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Sep
02

A friend told me today she feels depressed. I told her same goes to me. When it comes to certain areas in my life. I told her, she needs to learn how to compartmentalize. Put everything in their said boxes. Only feels certain emotion when she goes into that particular box. At other times, close the depressive box(es) and go bask in the glory of happy box. That’s what I did, and that was how I pulled myself through everything in my life that threatens to take me down and drown me out, even when shit hits the fan. I had felt lost for the longest time possible, devoured by the black box that sucked the very life out of me while I tried in vain to grapple my way out. It’s crazy, sometimes the thought itself is debilitating. I was incapacitated by fear, afraid of the unknown.

All I know was to wallow in self pity, and after a while of feeling sorry for myself, detach myself from the poisonous state of mind, open happy boxes which are labeled Hubby, or Ian, roll around in the warmth it exudes, but god forbid when someone accidently opens the black box, I fell again. This vicious cycle repeats itself. Sometimes on daily basis. Sometimes on weekly basis. But it’s evil because of its never ending nature. I tried to line the black box with mental pictures of Ian, and sometimes it helps, but as always in the end I always yielded to the black force. It’s tiring, closing and opening different boxes and it drains the energy out of me. But at the moment, it got me through. I intend to throw away the black boxes, one by one. Chuck them into the deep blue sea, never to see it again. That is exactly why I am building my raft now, so that I can bring the black boxes to the middle of the ocean to throw it. Tie to it a big anchor so that it stays at the bottom of the sea. Wish me luck.

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Aug
20

I lost my identification card yesterday. After lunch, it wasn’t in my back pocket anymore. Hubby and I went back to kg jawa to ask the shop owner whether anyone picked up my IC, and they said no. Asked mct to help me search in hospital too, and he said he can’t find it. He even helped to check with the hospital security. :(

It wasn’t in the car either. I thought I had lost it for good. So I left office earlier after letting my boss know, and went to JPN with hubby. Made a new IC, and paid an exorbitant fine of RM110 ( hey it’s a big amount for me) because we have no stamp from any community leader/penghulu kampong. The guy actually asked whether we would like find the community leader to get a stamp first so he can reduce rm50 from the fine, but both hubby and I knew no one. So I just paid the fine and got a temporary IC.

In a sickened twist of event, late afternoon around 6pm I received a phone call from HW, my colleague. She told me my IC was with her. In fact it was with the Perdana security guard, and they approached and asked her whether she knew me. She had no details where they found my IC, which I am going to ask her later on when I get it from her although I doubt she knew. Sigh…

After I hung up on her, I told hubby I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take the fact that I had paid for a new one and my old IC suddenly materialized out of thin air. I wonder who picked it up. :(

Why did not they tell me earlier? They could have just search for me on the office IM right? Sigh.. it did not cross my mind too to check with Perdana post before making a new one. Damn!

I told hubby I’d rather the old IC stayed lost. That way I would not feel so cheated. There and then I broke down. I felt like as if my luck has gone downstream lately. Even hubby admitted that he sometimes do think that I have some problem with luck in my life. We can choose to go to a place to dine, and most of the time the shop will be closed. We can choose to go to a new hair salon to cut hair, and the shop closes on a Wednesday! And many more other small incidents which added up to this conclusion.

I feel like an emotional train wreck this week. Not sure whether it is because I am PMS-ing. Maybe I might finally get my period? Which I actually dreaded because I had read and heard from the mommies in office that it will impact the milk production. Huhuuu…

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Aug
16

You know you are loved when your husband does the simplest things:

  1. Waiting for you to finish your last session of expressing although he is sleepy just so he can help you to wash your breast pump while asking you to go sleep first :D
  2. Always making sure the bottles in your study room never runs empty :D  (I always told hubby I had magic bottles that will filled up by itself when it has run dry)
  3. Letting you nap in the afternoon while he takes care of baby :D
  4. Always offering to chip in whenever your account runs dry :( (hubby has been utterly sweet by offering to pay half for the car fix, but I declined. I had a thing about cleaning up my own mess)
  5. Always letting you eat the nicest thing on the dish :D
  6. Gives you his portion of the rice when you complained yours is not enough. huhu.. I always feel bad when hubby did this. Last weekend I complained my rice wasn’t enough and hubby happily gave me his, and he ended up eating so little and binge on junk food later of the night. ><ll
  7. Buy you any food you are craving for with no questions asked :D
  8. Helping you to load your half of the clothes into the washing machine when you fell asleep with the baby (hubby helps to wash and hang the clothes to dry :D )
  9. When you said sorry to him for wrecking his baby (car), he answered with a smile on his face “my baby is you. Not the car:D sob.. *so touched*
  10. Gives you a quick 5min massage when he himself is tired out of his brains
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Aug
08

