The pursuit of love in between him and him

My teaching session finished an hour earlier on Friday. So I made my way to Tesco to withdraw some money at the ATM machine and get my fix of carrot juice. I wanted my juice to go but the lady at the cashier forgot and not wanting to trouble her further, I just took the glass to the nearest table and took a sip.

Then this song belted out in the background of the already noisy food court. I sang along softly to my favourite part, “what are you waiting for???” and almost immediately I couldn’t help reminiscing on my past. The time when I was a fish in the sea (again) after a breakup with my asshole 1st boyfriend.  Yes, he broke up with me over Yahoo Messenger on the weekend just before my exams. Bangang rite. I think I resorted to controlled self destructive behaviour and made a bonfire with his paraphernalia.

A few months later, I had a string of dates with frogs to choose from. Hoping that one will become my prince. There were a few ” I will call you later” sorta dates. Sometimes from myself, others from them men. You just get that vibe of a relationship not happening from that one date. Things that put me off? Likely he had an opinion for almost everything on the planet, force me to talk about myself too much, too lackadaisical, pry too much on my previous relationship, too Islamic (I know, sorry).

Then there were those who made the initial cut. Only to discover later that he hates your housemates or your best girlfriends. Ada ke cakap “gelak kuat, macam laki, I tak suka”. Wahhhh.. goodbye dear. No future dates. No one gets to say bad things about my friends.

Then there were experiments. Well, just one. We were both from very different backgrounds. He was a non muslim to start with. In a way it was one of those relationships where you’re just not sure where it would be heading. We didn’t have a name for our relationship. If people ask whats with him having lunch with me – he will reply “pengyao (friend)“. Yet he treats me like I’m special. Vice versa. He would call me up at 0500AM as I get ready to go to work to take the morning bloods of sick babies – just to say Hi. We would have dinner together almost everyday even when we’re oncall, where we would steal time just to have 5 minutes together. It was nice while it lasted. Then after he went back home to Miri to visit his parents – the romance just ended. Like that. No proper goodbyes. It just ended. I think we were both puzzled as to why it ended. Wait, I think I know why. I found out he was seeing another girl there. Someone of the same background. Takpela.. I faham. I redha. I think the soundtrack of my life at the time was Black Eyed Peas song “Meet me halfway” for this particular chapter. Frust jugak but terkawal. We can still work together as housemans.

In less than a year, I met my husband during my surgical posting. He was far from romantic but he was responsible. And intelligent. He was willing to replace my partner in the operating theatre who was on Emergency Leave (EL) that day. Coincidentally we were scheduled to be in the OT of a very boisterous and demanding surgeon that no one liked. I called up the ward asking for a volunteer and was prepared to be ‘bam-booed’ the whole day until this tall, gallant, fearless, chivalrous guy by the name of Syafiq came. He was technically towering over the shorter surgeon. The mood in that OT somehow changed – I was suddenly the reliable houseman who could hold the camera very still due to my low pusat graviti and my husband was very alert and quick to obey instructions.

We didn’t start dating until I left my surgical posting though. And the rest is history. Our love story was not dramatic enough for Ellie Gouldings song. Nor is Michael Bubles Home cause that reminds me of Italy (another wonderful chapter of my life). OMG.. we don’t have a soundtrack for this chapter of my life. I need to find one.

 

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2018 Resolutions

It’s what people do every year – hoping for a good start. Looking back on my 2017 resolutions, they are quite vague. No wonder I did not achieve much but I still enjoyed life all the same. Still feel empowered. Cuma macam aimless sometimes. Ya lah.. living like a hippie.

REFLECTION

2017 was a year of closure I suppose. It’s like the end of say, a trilogy. Or a series. It was the end of my chapter in the district hospital. And it ended with me popping out a baby girl from my tummy. Which gives me time to collect myself and make a debut as that new doc in the clinic. mehh.. 

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My 6 years in the district facility was a fruitful detour. A wonderful break. I needed that stint of time to blossom into a person with character. Kononnya. I want people to identify me as my own and not as someones wife or daughter in law or sister. Be like Dato Siti Nurhaliza you know. The public identifies her as who she is and not as Datuk K’s wife. Hence to be like that you have to create your own persona. Crave your own success. It will be difficult though as Mr husbands aura seems to be stronger but it’s OK, #siscuba.

