What an awesome month (Part 2)

Meeting up with my diehard college friends was one of the highlights of September for me. Haven't seen each other for more than a year, well... Ever since my wedding... These people are the friends I chose as family. These are the group of people who will still be there, even when I screwed up a thousand times. Not that I screw up a thousand times. Some things, you just know. Indeed, they are the best of best friends!

Too many pictures especially when you meet with diehard camwhores experts. So, I had to compile most of them into collages. -__- 

HotJ, my maid of honour. Pretty little thing. I hate her and her hot body. Haha! But you know I love you! Also with HotMumJ - together we were used to known as Le 301/3 members, the notoriously famous room, where all the bad-yet-cool-stunts-you-wanna-do-but-have-no-guts-to-do kind of things happened. So many things have gone down that room (namely vomit and more, pity you - cheap Ikea sofa) and countless thani poker sessions and embarrassing incidents - one that especially stood out in mind was the face-sitting one. Haha. Face-sitting! Literally!!! HotJ was my go-to guru babe for cosmetic tricks, abs exercises and everything beauty under-the-sun. HotMumJ is your regular trophy wife and her hubby - MrPlasticMan. Haha, they are like the Brangelina. So annoyingly pretty. Hehe.

Our glorious sushi escapade. Japanese for lunch. I can never get enough of these! Also omega 3 fatty acids are awesome for nursing. Mine on the left and Dear Hubby's on right. 

Ya, HotMumJ didn't look pregnant one bit! How envious! Stupid MrDiva even said, I look more pregnant than her! FML! Baby Maya stole the centre of attention from Mummy, but I didn't mind! I just loved the fact that everybody loved her! And everybody said that she looked absolutely adorable, even more so in real life. Then I happily gloated and feel damn freaking proud of myself! Haha! 

It is a blessing of old friends that you can afford to be stupid around them. HotMumJ gave birth to a beautiful BabyMyra earlier this week. AND still, she didn't look pregnant or postpreggie at all! FML! Glowing in her pregnancy, I DID look more pregnant than her. Stupid MrDiva, you HAD to point it out, didn't you? Well, HotMumJ is memang skinny with chicken feet pre-pregnant. Oh well...

They called us the "Three Mousekeeteers" for obvious reasons. We bring havoc and chaos, jokes and sarcasm, fun and delight to the table. MrDiva, such the typical diva king - a LOUD, metrosexual self-absorbing, extraordinarily kia su, and yet one of the most loyal friend you can ever find. Asstastic as you can get! Gorgeous man (was forced to include this at a knife's point). Lololol. I hate his hot tight abs pictures spamming my FB page. Haha! We share the same evil wicked sense of humour, mainly and mostly at the expense of MissSunshine, soon to be MrsIronFreePants. Teasing MissSunshine has gradually evolved into a habit of a lifetime. *teeheee*

MissSunshine is the rarest of all bred - the girl-next-door, so explicitly pleasant, bright, kind hearted and crazy nice to everybody as thus, also posed as the perfect target for the bully us 'cause she is also the super blur queen. She is seldom angry when we made fun of her. Okay, fine. Maybe she minds and we didn't listen. Haha! "Mai ochki" incident at the metro was the classic tale - the sweet innocent girl unsuspectingly thinking she was returning a pair of glasses to a stranger was unjustifiedly accused of stealing, all because of me. Hahahaha!!! She is also the one who introduced to me VEGETABLE. Haha! Something that I would never forget. That, and bleeding gums (long story) and axe on the head (longer story)... 

With TheIncredibleMum and her SuperMan2 (one year one kid - crazy! Use protection eh you two!!!) and also SassyPrissy (recently married. Enjoy your honeymoon years before embarking on parenthood! Because, once you are in, there is NO turning back and you are grounded for the next eighteen years!)

