & i also found the bullet / number function. yays.

ok done for now. ciao to me.