I wrecked hubby’s car today. PHJ kissed Saga’s ass due to my carelessness. :(

I was on my way back from Jusco after dropping off my cousin and I saw the green light at the traffic near roundabout. So I did not slow down. Mistake number one. I was in the 2nd lane from the left at that time. I saw the queue on that lane was quite long, so I glanced at the rear view mirror to check whether I can cut over to the far left lane or not. Mistake number two. Just a split second had gone by, and I noticed suddenly the car right in front of me at the 2nd lane suddenly was stationery because it had applied emergency brake, so I hit the brake and held the steering wheel tightly. Bang!

I was too late in braking, or was it because I was too fast, I had no idea. All I know is I am at fault. I felt the impact, but it wasn’t that bad, but when I saw the car hood being dented upwards, I know I’m in deep shit. First thing I did was called hubby when the driver from the car in front got off and walked off to my car to ask me what was I going to do about it. :(

Sigh, he was being a nice guy. He told me to drive the car to the side of the road, and helped me to block off traffic. Initially I told hubby to come over, but then I figured what the heck just drive home with the guys in the other car and let hubby see the damage I had done to his car. :(

The Saga only had a mild dent to its bumper, but PHJ suffered  badly. Cracked left headlights/casing, me have no idea, missing H and broken plate number, real bad scratch on the left side and dented car hood. :(

The guy told me to settle which I agreed, so tomorrow hubby will go off with him to fix the car. :( There goes my ECBP. :(

I felt so very guilty for totaling hubby’s car. :(

After settling with the guy on what to do tomorrow, I just broke down at home. Hubby consoled me by telling me that it is no big deal, just that the car needed a fix. As long as I am alright, he is ok with it. I secretly think he needed the consoling. :(

 Just now, halfway thru feeding Ian his dinner, Ian just puked. Everything hubby fed him came out. :( Not sure what happened though. we just monitor him, hopefully he will be fine.

 20mins ago, a glass bowl from the rack fell off to the floor and broke into pieces. The bowl was on top of the washing machine, and apparently when the washing machine spun, the bowl fell out of the dish rack and went splattering into pieces.

 3 incidents in a day, does this mean good luck will follow suit soon?

:(

 While I was typing this, hubby came over and asked me not to be down. Sigh.. he’s such a sweetie. :(

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Jul
07

Ian starts to teeth at exactly 6months and 3 weeks. Now he has 2 cute teeth on his lower gum, his incisors are growing day by day. He looks so cute when he grins and smiles. He looks so grown up lately, he has already lost his baby look and starts to look like a toddler instead, while maintaining his chubby cheek, my trademark when I was a baby, and now it is also his. :D

Needless to say, he grows more adorable each day, and babysitter said he can eats one bowl plus of porridge from a 6oz sized bowl. I guess that’s the main reason he don’t drink as much milk as he used to be. Therefore now his intake of EBM has increased to about 80% a day ever since he started solid. Admittedly, on weekends I try to give him less porridge, and more milk. I figure he can handle 2 days of less solids and more milk. And if I were to give him solids, I mixed those with milk instead. Just like pumpkins and peaches plus plain porridge.

Unfortunately the peaches I bought were not sweet enough, and are a little tangy, so when I pureed it and gave to Ian last weekend, he winced and refused to eat much. I mixed them with plain porridge and some milk, and still it is too sourish for him. Now I dread to think of what I can do with the leftover puree I had frozen in the fridge. Maybe I will puree some apples this weekend and mixed them with a cube of peaches with milk to trick him into eating. Ho ho ho! Or make jelly and dump the cubes of peaches in and eat it myself with hubby instead!

I made a few cubes of avocado puree for him too, and I’m guessing he will most probably finish it this week or next. So I’m gonna have to restock on them this weekend. I bought a box of organic cereal grain, and this saves me time to cook porridge on weekend. Hehe… with this plain cereal, I can mix them with fruits puree and he can have something different to eat on the weekends instead of his normal porridge + minced meat + carrots + potatoes + marmite.