The Snake zodiac babies! HotMumJ's princess is due to join in the picture! I can already imagine a loud fun-filled vacations that we are going to have in the future! Look at Baby Maya's expression!!! Million dollar expression - "Mummy, help me! This boy who kept cock-staring Uncle MrDiva the whole night, now wanna hug me!"

I can't help but feel that this image reminds me of a scene from Sex&TheCity The Movie 2 when all of them gather and share a simple meal with all their loved ones. Laughing and just having a great time, being one and another. MrDiva is obviously Samantha alike. MissSunshine is so Charlotte. TheIncredibleMum is the stingy (haha) version of Miranda. I am Carrie!!! *raising hand enthusiastically* But, Carrie is childless. Alright, SassyPrissy can be Carrie Number2 *hehehehe*

Selfie of the night! 

Thanks for such a lovely engaging time!

What a lovely month for gathering!!!

What an awesome month! (Part 1)

Such a memorable September I had! Exhaustingly tiring but so satisfying! I seriously feel like I'm functioning purely via adrenaline pump. And am certainly glad that mine worked up a miracle! Otherwise I wouldn't have accomplished these much!

Bursting social calender, meeting up old friends and family gathering - and I'm feeling the groove back to my own bubbly self again. Ulalla.... (Yes, it's time to admit that I have been a little antisocial post delivery).

*crack neck

*crack fingers knuckles 

*start typing motion

Flew again to KL last Wednesday.

I have lost count on how many times Baby Maya flew. Haha. Lucky baby! My virgin first time flying experience was when I turned 16, honestly! But it is not like she would remember all these times...

"Look Mummy! My cute strawberry socks!!" Magically disappeared... Imagine I had to squeeze around the small congested space to look for her sock, meraba-raba around... which she then happily tugged on again! -__- Her newfound stunt she likes to engage in the past couple of weeks! 

This trip was for Basic Ophthalmic Microsurgery Course in Hospital Selayang. We stayed at a budget hotel - Sky Hotel Selayang which is super near (directly opposite the hospital, seriously just cross a pedestrian flyover) and super cheap (online promotion, only RM75 per night) and super convenient as I needed to "send" my milk to baby Maya. Of course, I also prefer the comfort of EBM-ing at own hotel room instead of cramping and hiding in the toilet (running the risk of being walked in again!), this hotel was the perfect place!

It was not too shabby either! Way past my expectation! I initially felt like it is a hookers' hideout place, nestled in a shopping mall. Hehe paiseh..... How really you shouldn't judge on merely outward appearance! Clean and tidy.. Proper... Not dodgy at all... King size bed with Aussino linen and towel with toiletries. Hot shower, kettle, hair dryer (although I brought my own - I never leave the house without my dryer. You have higher chance of catching me naked on the streets than having haggard limp lifeless hair. Indeed!) and plasma TV. Sufficient for a comfortable stay. So for those who have meetings or seminars or courses in Hospital Selayang, or need a close place for the night while visiting a sick relative - I would suggest this Sky Hotel Selayang!

The housekeeper fondly put Baby Maya's BumbleBee there. How heartwarming when I walked in the room and saw this small yet sweet gesture!

And so I went for my two-day course. Very worthwhile! The lectures on microsurgery sutures and basic principles focusing on basic ophthalmic procedures were very helpful to me! Alot of hands-on practise and the best part was the supervision. I realised then the importance of my wrist control to aid better in my microsurgical suturing. I'm so thankful that the supervisor picked up on my mistakes! You know, many times you are so used to doing the same thing over and over and you don't realised that you are doing it wrong because no one told you so or you are so used to doing that way you think it's the correct way after time. Get me? Anyhow, thank you thank you! Now at least I know where I have to improve further. 

*happy and grateful

*ulalla....

Lectures lectures and then practical session. First with a tomato to practise suturing and can opener capsulotomy. Then moving onto an eyeball!!! A REAL ONE!

