Happy Mother's Day

Hope you guys had a wonderful Mother's Day. Can't wait for the boys to grow big enough to understand Mother's Day so that they can throw a tea party for me or something. Hee hee.

Eurgh Monday tomorrow. Work piling up.

Notes from sore limbs.

• My eldest baby turned 4 recently!!! Such a beautiful soul this boy.
• I pretty much cut down on my twitter time since the GE13 (or weeks leading to the big day) because, okay, I get it, everyone has something to say. It's your platform to voice out your opinion and disgruntlement (shit is this even a word*). These days tumblr is my new friend because there's no politics there, only a disgruntled teenager (my niece), kpop stuff and fitness inspirations. Ha! Ha! 
  
• Glad that the weekend is almost here. Road trip to Raub tomorrow. I heard nasi hujan panas and ayam masak merah will be waiting. Can't wait.


• Session 5 & 6 with Master Pok were good. We've gone full cardio although lifting weights made me want to cry a little. I need to cut down on cursing though. Can't help it! 


• Mother's Day this weekend. Can't wait to see my pretty Mama.

You know, when life gives you lemons, just cut a few slices and drown them in warm water and drink! Especially in the morning. Good for digestion, boost immune system, balances PH levels, clears skin, freshens breathe etc!

Have a good weekend.

a stop.

I've stopped following 'plus size' instagrams, blogs or shopping websites. I need to stop feeding my delusion into thinking that I am plus-sized, when I'm actually not. All I need is to get fitter and eat healthier. Oh yes.

Weekend movie

Saw The Impossible today (heavy load laundry that needs to be folded always require a good movie to go with it). Think I cried 4 times throughout the movie! Can't imagine the trauma those survivors have to go through! :(

Long week ahead. Changes are happening within the organization and although I am spared (through word of mouth) I can't help but feel a bit sad that some of us might not be reporting to the same boss anymore.

Master Pok is on leave tomorrow! Small curses. Now have to unhinge my limbs and do my own workout until I see him again on Wednesday. Blah.

Round 4

Oh I'm sorry I'm just gonna update my progress here. Besides, don't you wanna see my before and after pic by the end of the year? *fingers crossed*

Friday's training was a bit easy. Wait, I should never say easy out loud. It will bite me in the butt sooner or later. I went to the gym nearby my office during lunchtime just to test my legs (they were fine, the dull aches were finally replacing the soreness) and braced the Friday traffic for my appointment with Master Pok.

Eh, I digress lah. Yesterday I walked on the treadmill for 8 mins (it's usually 10 mins, thank you MP) and he said we need to work on my arms. Ohkay, I hope it doesn't involve the dreaded weigh ball. Did squats with kettle ball, some liftings, hmmm and more liftings. Blek. Since my husband told him that I've been feeling down lately, Master Pok been encouraging by saying "CONTROL FOOOOOOOOD" and "no pain no gain". Dude, nobody uses "no pain no gain" anymore. That is sooooo the 80s! Sometimes I feel I can just kungfu kick my trainer. I could, I'm paying him good money what.

Aaaaand because I didn't feel so sore today, I tried Les Mills BodyStep in the morning. I'm a disgrace to myself! My coordination is terrible, and oh those steps made me feel like my knees will pop man! Talk about pushing myself over the limit. I think I should just stick to dancing like Zumba or BodyJam like the makcik2 in the gym. -___-

Okay time for bed. Happy voting tomorrow (you'll never see me talk publicly about politics ever, that's just not my forte) and VOTE GYM FOR LIFE.

Bye!

:)

Feeling much better today. So I miscalculated the weight I've lost so far. I know, I can't even do a simple Maths.

Weekend is almost here!

(Photo by Himchan BAP. I haven't been taking photos lately except of me and Rumi making faces)

Just one of those days

Wish I could wax lyrical about what I'm feeling right now but I can't. There is no dull aches in my joints because I am still unable to walk properly after last Tuesday's torture session. :/

I'm probably gonna look back on this post weeks later and think god Nate, you're such a wuss.