Anyways, baby food cost so much. 2 peaches cost rm9 and 2 avocados cost around ~rm9 too, depending on their weight. 2 avocados can last Ian for about 1 week plus depending on the frequency babysitter feeds him. His box of organic cereal cost rm19.90. I don’t really keep track how much I spent on him on weekly basis, because in his case, as long as he can eat, I will gladly buy for him. :D I want him to grow up eating healthy food, and I think I will need to puree vegetables soon, or at least ask babysitter to mix it into his porridge. Spinach is a good start. :)

Category: baby, emo  2 Comments
Jun
03

I’m not a big fan of inspirational talk, but I found this talk by Steve Jobs greatly inspiring. I have been having quarter life crisis for god knows how long, and somehow I felt I needed to do something with my life. I need to figure certain things out, I need to take the first step, I need to break out from my comfortable cocoon. I owed it to myself to do this. I should not be settling down at such a young age. I felt like I had not lived my life to the fullest yet. I haven’t had any sense of accomplishment for the longest time. I had been afraid to take a risk, a calculated one. I had been running away from reality, for so long I had nearly forgotten this make believe world isn’t the real one. I chose to stay deluded. I knew it for the longest possible time I don’t belong here. I’m supposed to be at another realm, doing what I do best, instead of just dealing with scraps and pieces here.  I thought I can just sail through this without any consequences, but its taking a huge toll on me emotionally. I’m no longer passionate on what I am doing, day in day out it is nothing but just a list of tasks.

So now I will take stock of my own life. I will take a small baby step. I will reach out. I shall act on my intuition. I should listen to my heart and follow it. It’s about time.

Quoted from Steve Jobs : Don’t settle. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/steve_jobs_how_to_live_before_you_die.html

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May
24

I had no recollection whatsoever whether I had written on this topic before, and I couldn’t be bothered to check through my archive. So here goes; the list of things that pregnancy did to your body.

 Low lights:

  1. The gradual/exponential weight gain – depending on individual, weight gain during pregnancy varies greatly from a person to the next. In my case, I had the optimum weight gain of 14/15kg during the whole 9 months, and my butt, thighs and tummy ballooned. Before being pregnant, food is my greatest sin. To sum it all up, I am a glutton. This was made possible by the superior gene I inherited from my mum (my suspicion). I suspected I have high metabolism, because no matter how much food I binged on, I could hardly put on a kilogram or two. (yes, I was cocky back then due to the privilege of being able to enjoy limitless food without every worrying about weight gain).  Needless to say, all that has changed. I am having trouble trying to losing the extra 5kg I gained from pregnancy right now. :( When I delivered Ian, I lost 5kg. Ian was 3.7kg, so the rest was the placenta and the amniotic fluid. After I was hospitalized for 1 week, I lost another 4kg, which brings the total to a 9kg. so 14 -9, I’m left with 5kg that I have been struggling to lose ever since. I am still breastfeeding therefore I feel hungry really fast! And I eat about the same amount of food as hubby, with late night suppers thrown into the equation. I am lucky to say I haven’t gain an extra ounce due to this, but I can’t lose an ounce either. Everyone has been telling me BF will help me to lose weight, but by the rate I am going, I doubt I will ever be. There’s this lady whom I knew, who had already went back to her original weight pre pregnancy, but I am still being haunted by stretch marks, and the ever flowing muffin top/spare tire! :( I know exercise is the key to losing weight, but I just can’t seem to find the time or energy to do it. :( so now I totally understands what chubby people actually felt, when they go shopping or when they looked at themselves in the mirror. It is really hard to find nicer clothes to wear, and body hugging is a total no-no because it’s obscene. Sigh… I gave myself 6months to lose those 5kg, and now I have to push my goal to 1yr. Dang!
  2. Railway stretch marks – some women are so lucky they do not have stretch marks. I fell under the category of the unfortunate ones. Even after nearly 6months, the marks have not faded yet. Yes, do tell me I have unrealistic expectations over this… but you can’t blame me. I am not a hardcore vainpot, but I still am worried of those marks. I wonder how my hubby will think of them, although he still said I am beautiful. And I can’t wear my 2 piece swimsuit due to this (but mainly the marks are secondary reason. Prime reason would be the fact that I still cant fit into them, and I will look like I have a motorcycle tire around my waist -_-).
  3. Muffin top – I have had many people asking me whether I am pregnant again, and I was horrified initially, but now, I learnt to take it all in my stride. The next time someone asked me, I think I will just say Yes. T_T
  4. Thunder thighs – I have exceptionally big thighs for someone as skinny as me. It is no fun. I can’t wear skinny jeans. I cant wear straight cut jeans. I can only look nice in a bootcut. ‘nuf said. Damn.
  5. Wider butt – my butt has always been categorized as wide for someone as skinny as me, and pregnancy plainly just made it worse.  I can no longer fit into my old pants, and I had to buy new ones at the ridiculous size of 8/10. I felt awful. My butt is wide and flat. Urgghhhh!!!
  6. Hairy skin – yes, I felt that my hair grows faster than usual when I was pregnant, but then again, it might be the figment of my imagination. So, there is still no conclusion to this yet.