Full of concentration! We get to practise on goat's eyeball. Your sacrifice will help me save many people's vision, DearOldGoat. Lens delivered in a whole! Bravo me~~~Later on, I cut the cornea to perform T&S but forgot to take pictures of it - well, pretty horrible job I had done so no need to showcase. -__- Haha! 

Old colleagues back in Kuching. Chit chat gossip gossip as usual, as though we were still work together.. Just like old times when we were 'squatting' at HungHung... Hehe! Miss our lunch break hanging out sessions! God willing, we will work again together in the future, okay! Waiting for G2 and G1 (you know what I mean).. Haha..

Both of them in Master Year One already.  TiongKI performing vitrectomy - haha! Kidding la.. Nat happily 'can-opening' tomato... Actually both of them already expert ECCE!!! 

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Ulalla.... Finally after 16 years, we met again! Some friend is worth the time! She was my classmate and one of my close buddy when I was in primary school. She is now a mother to a two-year old and a medical officer in nephrology department Selayang. Fancy meeting up like this!!! So so delighted! Ulalla....

And once we started updating each other on our lives, off we go!!! It was like we were back once more in Standard 6 Dahlia! Like nothing had changed much.. The way she talks and walks, everything, still the same la... We talked and laughed till tears brimmed our eyes, at many of our inevitably embarrasing moments. Just a short 45 minutes catch-up during lunch break over a nice cup of ice lemon tea, we were immediately brought back to our fond childhood memories.. Namely our hilariously embarassing class drama play (Rapunzel was it?) and when we had our sleepover and showered together with another one of my old bestie. Clothes on! Haha! Yes, it was a threesome and it was awesome! Don't interpret it wrongly you sickos... *winks* Reminiscing the good old days, those were the days spent worry-free and burden-free~~~

*sigh contentedly.... 

Truth been told, I have lost most contacts with my primary AND secondary schoolmates. Lol! Even after promising (with crossed and double-crossed hearts) to stay in touch, keep in touch. Well... Life happened and like a runaway train, majority of us can only handle this much. Many of us busied ourselves with our daily errands and kept tied down with commitments. And while it is easy to be engrossed in our own lives, it's actually also very easy to just take that EXTRA SMALL step to come out of our nut shell and just have a drink, to update and to chat. Just pick up the phone and call or message or whatsapp or FB! A simple "your baby so cute" will do and it did!

Go on! Do it!

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At the punch of five, at the end of my course every day, Dear Hubby and I went and visit (and revisit) Ikea! (He went for three straight nights, I went two nights - yea crazy-married-people-with-baby-cannot go clubbing-kind-of-activities-nothing-else-better-to-do). For some pretty modern trendy contemporary cheap affordable furnitures...


I used to love hanging out in Ikea back in Cold Moscow for the Swedish food and I simply enjoyed strolling and checking out the showroom cases they beautifully set up. Then I would always happily played the interior designer in my mind... You know, like, next time when I got a house of my own, I wanna buy this thing and have that style and put in this colour and hang in this poster and complete it with that one. Well, we have one charming little luxury apartment of our own now and the style was elegant modern black and white metallic and smart kind of feel AND totally child-danger home with sharp corner coffee table, vases of (fake) flowers scattered around the house, pointy-looking decorative sticks (haha, yes! I have those). Everything was quite erm, delicate. So, we figured it was definitely the time to childproof our Kuching nest for our love - Baby Maya.

"Why keep bringing me to this same place!!! SO BORING la these two parents!" *haha*

Never will I get sick by this fabulous Swedish spread! Appetizing salted salmon + salad. I especially love my giant chunk of a salmon and the baked potatoes! Mushroom soup a little meh. Dear Hubby swore that that piece of beef rib was to die for! Cinnamon roll and deliriously delicious almond cake!

Day 2: Jom kaikai! (Same place lagi. Haha!). After another four long hours of shopping, we have sent off three big trolleys of furnitures to be delivered via sea cargo all the way to Kuching! Finally~~  Done shopping~~~ I bought a three drawer chest and a one-door closet (for myself) - because I want to extend my walk-in closet just a little bit more. *beaming* Also cupboard and mini table for Baby Maya's room. Shelves and tops for living room. 