But I want to wallow in self pity as a wuss right now.

(image from tumblr)

Round 3

Crazy workout last night. Squats, push-ups, brisk walking moved up to walk-fast-but-try-not-to-fall-off-the-treadmill, planking, steps, ball passing while squatting, wah wah wah no mercy betul Master Pok now eh. I will never give up, although most of the time I'll be begging him to let me stop and catch my breath. I think he knows it too that I won't give up. I hate to disappoint him and most of all I don't want to disappoint myself (and my husband who has so much faith in me). The triumph lies in the high-five that I get from my trainer at the end of every session that signifies hey, I've made it for this round.

[gym posts will be labeled "sore today sexy tomorrow" from now on. Ah the stuff you get from Facebook!]

This is an article written by an ex-uni mate who lost so much weight. An inspiration indeed.
The amazing race.
And another one from a blogger's guest post: Weight loss story.

Also, I've signed up for my company's The Biggest Loser Challenge! First weigh-in will be tomorrow. It will run for 2 months so yeah! Let's do this!

Round 2

"Today is the most tiring session ever" I said to Master Pok.
"But you've only had 2 official sessions with me", he said.

-_-

Dying, surviving, dying, surviving, I just want to be a better person.

monday

Trying to be productive on a monday. But nah, not gonna happen.

Hotodogu

My husband, the reigning food connoisseur took me to Cyberjaya because he said "you must try this Korean food it's really nice". Okay buster, here's the lowdown:
a. Hotodogu is Japanese, not Korean.
b. I don't like Korean food.
Hehe.

If you're in Cyberjaya, head over to Shaftsbury Square (god the cheesiness of the name of this place! Shaft?! Really?!) and check out Hotodogu. They specialize in hotdogs (duh) but they have rice burgers, and the hotdogs and chickens have a savory taste of seaweed, kimchi and mayonaise. Nice.

a: P2-18 Shaftsbury Square, Persiaran Multimedia, Cyber 6, Cyberjaya
t: 03-8325 1018

Now on to a new special segment, gym updates! (I can see I-d0 rolling her eyes already)
So I've signed a 20-sessions training regime with Master Pok. Fun times! Right. I just hope he doesn't kill me in the process. My arm is killing me right now. And my calves are aching. This better be worth the money man.
Oh don't tell him I had nasi lemak for breakfast okay. Ngee.

Not now.

I've been asked to forgive.

Gym day 1

Of course I bought donuts after my first gym session. Nearly died on the treadmill. Master Pok, the unassuming personal trainer said that I have the metabolism of a 61 year old. Not that I would refute that.

If I have power of focus to pretend that the donut shop in front of the gym doesn't exist, I also need to focus on the Elle shop right across it. I will fit into that nice fuchsia dress oh yes. Which means I need to lose some weight before the season ends. Oh cry.

In case you're wondering if this space is gonna change into a health-conscious freak blog, fret not. I still love my food. I had Peruvian chicken for 2 days in a week. Come on!

Flying to KB tomorrow where the foodie in me will run amok. I promise I'll hit the gym to kill all those Kelate calories next week. :)

Weekend is here.

What a day!
Hitting the gym for the first time ever tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Royal Post coffee

Maybe I'm only in love with the idea of this new coffee joint but not the coffee itself.

I'm like an Eskimo buying an igloo! You can try sell to me anything! Heh.

 

p/s: The latte taste a bit weird, which is probably why I came back the next day for a second try. Doesn't taste like your typical latte. But the coffee makes my tummy grumble. Guess I'll make my own coffee tomorrow.

 

 

let go.

My mind is drawing blank right now but I’m taking a break from my awards submissions. April is here and there are 2 main agenda that requires immediate attention for May: Japan trip and the boys’ birthday party. The former will be the last trip and the latter will be the first party so we are gonna try to make the best out of them.