2018 RESOLUTION

  1. LOSE WEIGHT – that one resolution all Malaysians have in common across any breed or creed. Only this time, I would try harder and be more systematic. Meaning food diary, counting calories and work out more. This is fueled by 2 TOP MOTIVATING FACTOR which is one, I need to fit into that little space in our bed without the risk of falling to the floor. That MOM space – the little strip left for you to sleep after your husband, pillows, plushies and co-sleeping kids have conquered before you. And reason No 2, so I could be lighter on my feet as my Plantar Fasciitis is killing me. I literally had to wear sneakers in the house sometimes because my heels hurt. And that heel pain in the morning when you wake up and land your foot on the floor is just excruciating.
  2. TAKE MORE PHOTOS OF MYSELF – I am already struggling to find a photo of myself for this post. I tend to put others needs before me. It’s something I do out of habit, I think. And when it comes to keeping memories, I’d be the one taking photos of my family more than they do for me. I guess it started with that inferiority complex of looking like a whale in pictures which deters me from snapping a photo followed by me being engulfed by my role as a wife and mother. However, having read an article somewhere about how we want our family to remember us women as an individual of her own… I feel I need to appreciate myself more. Now how do I explain this? Remember who you were before you met him? before you had kids? Remember what you loved to do before them? so yes, take that picture of you dancing maybe. Or reading a book. Or hitting those drums, plucking the guitar, singing the song. it could be just you kicking a storm in the kitchen, watching a chick flick like you’re single and in love. in essence – a picture of just you alone, doing you. DO YOU.
  3. BRING MY PARENTS FOR VACATIONS OR GET TOGETHERS MORE – my younger sister has been doing it better than me. She brings them to theme parks, the beach.. even weekend hi-tea is already considered great. So yes, 2018 should be the year I incorporate my parents more in my life. I aim for at least 2 big get togethers.
  4. AGAIN, READ MORE – more fictions MInci. do book exchange. make use of that POPULAR membership card. this year I also intent to explore the world of #quranjournalling

That should be about it. Have a good 2018 everyone.

share with me your resolutions.

The Birthday & Wedding Anniversaire Weekend

My nephew’s birthday bash was held at Sama Sama Hotel on the 30th December. It was a hi-tea get together. One of the best spreads I have to say. Too indulged in eating that I didn’t get to snap any photos of the food. macam biasa.. it is a mix of western and eastern dishes.

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My sister arranged the perfect birthday celebration for her son – we had a clown coming to our table giving out balloons, them staff singing a birthday song while bringing his cake and so on. I  would be happy if I was this boy. Plus you get presents from everyone.

“ADIL.. please listen to your mother and love her with all your heart”

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The Weekend Hi-Tea buffet is from 1200 Noon till 4PM.

Adults rate  RM 65. Children rate RM 45 . Unfortunately there is no senior citizen discount.

After the partay – my own party of 4 headed to Seremban for the anniversaire getaway. Brutally honestly speaking – I was not looking forward to go. I was not in a mood to celebrate our wedding anniversary. I know, it’s evil. I even hid a post that Mr Husband tagged me on Facebook from my timeline. That’s how not in the mood I was.

WHY MINCI WHY?

You may ask. Maybe it’s because I was physically tired (and in pain – nipple sore stuff). Emotionally drained. Lonely. No animated gossip. No one to have a proper conversation. Mr Husband busy, busy, busy with studies and locum (kesian kt owner katanya) Ha ha ha. Sometimes as a new mother, you just need an hour out of the day to do your own thing. Like doing proper exercise, sip coffee slowly, get properly dressed and stuff. Or even draft a blog post. Or paling cikai.. an IG story. Thats is one cause I think – did not get that one hour stuff as much as I’d envisioned it to be. Max is like 45 mins. Huhu.

Or maybe it’s because I want to celebrate it with just him. The Husband. Without the kids in the picture. I mean, we can bring the kids along to the hotel but you know, at least a Couple WefIe by the pool. Or a little muffin cake to share between us two. Something to remind ourselves that we were once head over heels over each other? That there was once an US before the kids come along. In retrospective, maybe I should have made the move tapi ntahlah.. perhaps on our anniversary I was waiting for Chivalry and Gallant to drop by with Romantic. ohhh.. I forgot. it’s because I’m the sweet one in this relationship. Which is why it did not happen. muekekeke.

Takpelah.. we will try again this year (2018) for our 8th anniversary. Perhaps by this time I makin sexy. Aummm..  oh no sister.. spacing sister..spacing..

Back to Seremban, we checked into this budget hotel, SUTERA HOTEL, that has a swimming pool with no dress code. Thus why its quite a favourite amongst us Malaysians yang suka main redah je. it was a 3D2N stay.