Budget budget. If not, I would gladly change my whole kitchen too. The current one is too small now that Baby Maya's stuff already almost occupied ALL of the working space... Maybe a project for next year!

That's all for now! 

Stay tune for Part Two - friends and family gathering! Loads and lots of pictures coming soon!!!

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Crazy Pot

I have a “friend". The kind who will have sudden outburst of tears at the dinner table in a restaurant if her portion is less than perfect from others. The kind who will throw a tantrum at anyone, literally anyone – you, me, her current lover, her ex-lover, a passerby, or even MY lover (Dear Hubby at that time) when she feels the need to. The kind who gets emotionally petty over something entirely small and is not afraid to show it in public. The kind who smiles and laughs hysterically with you one minute but swiftly gets extremely steamed up and mad if someone mention something that gets on her nerve. The kind who doesn't have a filter in her brain or mouth. A little drama queen, a whole lot of wacky. Let’s call her CrazyPot here.

So, this CrazyPot “friend”, we haven’t been keeping in touch for ages. We hung out, occasionally, in the past. One particular incident where I recalled her head inside a toilet bowl and half-carried half-dragged out by the bouncers. True story. 

But, not exactly the friend I would call and cry my heart out if I have a fight with Dear Hubby. Not exactly the one I would complain to about anything or anyone. Not exactly the one who will know about my next favourite item (itemSSS haha) to purchase in my wishlist. Not exactly anyone in my emergency list of people, or my top ten contact list. Not exactly the people in my life.

Anyway......... one rather peculiar thing happened recently.

She made “attempt” to reconnect with a bunch of us. Which is good. But the bizarre thing was that she ‘made the first move’ and announced her "attempt" over a shoutout. Yes, a Facebook post and the tagged ones were supposed to PM her back. -__-

Eager to reconcile and reconnect? A simple “Hey how have you been doing all these while?” is enough. I speak for all the girls she tagged, when I say, all of us would be happy, and definitely not feeling forced, to indulge and update on our personal lives.

Isn’t it a much more appropriate first move? And much sincere.

Why must I PM her when I don’t feel the "guilty and sad" desire to? 

Why can't she message or whatapp us?

EPIC FAIL.

Digressing.... (The weird part has yet to come.....)

Heck, I do not connect with most of my friends on a daily basis. Nobody does la. Even my diehard faithful friends, friends who I consider brother and sisters – I do not see them for months and at times stretch to one year mark. We meet at each other’s weddings. Haha. Really.

The mere fact is that we are there for each other when it matters. All the times. They helped me prepared my wedding vows - well not exactly vows, just the promises I made Dear Hubby made at the wedding lolololol. They flew to my wedding dinners and gave their blessings. Even when one was heavily pregnant at that time and still she flew and attended my dinner. Even when I had my afterparty at a cheap dodgy karaoke cum pub in Sibu, they made their appearances. The preggie and her husband even joined and got high on sugar (Coca cola). For me, they made the effort. All of them.

All while this CrazyPot did not.

We had three wedding dinners (yeah I know!) and she attended none. 

If we were that much of a “friend”. You get what I mean.

She made a flimsy lame excuse of missing her flights. Knowing her, if she had really missed a flight, she would have made a big-ass fuss over the media (namely Facebook and what else not) and called the first thing the next day (not a couple weeks after) and she would have cried and cried that she missed her flight. 

Because she is THAT dramatic. 

And common sense told me - missing the flight was just an excuse. Simply disappointed. 

However, Dear Hubby and I just kept quiet, politely played along. 

Honestly… don’t RSVP la! Nevermind that now. I don't bother to know.

But then...... I am a nice person. Decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, keeping in touch is good. (Well.... after much considerations, to be honest). And I went and whatapp-ed her.