 

For this month, I’m flying back to KB for a day-trip after all this Sunday. Not really looking forward to it (now this is a first!). I just pray that everything will turn out alright. Sign the damn documents, and let go.

 

On a positive note, I hope I can stuff my face with Kelantanese food as much as possible (did you know I joined the gym. That, in another post later my friend); pay a visit to the cemetery; shop a little; visit my foster dad and adios!

 

“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”

― Rumi

your life or mine.

I think I've offended a filmmaker because I indirectly told him (through my husband) that his movie is not selling because I don't see any promo done. Of course he was quick to retort this allegation because I think they've spent millions making the movie and more millions on advertisement. Come on, I was being honest and I was just commenting as a lady on the street. I could be wrong about the movie promotions, I'm probably reading the wrong newspapers, watching the wrong channels, listening to the wrong radio stations to even notice the movie promo (also I only watch KBS/OneHD most of the time…). Felt bad about it because I didn't mean to offend him that way.

 

Then my estranged bestfriend from uni is offended with me because his miniscule effort to get us talking again is down the drain only because I forgot to reply his message. Goodness. We are gonna grow old constantly bitter and emotional I'm telling you. After all that we've been through I don't even remember how we fell apart (God now I sound like a sad love song). So I put aside my ego (or whatever left of it) and apologized. Let's meet.

 

And now I am offended because my money-hungry of a stepbrother is pestering me to fly to KB to sign some documents so that he can get his portion as soon as possible. That bastard. Honestly I can't wait to close this episode of my life. The money of the dead can only bring tears and unhappiness.

 

The circle of life. Hope you had a better week.

 

Friday humor

Ame ran over a monkey today and I lol-ed at her whatsapp. Sorry to hear about the monkey but I'm sorrier that her monkey emoticons will face extinction faster than I thought.

Bwahaha.

Whistle Thistle

So much for wanting to write a hotel review! Alas, not enough photos. Fail.
I took no photos of the hotel except for the pool and my kids goofing around in the kids playroom! *slaps head*

Anyway, by some stroke of bad luck and silver lining we booked a room for 2 nights at Thistle PD. Didn’t even know they have a Thistle in PD but being an agoda.com web crawler it was our third best option after Avillion and Grand Lexis. We paid about 800 bucks (not sure if that’s a good deal) but I needed a mini holiday with my family so belasah je lah.

Well I’m glad we stayed there because (this is where laziness kicks in and I start writing in pointers):
· Kids-centric hotel with a clown waiting at the lobby! Note to self, Rumi hates clowns. For a zombie-lovin kid, this is kinda weird of him haha
· Massive swimming pool with 3 kiddie pools
· It’s at the Teluk Kemang side, which means we get to avoid the crazy traffic in PD itself
· Good food. We didn’t try the buffet/breakfast but we did order in. The burger and club sandwich are delicious!
· Room is spacious

My only gripe is that the room lighting kinda sucks. It’s too dim! I’m so used to having bedside lamps on both side of the bed.

[I just remembered I need to get myself a bedside table stat]

My husband googled what to eat in PD and we’re glad we didn’t experience anything bad so yay for that. I still dread dining out with the boys but that was compensated with a patient husband who is willing to look after kids while the wife stuff her face with food. Hehe.

Next holiday? Kelik Kelate jom.

If there's one thing to describe the ostrich farm in Port Dickson: sad. Actually, I said "pathetic" on that day. The thing about animal farms and zoos in Malaysia is that you can't help but feel sorry for the animals. At the farm, there was a camel - DYING - the poor thing couldn't even get up! I swear I saw tears. Thank god the boys were not paying attention (because they saw smelly donkeys) but I think I am scarred for life. :(

Thank god for dinosaurs and crazy rabbits to make up for everything. Well, almost.

Hey 36.

