Friday, January 30, 2009

Buat Jurung-Jurung Karinya (For The Very First Time)

Buat jurung-jurung karinya you did so well in the scariest moment-the injection moment. Yesterday you had your four month's injection and it went so well. Salute Iris salute! Of course you cried at your highest pitch when the nurse jabbed you but Bapak really knew how to manage you, our little miss. Thank God Bapak was there so that I can pass you to him (again, I'm passing you to someone else). Oh what a mother you are...

And you made me so proud because you gained 700 grams and that made you 5.3 kilos! Yay! And your height is 62cm. Double yay! But you haven't got a normal BMI due to the disproportion between your height and weight. Or maybe it is supermodel blood running in you? I have to eat lots of fat instead of milk after this so that you will piling up more weight and so you will get puff tummy too! And there will be three puffy tummies in our family! Oh I cannot imagine we are having our great times dancing the belly dance. Oyeyeh!

And buat jurung-jurung karinya, you didn't suffer with fever, not even a pre one. I have been thinking of putting a warm cloth at that injected hip, suggested by my friends but you didn't show any sign of fever. I reckoned it was due to paracetamol Bapak gave to you. But there were numerous wake-ups last night, maybe you had nightmares of Syringe and Neddle but still I can manage it with my two girls. Say hi to my girls!

You did so well and let Mummy give you a bigggggg hug!

Post-script: Bapak loves to say 'buat jurung-jurung karinya' with Chinese slang when I did the cooking.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

What Gender Is Your Brain?

I browsed through Sheri's blog and I found this fun quiz-What Gender Is Your Brain?

The result shows this:
Your Brain is 33% Female, 67% Male

And also this:
You have a total boy brain
Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts
And while your emotions do sway you sometimes...
You never like to get feelings too involved

And that explains these:
1. I rarely put my make-up on.I am still using last three years's liptick.Er, some said cosmetics do have expiry date. Do they?
2. I have zero knowledge in cooking. (Excuse, excuse)
3. My breasts are functional, not sexual.
4. I rarely wash my face. I use Bapak's facial cleanser.
5. I drink milk straight from the bottle. (Ini namanya pemalas)

Ironically, Bapak's brain is 70% female and 30% male. I think that explained L.O.V.E.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Get Out Of My Way

Please get out of my way you:

1. Double chin!
2. Linea nigra.
3. Big, round, squishy puffball tummy! Urgh, I do still look like six months pregnant.
4. Hippo hips!
5. No, not you stretchmarks, you stay.

Because I just need my old kebayas back!!!!

Theme song for this entry-Dangerous by Roxette. (Doesn't seem to relate at all)

Antara Malaysia Dan Sweden

Abang, I would definitely crying my heart out when I do listen to this song while I am at Nordic country. I would definitely hug the bolster which is two size smaller than your huggable body. I would just stare at the wall and feeling so down thinking of you and our baby Iris. How I wish both of you would come and join me and together we shop at Original Ikea.

Abang, this is our love song when we are apart. (Minus that mimpi burok, of course).

Antara Anyir Dan Jakarta (Antara Malaysia dan Sweden of course)
Derusan ombak bersilih ke pantai
Disambut alunan nyiur melambai
Rembulan megah di atas mahligai
Tersenyum melihat kita berdua
Angin membawa lagu cinta
Sejuta bintang bermain mata
Seakan rela dua insan
Di dalam senarionya
Antara Anyir dan Jakarta
Kita jatuh cinta
Antara Anyir dan Jakarta
Kisah cinta tiga malam
Kan ku ingat selamanya
Antara Anyir dan Jakarta
Kita seakan mimpi yang buruk
Ku alami setiap hari
Cinta yang sudah tiada lagi
Tinggal memori membawa kembali
Labels: Crap.And L.O.V.E.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Double Trouble

I am in serious trouble. I have to pursue my doctorate degree this coming September otherwise I have to wait until 2015 (and I am very sure I have six babies by that time and I haven’t enough time to browse Elsevier). I have special offer from Swedish man to be my supervisor and yes I have to be there, yes, be in Sweden to get my next degree. And I have to be there for three years if I were really committed with that mechanical stuff plus ergonomics thingy or else it would be four years. Hjalp!