Retorted with “so happy all of you replied”.

Succumbed to her insincere ploy already. -__-

And came the breastfeeding talk. Which was okay. Many were curious. Everybody is always keen to know more about it and listen to the firsthand experience from their friends. It’s like helping them embrace the idea for their future journey when they are ready one day.

Then...... came the bizarre part.

She asked if Dear Hubby sucked my breast.

!!!!!!! Serious shit !!!!!!!!

WHAT!?!??? 

And when I answered (after I got over the shock and disbelief and reading and re-reading the message and composing myself on the other side of the phone) that he didn’t even dare to touch (I was trying the nonchalant approach, pretending like I wasn’t bothered by it), then she retaliated by saying she needed to work and bye.

Full stop. 

Nada.

So abrupt.

Just like that.

Huh??!!? WHAT!!??!

I was sooooo confused. Like... what the fuck just happened? *smacking my head

What?!?! Why so nonsensical asking if my husband sucks on my breast???

*slamming head

What a "guilty and sad" way to "catch up"....

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After ages of not talking, ALL she wanted to talk is about my breasts. -__-  

And who sucks it. -__- 

SERIOUSLY!

*banging head

I don’t understand. 

Why so strange wan???

Who would ask something like that out of the blue???

Who talks like that???

WTF!!!!!

Weirded out.

*hammering head

I don’t know to cry or laugh. FML.

Mainly...... These kinds of information are offered. Not asked or probed rudely. Especially when you haven’t been talking for awhile now. And especially especially when I never share my sexual experiences or private intimate details ever ever ever with her. How dare she.

The more I think about it, the more preposterous I feel. 

Why so odd! Why so psycho!!! 

*knocking head on the wall

Randomly stomping on my common sense, kns. 

I related this rather, quaint story to Dear Hubby. And he just gave me a blank stare. For a full second. Then a frown. Followed by, “She sampat ah? Siao cha bo!”

Hahahahhaha….. Hahahha…. 

Coming from someone who talks a few words and amimical, this is huge. 

I wonder if she asked the other girls (whose names she mentioned on the shout out too) if they recently blowjob their boyfriends or had anal sex or whatsoever. Then ‘ttyl’. 

Hahahhahahhaa…… Hahahah funny shit....

Freaking weirded out right now.

She never even asked about my Baby Maya. Or about Dear Hubby (he was the one who introduced her to me). Or about my work. Or anything else other than my breasts. 

Hahahahhahaha!

Really siao cha bo....

I’ll be fine. As I always do. 

Only maybe I will be left with some crazy dreams of actually breastfeeding Dear Hubby (thank you CrazyPot for putting that image into my mind). -__-

Sure sure, stay in touch. 

Just don’t touch me physically, particularly my breasts (given your unusually keen interest in them)

Hahahahha!

Oh Psycho CrazyPot. 

Weekend Special Treat - Milk Spa!

Guess what are we twosome up to this weekend?

I gave Baby Maya a speeeeecial milk bath spa this morning!!! *luxurysilkysmoothskinpamperingbaby*

Breast milk, that's it!

I don't have alot of extra breast milk, unlike Le Dasao the cow. Haha! 

These are all the expiring-soon expressed milk which I kept frozen since early June. Don't waste! 

I used 5 bottles and diluted them with hot water. Make sure it is of lukewarm temperature before you bath your precious little one in this precious bath!!!

Preparing for Baby Maya's first milk spa!!

See? She is enjoying it very muchie!!! She kept opening her mouth to eat the cloth that I used to wipe her face.. because it smelt of milk!! So cute my darling~~~

But that didn't last long. Hahaha. After a while she got agitated because she is hungry for nen nen. Lololololol. Kept smelling the milk but none going into her. Hahaha so funny looking at her frustrated face! *cute cute cute*

Done with the special treat! Now my bathroom reeks of breast milk. Haha! She's screaming for her milk milk and nap time. :))

Next weekend can draw up another spa as another batch is expiring. :))))

Sex Education - Yes or No?