4 more years til I hit the big 40. A good reminder to live life to the fullest, within our means. I don't think we need birthdays or New Years to change, as long as we keep in mind to break the bad habits and learn to improve.

Oh fuck it, I still can't sound like a 36 year old no matter how hard I try hehe. So here's to a wonderful life!

Nate, who is fond of side-profile photos.

phew

Think my heart dropped seeing some weird coding on this blog. Turns out my super useless yahoo email sent out few emails of its own including this blog's remote email address. Hoi!

Got my early birthday present today. Syncing it now! I can pass my archaic iPod Touch to Emre and no more fighting over the iPad with Abang! The Mini is all mine mine mine.

Thank you Ayah! Me love you long taim.

hey children.

Am I the only mother who look back at my kids' old photos and laugh at them?

 

Found a photo of Rumi with a cat. Emre does the same now too! Hish. Except Emre goes to the extreme by pulling the cat's tail and dragging it into the elevator because he thinks the cat belong to us. *face palm*

That of course after he's done kissing and wrestling with the (now) traumatized cat. HELLO BUDAK KECIK YOU HAVE SENSITIVE SKIN!

 

But so far so good lah. I let them roll on the ground, jump puddles, hug animals or trees etc. So thankful that they hardly get sick anymore so everything is a-okay.

 

Okay few more hours to go before I head home to see the birthday boy!

Sent from my funky device. Touch the sky!

Imaan Emre is 2

Happy birthday my little man.

read-lah.

I know I keep saying I'm gonna start reading again every single year but looks like this is the year after all! I guess these days I read books that I buy on impulse and I like reading brand new books. Pffth, I know, but hey at least it got me reading again! Then my friend, FA, said that she's gonna lend me 'some' books. Didn't know that 'some' books means 3 bags of books! So my reading supply is all set for the rest of the year.

How do you find time to read?

I don't. With 2 kids, you simply have to make the time. In between internet time, fighting zombies, doing laundry, wrestling with the boys etc. If you're hooked on a good read, you'll find yourself picking up that book whenever possible. Except when driving. Heh. At work, I tend to read when I'm sick of work (which is pretty often these days – pre-bonus mode) or during lunchtime. After or before my afternoon nap that is.

Be gone, internet! You are terrible.

I'm feeling kinda wretched today. Why are women so helpless at fighting our hormonal imbalances? 'Girl on Fire' was on radio this morning and I wanted to scream you're a liar Alicia Keys! You don't know anything about my suffering! I can't fly away from my catastrophe! You can't either! When we're PMS-ing it's a different kind of fire altogether!

Ok I'll shut up now. I'm gonna listen to some K music because B2ST is out with a killer song for Iris 2 and music from Primary and the Messengers heal everything. Well, almost.

Let's eat.

only 5 days more

I managed to clear our wardrobe over the weekends yay! well kind of. it looks tidier now but I have a whole bunch of clothes-that-I-dont-know-if-I-should-donate-or-keep in the big basket. So the battle is half-way over. Hee hee.

 

New week but I'm already singing 'here's to a freaky weekend, I'll drink to that'. Looking forward to a short getaway with the family.

Cutting down internet time

"Everyone lives life through a screen now," Zihan, Basement in City blog.

Just a thought

Some people just refuse to learn from other people's tragedies. Parents, don't ever leave your kids unattended in the car. Even if you need to make a quick dash to the ATM. A silly mistake may cause a lifetime of regret. Always keep an eye on your children.

I hate to preach. I am imagining that if that woman's kids get kidnapped I would never forgive myself for not telling her off for leaving her kids in the car.

No more sad March

I used to call the month of march - sad March.

But that is no more! Live life to the fullest tally-ho and all that. Ok reasons to be happy, March time:
1. Birthday month
2. Bonus month
3. Husband has revealed what he's getting for me and it is a gadget!
4. Imaan Emre turning 2. That child walks
with a ray of sunshine I tell you.