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Room was OK. breakfast buffet was adequate with the money we paid for , cuma the table arrangements made the restaurant a bit cramped. My obese tummy berlaga with the chairs. Like duh.. help.. I need to break free.

Location wise – AEON is nearby. A 2 minutes walk from the hotel – in case you need to find Pizza hut, KFC or McDonalds.

We did not get to eat the Nasi Arab. Baby Ninie is unable to stand long journey hours. Long would be more than 2.5 hours at a time. Wanting milk is fine. its when she poos it becomes a problem because some places do not have diaper changing facilities. Takkan nak tukar kat meja makan?? I don’t mind but what if my act was recorded and it went viral? DIE man DIe. So Mr Husband does the changing in places like these cause he can single handedly tonggeng the girl in the sink to wash the bum.

Babycall was not that bad. it was manageable but I’d rather do it at home. At least until she’s 4 to 5 months old?

yep, that’s about it. till the next post.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[happy kah… ]

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Ramadhan 1438H

As usual, I am oncall on Eid. This time its the 2nd day of EID. Despite that, preparations are still ongoing for the big day. We will be going over to my MILs house on the first and then to my moms on the 3rd.

I have yet to master the art of cooking rendang and kuih kacang. So not domestic but it’s OK.. I pun merancang nak beraya kat rumah orang. HA ha ha. Although cooking Eid culinary dishes is not my main forte, I still make it a point to prepare other things like;

  1. Parcel Kasih Sayang  – This is a must every year to my girls of Sharoe Green Lane and Lily Tensai. The list is tremendously growing as I include more people that matters a lot in my life into the list. This personal tradition started when I was in medical school and I enjoyed putting up these gift parcels so much that I decided to do it at least once a year.   20170610_123817  20170610_113729
  2. Duit Raya – to the many nephews and nieces of my siblings and cousins, friends children, staff’s kids and of course my favourite, warded kids during Eid. Which is one of the reasons why I don’t get sad for being oncall on that day. I don’t give out a lot but I’m sure the sick kids would enjoy the money packet design more than my RM2 in the envelope.  FB_IMG_1497663261220
  3. Kuching trip – I try to visit my relatives in Kuching every year. Be it during Eid or otherwise. I have been drafting my list of souvenirs and kuih lapis recipients. LOL. It’s an annual gesture as a little ambassador of my state Sarawak. And of course a little Thank You for letting me take a long leave to go back home.

Then there’s the usual cleaning and stuff. HUhu. Thank God post-raya Mr Husband is on his semester break. So he will foresee most of the house chores and initiate our Projek Mega for the house. yeay..

 

The BodyShop Haul

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I went to Bodyshop (Mahkota Parade branch) with one intention in mind. To take a sniff of Bodyshop’s Red Musk  and purchase it if I like it that much. What drew me to try the fragrance was because some blogger mentioned its quite masculine for a woman’s perfume. I Love Men. I yearn that feeling of this little toyol green hulk lurking underneath this persona of a calm, collected lady. Ready to spring out anytime a rage sets in. ROAR!

After 15 mins in the store, I ended up getting more than one item. Just because the lady salesgirl had excellent customer service. It must be my red lipstick. Vavavoom.. She was ever so enthusiastic to go through the products one by one.

I was immediately eligible to become a LoveYourBody (LYB) fan with my minimum purchase of RM100. I spent a total of RM116.50. My hauls include;

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RM 89.00. EDT Red Musk 30ML.

I bought a small one because I have the tendency to change perfumes depending on my mood. Perhaps I’ll do a review on it later once I go around using it.

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RM 13.50/bottle of 60ML shower gel [travel size]

I personally chose Satsuma and Olive. The smell was wonderful. Memang rajinlah nak mandi postcall lepas ni. HA ha. The Grapefruit shower gel was one of the items in the LYB Fan Goodie Bag. It came with the Moringa Body Butter below. Girls love FREE GIFTS.

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I also redeemed the free samples. Because the chances of me returning to the store for another trip is very slim. I was overjoyed when the Youth Bouncy Sleeping Mask came as a sample  – was always intrigued as to how its like.

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The salesgirl, Sha was very cheeky to ask if I wanted their 50cent paperbag to pack the items. Of course I DO! Never mind their commitment to build a Bio-Bridge, I love the design already. It’s so sturdy and colourful.

Being an LYB fan entitles you to a few perks such as up to date information regarding sales or new releases, birthday discounts, member sales etc. I might consider their fragrances and body bath stuff for future purchases. I have yet to fall head over heels onto their skincare products and makeup line as I have an existing brand which I love and is working for me. But who knows, maybe a lipstick or two could do the trick?