Attended a dermatology course last weekend and eyes went bleeding with images of ugly ulcerous angry genital lesions seen in STDs.

Well, I recalled a conversation with my more senior colleagues of generation X....They were quite shocked when I mentioned casually that I am going to teach my daughter about sex. 

Erm....

Why the hell NOT? 

I deem that sex is still a taboo to them.

Blame the media, again. Haha. From a young age, our children (not just them, my generation too) are exposed to sexual images and languages in their environment. Hearing teenagers nowadays so nonchalantly bragging about their sexual experience, just make me queasy and uncomfortable. They should be decorating the boardroom of English Club or organizing Pandu Puteri stuff or singing in a choir in the Music Club. Definitely not this kind of extracurricular activity!

But can we stop them? Maybe. Maybe not.

Can we control their every single move? Maybe. Maybe not.

Can we control their urges? Ehh... how ah?

Pretending that sex never existed helps? You really think so?

I think they should be educated from the moment they start to ask questions. 

I’m not asking you to SUDDENLY show a condom and banana to your ten-year-old inappropriately out of the blue.  -__- 

If and when he/she starts to inquire about sex la.... 

If not, do you think they won’t seek answers from our ever-available friend of Google or worse, try it out themselves? 

Otherwise… I guess I will have the talk, say at fourteen? 

Gosh… I hope not earlier or else, I would freak and have a heart attack!

Would you rather your baby girl receive flawed information from strangers in the other side of the world via the Internet forum or wrong misguided information form their peers "who have done it"?

Why not from credible and safe sources like you, the parent!

Right? Of course I am right!

Look at the statistic, so many unwanted pregnancies and most of them end up in orphanages. Teaching them to be safe can hopefully help them be safe. 

Well.... I, myself am going to sit Baby Maya (when she reaches appropriate age, of course) down and have THE TALK one day. 

Honestly.......

I have no idea how am I gonna lay my speech for THE TALK yet, and hopefully I have a good 13-14 years to prepare for that. Haha. I know I will learn how, eventually. Poh pi Poh pi not earlier than 13!!!

Personally I think that sex education is immensely important. To every child. 

Not just Baby Maya. But especially Baby Maya.

Why? Because she is mine la! Haha.

1. This can help prevent unwanted unplanned teenage pregnancy and being a female, she has more to lose than a male if she was to have out-of-wed-child.

2. Premarital pregnancy can potentially affects her future, her whatever dreams and aspirations. Let alone her chance of finding her true love one day. 

If being a mother holds a certain challenge even for me (and I have a supportive husband and stable financially), you can multiply by a millionth for a teenage mother, with no stable income (actually, no income at all), no certificate, no nothing. What if the teenage father decides to run away and hide? Or even if he does face the responsibility, they get married and then what? 

They obviously won’t know what they are getting themselves into.

3. What will happen to your baby's baby? Your baby would stop schooling? Start working? Stop then continue at older age?

Not that Dear Hubby and I won’t be helping them out! 

Just that the younger ones have to be enlightened about the consequences of their actions.

4. The risk of sexually-transmitted diseases (STD) and HIV. They should learn the importance of protecting themselves. Medical problem of such can greatly shatter her quality of life leading to emotional and mental instability. 

Aiyoh... So many things to worry about.

With their bodies experiencing and developing sexual responsiveness and raging hormones, their curiosity is inevitable. 

In my opinion, sex education helps to clarify - not to confuse or to encourage - the issues for them. 

Teach them about intimacy, the meaning of sex, sexual expression. 

Enlighten them about their gender identity, reproductive system, birth control and STDs. 

Tell them why it is important to WAIT.

Don't you agree?

Sex education – Are you in or out?

No pun intended. Haha.

Stay Safe!

My baby girl... Don't grow up so fast.. Mummy loves you!