I haven't decided what to get for myself. I suppose we'll have to see what's my bonus like this year. Can't wait. :)

(I have Daniel Henney on my table oh glee)

Hey Baba

He would have been 69 today. I can't seem to imagine what would a 69 year old man be like. Cranky? At ease? Cares more about the grandkids than me?

Anddddd just like any other grieving posts I can't seem to write things down.

==

Hope you are resting well Baba. I think my boys inherited your stubborness. I love you always.

Amy.

Work is work is work

Probably just one of those weeks. Feeling unmotivated at work. Should I be worried? "One of those days" is normal but "one of those weeks"? That's a first.

Hopefully this is just a phase. I normally don't let what my superior complain about me (especially when it is uncalled for) get to me but the current workload is not helping me at all.

Jack of all trades, master of nothing. Hate it.

The boys

Everytime the boys misbehave in public I tell myself "the next time we go out again is when they're 15!"

They never listen. They wriggle themselves out of my grasp when I hold them. Emre would resort to biting me. Rumi would go all dramatic, roll on the floor and tell me he doesn't love me.

But all it takes is patience. Because when we go home Rumi would fall asleep with his face tucked under my neck. Emre, in his weird diction would tell me he loves me even if his bite marks are starting to hurt a little.

Everyday I tell myself I'm so blessed to have them. Life is too short to be angry at them all the time.

Ahh that sinking feeling when you realize you're back to square one when you can't share your workload with other (new) colleagues. Only consolation is that my jobscope is a specialized portfolio. wuhhuu.

Bad news? I can't get a decent day off without thinking about my deadlines.

Oh well, work is work is work. I'm just going to chill with my boys tomorrow. A day off on a Friday oh yeah!

I took a picture with my brother yesterday. I can't really remember the last time I smiled for the camera with him. Maybe it was on my wedding day.

Most of the time he frustrates me, where is your direction in life? How much money do you have in your savings account right now? What are your plans for the future?

 

I dont blame him. Growing up, he's always been protected by our Queen Mother and to this day, their stories together of how he took care of my grandmother till her last breath continues to warm my heart. By the time Mok passed away after my father, he was a lost kid trapped in a man's body. We decided that he should move to KL and start over and until today, I still find myself worrying about him.

 

We have never been close. Him, being lampooned in Kota Bharu and me in KL, I just couldn't really connect with him. I guess the past few years since his move I've been trying to mend everything. Not a daunting task except both of us are the quite types, so you can imagine the dramatic pauses and the sound of crickets throughout our meals together! But now I take pride in nagging him. I'm not too concerned about his personal life, boy can try to mend his broken heart for as long as he wants but when it comes to his savings, I'm on full mak nenek mode. I'm thankful that he is not the rebellious type, I mean we started pretty late on his savings, but he's been saving diligently for the past few years. I should know, I've been keeping the money for him!

 

My prayer for Aiman is that one day he will grab life by its horns and soar like the wind. I want him to find a better job, a nicer girlfriend etc. but he should do it on his own accord. Ganbatte!

 

And oh, Happy Valentine's Day. Spread the love.

Wordless Wednesday

Bagan Lalang lulz

Well we went to Bagan Lalang yesterday (Monday) and all I took was the photo of this tiger! The last time we were here was probably 5 years back, when R wanted to introduce me to his bestfriends. Talk about being nervous. The seafood was good (still good) and the funniest thing from that trip was how we got stopped at a road block. Why? Because I was faking an expression of being kidnapped. So kudos to the cops for being suspicious about us but R was a nervous wreck! Hee hee. And I thought I couldn't act.

2 kids later, we're back at the same place but this time around to check out the beach. As expected, the beach was dirty, the water was murky but I think the kids enjoyed themselves. Rumi was immediately drawn to the sand, and Emre took a nose-dive into the water. That kid knows no fear I tell you.