 Highlights:

  1. Bigger breasts – any women who are pregnant will tell you they have bigger breasts due to the milk ducts and all. In my case, I still have the size I had because I am still breastfeeding. You see, I am one of those gals who wear a 32A size, and basically, looked like puberty never hits me. I used to lament that it would be nice to be wearing a 32B instead, because I will look nicer in clothes and dresses. And yes, becareful of what you wished for. ;p I got my wish during my pregnancy, my mcB literally went up 1 cup. Haha…  but after I delivered, milk starting coming in, and I was elevated to a 36B. for the first 3/4months, I wore a 36B and I find that it was a hassle, because I can’t fit into my old tees anymore, and if I forced myself into them, I will look so obscene that the mirror will crack if I ever stand in front of it. -_- so I had to waste some money to buy some tops because I had nothing to wear to work. And I got tired of wearing my old pregnant clothes/tops because people kept thinking that I am pregnant again. Well, hello?!! -_- finally, last month, I went 1 band size down, so I am a 34C at the moment. Yes, 2 cups bigger than I used to be, and 1 band size bigger because overall I am chubbier than I used to be. Would I want to have smaller mcB now, I think so. Less 1 cup will looked just nice.  ;p haha! But then again, now is still bearable. Just that I hated to be stared at. Oh ya, and I had to keep buying bras. For the record, La Senza is my fav at the moment. They have really comfy cotton bras, and cute too! :D
  2. Healthy, glowing hair – oh  la la! my tresses was so beautiful and healthy when I was pregnant. My hair hardly falls, and the curls and length was just great. I did not trim my hair for like 9months straight, and I had no split ends at all. My hair dresser was horrified that I did not trim my hair for that long. ;p
  3. No menstruation – best of all, no periods! During the entire pregnancy, and up until now! I haven’t had my period in 1yr and 2months time. Yay! I plan to continue BF, and I hope it won’t come back that soon. It is just so much fun without the PMS and all. ;p  but I have read from the forums, that after stopping for so long, period will come back in a vengeance. The PMS symptoms and physical pain is quite bad. Hu hu…

 I’ll update this list again when I can think of any new items. Hehe.. I know this posts ended very abruptly, but then again, I ran out of steam. ;p

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May
14

Ian is all giggly in the playpen for like 10mins, or 15ins tops and then he starts to make noise and crave for attention. Well, he is one big, brave and tough boy. I’m so proud of him. I said this because he went for circumcision yesterday, and the whole morning prior to the minor surgery, he was all quiet and composed and never did he once kicked up a fuss. We let him fast for like 5hours before the surgery as it was the requirement, and he was so hungry by the time we went to the hospital, he licked the blanket on the bed (when he thinks we are not watching him) when we changed him into his hospital outfit.

After everyting was settled, I need to accompany him inside and hold his hand while the anesthesiologist knocked him out. The doctor put a tube underneath his nose, to let him inhale it and when he started to close his eyes, he put the whole face mask thingy on his face. And for the whole time, he did not even cry. Just quietly shook his head from side to side when the anesthesiologist put the gas under his nose. So I held his hand, sang him his lullaby but stopped halfway cause my voice cracked due to the fact that tears are welling up in my eyes. When he was knocked out, another doctor led me out of the room because they would need to wheel him into the operating theatre. And tears started dropping down on my face as I walked towards hubby. :( Heart pain.