A mild annoyance is that we couldn't find fresh water to wash ourselves (I guess most of them at the beach were staying at the hotels/motels/chalets nearby) but thank god the seafood restaurant had a clean restroom (but not an hour later, when people started flocking the resto like bees). No food photos either, because Emre was quite cranky -- I would too, if I had sand in my wet diaper!

Looking forward to more beach trips but I think I should consider getting a sandbox for the boys for now. Less stress for us. :)

Hope you guys will have a good Chinese New Year. Off to collect some ang pows!

Just realized that my posts are pretty angst-y lately. Stop it!

Got myself a new phone today. Yeah, big deal I know. But I paid in cash! I am totally winning at life. Well, kind of. :)

(photo stolen from my husband's instagram)

(old photo. can't you tell i've been missing Japan?)

 

Feeling much better after a chat with my sister from another parents last night. Well, we chatted, via whatsapp that is. She reminded me that we have known each other for 17 years. That girl can surely read me like a literature book begging to be read over and over again.

 

You know what they say, you can choose your friends but not your family. Depressed as I might about the current state of my family right now I need to move forward. I shouldn't wallow in this self-pity (pms-ing is also not helping) because I did what I had to do, and I'm not the one at fault here. I need to let these feelings go. I'm not 15 anymore. I'll be 36 this year. Long gone the days of being the sister/daughter who needs my family's approval. I have my own family now. I am just sad that it turned out this way. All I can do right now is concentrate on my mother and my other siblings, who may not need me as much as well. c'est la vie!

 

All I wish right now is for you to stop dangling religion in my face when you have done the worst.

 

Man, I need a holiday.

So my husband the hipster writer took me to Mukha at TTDI yesterday. I, the retired hipster social butterfly (tsk) don't normally fancy restaurants with misplaced furnitures (I know the we-don't-really-have-a-theme-for-our-resto is supposed to be an in-thing at the mo) but we were meeting some friends so okay-lah. Had meatballs kofta with Arab bread. Hmm it was okay. Thought the gravy should be slightly thicker but I was blown away with their chocolate mousse cake and caramel latte. I think their menu is priced reasonably too, which is definitely a pull-factor especially in the middle of the month.

Honestly I'm getting sick of Ben's and their blah service. They just opened another at BSC, the place is huge mind you, but the service is much left to be desired. Sigh. I mean, how hard is it to call a waiter when they are grouped at the counter doing god knows what?! And oh, if you're thinking of checking out Cafe Barbera, go to the one in Bangsar. The one at Sunway Pyramid is pretty meh. I get fresher prawns in my olio over at the one in Bangsar.

To side track, I made murtabak maggi for my siblings in K-city and they said it was quite good. Yay! I think moving forward everytime I see them on Saturday I'll cook something for them. Hardly cook at home these days considering my husband is on a strict diet and I haven't had rice for 2 months. Oooh that reminds me, I'm supposed to weigh in tomorrow! I doubt I have lost much weight, but I do feel slightly lighter. I love how my mind continues to deceive me into thinking that I am thin. Hmm.

Rumi finally get to see the life-size ship at Sunway Pyramid. He was speechless. I think he couldn't believe that big ships do exist. :)

The weekend is near. I just need to hold on a little longer.

The ravioli I had at Uno! (previously known as Pizza Uno) was so good I completely forgot to snap a photo! Typical food porn-ist. Now that my appetite is back, I think I'm constantly hungry. Goodness. Food ain't cheap these days, but I do love my Italian food.

Boss is on leave tomorrow, so I'm supposed to cover for her. I should be sleeping now, but I'm online with too many things to write. But none of them is coming out. My relationship with one of my siblings is on the rocks and I miss her terribly. It's not the ego that is stopping me from communicating with her (I miss her kids the most) but my heart is broken and I've never felt this betrayed by her before. But I guess you can't choose your family like how you can choose your friends. Eventually we'll talk again, when the time is right.

Life is too short to be angry all the time.

This is awful. Another wonderful colleague over at the big giant head office is leaving. And I'm stuck with drama queens.

On a brighter note, she's moving to Hong Kong. Maybe my dream to visit HK will happen after all...

 

 

wordless wednesday

It's Tuesday today and I'm recovering from a gas pain - gastric - diarrhea of some sort from Sunday's dinner. I'm still feeling lethargic today and I don't know how I managed to drive to work without falling asleep behind the wheel. Had departmental lunch at Victoria Station which I barely touch, and now I'm just counting the hours to go home. Maybe another round of sleep tonight will help. I really need to kill this fatigue.

 

On a happier note, Rumi this morning, in his sleep, smiled at me and said "I love you".

Best feeling in the world.

Welcome 2013

Happy New Year.

happy feet

They grow up so fast.

Catching up on my reading at work. Went to Ikano for lunch. Didn't even bat at eye at Habib Jewels. Instead I dropped by Metrojaya and got myself a necklace from the Denni brand at only 68 bucks. So proud of myself. I would probably put it away after a week but hey! I managed to save 1.5k today!

DV Ristorante Pizzeria

What time is it? Time for a restaurant review! Boss was feeling upbeat last Friday - probably because her birthday is coming up, our KPI session went well or maybe because it's been a while since our last department lunch. But boss being boss, she decided on DV Ristorante Pizzeria at Damansara Heights. I wanted to check out La Carretas but she said no. Pffth. But I don't really mind. First, I never say no to free food. Second, I love Italian food!

I guess this place is pretty new coz the last time I went to Decanter there was still some renovation going on. Again, boss being boss, she decided on what to order. We had fried squid for starter (it's calamari, stay classy Nate), three types of pizza and some delicious eggplant dish that I gobbled in 2 minutes (pictured twice here - hehe). Everything she ordered were pretty good, except one pizza that I didn't bother to try because it was some 3-cheese pizza with salty anchovie on every slice. YUCK. But it was fun watching my colleagues trying to finish the damn thing. Ha! Ha!

Thought my Shirley Temple was kinda bland (best one I had was at Basil BV1) and my latte wasn't that great either. So no points there. But yeah, give it a shot. Would love to try their pasta though. Still can't believe we didn't get to pick what to eat. Sigh.

So that's that. So you know what's the most annoying thing about being the office/family photog? NOT A SINGLE GOOD PHOTO OF MYSELF. Oh well. I can't win at everything. Besides, I have this huge zit on my nose. Last I checked I'm still 35. Not 15.

Gonna try make chicken wraps tomorrow. And oh, in case you wanna check out DV, here's the add: DV Ristorante Pizzeria,77 Jalan Setiabakti, Bukit Damansara, Kuala Lumpur. (same row as Decanter, the one with Secret Recipe). Tel: 03-2098-2001

Merry Christmas!

Ok the thrifty inner self has spoken. No jewellery for me, I don't need it.

 

(ok ask me again next week after Christmas)

Award submission sent to Hong Kong successfully on the 17th and now I can finally breathe easy. It's in God's hands now, or maybe the Hongkies that I deal with on a yearly basis. I'm finalizing my KPI tomorrow (should have done it today when the empress was in a good mood but I wanted to leave early for a semi-date night with the hubs) and some Japanese translation due then I'm set for the weekend.

Saw something that I like at Habib Jewel today. Gonna sleep on it and see if I still want it by end of the month (because by the Valar, everything is on sale at 50% at Habib right now). As I'm typing this I just remembered that I'm in a bad need of a bedside table. The mountains of books won't read themselves. Drats.

I rather stay at home with my beautiful mess than be at work.

Note on pic: Not my home; my kids don't play masak-masak.

3 days without rice so far. It's manageable for now, and I haven't been substituting rice with additional food. Felt weak in the knees on the first day, but I'm feeling better now. Last weekend I declared to my husband that December will be called Recember, or Ricember = NO RICE MONTH. We'll see how it'll pan out.