We were led to a waiting area, and after sometime, I started to hear a baby cry in the daycare area, and I suspected that’s Ian. But no nurse came to get us. Eventually, 1 of the nurses came and asked us to go in, but only 1 at a time. So I went in first. The sight that greeted me wasn’t pretty, and the first feeling that came to me was helplessness. There was Ian crying inconsolably on the bed, with his penis wrapped up in bandage and the nurses trying to paste the fetal monitor on thumb, and 1 nurse was holding his head comforting him. He was red in the face from crying and I think that’s mainly due to the pain. :(

so I quickly went to his side, calling his name and all, and 1 of the nurse ask me whether I want to hold him. Of course I want to! But I checked with her whether that will hurt him or not. Ended up they wrapped him up in a blanket, and passed over to me. I put the pacifier in his mouth n sang him his lullaby, sshh-ing away at times while he cried his lungs out. :(

Even I started to cry at that time. Sigh… Eventually he stopped crying, but was sobbing away. I requested for the nurse to open up the door and let hubby in as I believed he must be anxious waiting outside. And when he saw Ian’s bandage, he grimaced. We spent the whole day in hospital, and had our insurance claim rejected twice. Yes, ING is very inconsiderate and as much as I wanted to tell them to go eat shit/suck cock, I don’t think I can (Ian, please forgive mommy’s foul language here). Apparently they insisted that circumcision is parental decision, is an elective, and in Ian’s case is congenital although the doctor had confirmed it twice in his report that it wasn’t. So a snip of Ian’s foreskin cost us 2k+. Tsk tsk…

Anyway, to cut long story short, he cried each time he pees as I think the stitches hurt. :( We tried to make him comfortable and let the wound air dry while in the hospital, but when he sleeps at night, we need to cover him up loosely in a diaper. It is a bit tricky taking care of a circumcised baby as opposed to a circumcised toddler because babies don’t know how to tell when they want to pee, so we can’t air dry their wound at all time. :(

I think Ian is aware of the pain if he moves around so much, because yesterday night while he was sleeping, he nary made a move. His legs were also straight while he slept on his back. Normally, he will turn left and right, move in a clockwork circles and changed positions so many times. I wish my son a speedy recovery. The only consolation today, I think maybe the pain subsided although it is still there because he still cries when he pees. But he can also smile and goof around when we played with him. Thank god!

Oh ya, on a high note, those nurses loved him. haha.. cos he’s so cute and so kuai when he was admitted. And each time they called him, he smiled happily. Bet the boy’s a ladies’ man when he grows up! Haha! Nevertheless, I loved him so much! And I am against circumcision of babies, especially when it isn’t medically necessary. I honestly wonder how can those parents go thru with it, citing hygiene as a main purpose to circumcise their babies. In case any of you wonder why we circumcise Ian, well it was because it’s medically necessary. He has been having trouble peeing, and doctors suspected it’s because his foreskin seems sealed together, leaving a tiny hole for urination. Hence he needs to strain each time he pees.

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Apr
14

Where were you, when everything was falling apart.
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad.

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

But in the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who’s ever known
Who I am, who I’m not and who I wanna to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

The early morning, the city breaks
And I’ve been calling for years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, Where were you? Where were you?

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

Why’d you have to wait, to find me, to find me?

I read on the internet, that it’s about a man who committed suicide, found God and later interrogates him – quoted from a random blogger.

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Apr
09

There was this heart wrenching news a few weeks back, about the passing of a friend’s newborn baby girl. I did not know what to say or how to react when I heard about the news. I can’t recall, but I think the baby is not even 2 months old. Got a message thru facebook from a mutual friend who related the incident to all of us (schoolmates). Apparently baby was admitted for diarrhea, and then passed away due to severe infection. What happened in between, no one knows and nobody could get any details from the said friend. The last thread was someone else saying she got admitted due to severe gastroenteritis and dehydration. :(

I could only imagine the sense of loss and utmost pain the mother (my friend) are going through right now, and it would not be a surprise if she is depressed. She did not reply most of our text messages, and I guess are still going through the whole ordeal of shock -> acceptance -> probably anger at a later stage. :(

I honestly hope she will recover from this, and somehow things will be better for her later on. Pray for the baby to rest in peace, and the mother to be well enough and not traumatized.

I remember that whenever Ian is unwell, I would be dead worried and can’t concentrate at work. I can’t take it if anything were to happen to him, and I can still remember exactly how disturbed I was the time when he was down with fever for 2 days, with no appetite to eat, and was weak all over. It made me very sad; it’s like someone took my heart out and squeezed it real hard. On another occasion, I got teary eyed when I was cuddling him on the way to clinic when he vomited. :( Conclusion, it breaks a mother’s heart whenever something happened to her little one, and in my friends case, losing her newborn, I think it’s like someone punched a hole in her heart. So let us all be thankful and appreciate the ones around us more, showing love and care. You never know when God loves them more than you, and decided to take him/her away from you.

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