The second trouble is that Bapak already passed his first stage of being a plastic surgeon (well, if I can say that). But the official result will come out this April. And if he is accepted, then he will further his study by this October in USM Kubang Kerian so that he will stay with his in-laws. (Poor Bapak he has to make his own Milo). And we already made a deal. I will follow my plan and he follows his plan. What about you? We have made a plan for you. You will be left with Bapak in Kelantan so you will be showered with grand loves by Nek Ma and Tok Ba.

What is the double trouble? It’s obvious, ain’t it? I have to leave both of you! Yes, both of you! I have feeling that this isn’t a done deal between you and me. First because you are still breastfeeding and I must say that I love breastfeeding you. Second because I hate waking up not hugging both of you. Third because I just can’t simply picture my life without you and Bapak for roughly three years! And of course people I leave behind, Anya (oh I am gonna miss you, babe!), my Mama (I probably miss all the gossips), my Ba (how I will miss his kata-kata nasihat when he saw me in skinny jeans), my two rocker brothers, Dek Wan and Faiz, my cousins, my aunties and uncles, my only granny and oh yes, my friends, my shoes, my old kebayas, my cubit-cubitan time with Bapak (and also our fighting hours), my Iris Adeena, my Iris Adeena, and my Iris Adeena. Did I say my Iris Adeena?

Weh, stop dreaming lah you big girl! You still have 8 months to spend time with your precious. Oh Allah, just give me the strength. I think I can do it (I am an optimist), but why most of my friends say I can’t do it? Why?

What say you? I don’t need your words. Yes, I am arrogant.

Labels: Showing off.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Need To Order

I need to order extra time from God. Extra time to read a newspaper, okay, I’ll be true, just read the news headlines. Please give me the extra time God, oh just please. I seriously need extra time to settle the unfinished laundry, the unwashed dishes, the never read October, November, December, January’s issues of Reader’s Digest and Mastika, the unordered money order for IELTS exam, the mailing things to all nice supervisors around the world, and even to just look at myself.

Now forget the skimming through friend’s EH’s magazines (well, I don’t buy magazines with beautiful people in it because I feel ugly), forget the late night movie watching with Bapak, forget reading the old new books I have bought last three months (I don’t even have time to toss the book!), and forget about watching my favorite reali-silly show: America’s Next Top Model (er, ada lagi ke?).

The sole cause for this matter is: YOU! How could I do all the above tasks while you screaming with your highest frequency? Human ear can only detect range up to 20KHz, but yours is most probably 21KHz. You are so good with your pitching. No doubt. Thank God I have Bapak to alternately holding you. And do the cooking. And bathing you. And changing the dirty diapers. And playing Peek-A-Boo with you. But my life is a total chaos once Bapak scheduled on-call.

You only keep quiet when you were amused with your own fingers and feet. That amusement took you five minutes to hold your voice. And once you recognize your own fingers and feet, you started to scream again. "Iris ni cepat rasa boringla"-I quoted Nek Ma. And the rest of the day I have to hold you and play Up Up and Away or else just sit in front of Bapak's fish tank and watch the fish swimming and sleeping. You just hate to have your body in sleeping position. Iris, did you know that you don't have strong muscle and bones to keep you in sitting position, yet?

Now I know. It is not easy to be a supermom. It is a scarce commodity in many communities (perasan). So God, I seriously need to order that extra time.

But Iris, just keep on screaming, I just don't care because I know I will probably miss this moment. But don't you have any lower decible to scream?

Thursday, January 8, 2009

A Letter To Anya

This photo is on my mind, that's why it is black and white in color.

Dear Anya,

How are you Anya? I hope you are in the very pink of health as pink as my stretchable socks. Anya, this is my first time I am writing a letter. I miss you so much and that’s why I write a letter to you. I wish I didn't have to miss you. If only you could be with me always. I know I could never be any happier. But then again, I know that the day will come when I will be able to spend my every waking moment with you. I even miss you when I am sleeping!

Anya, please spend your next semester break at Mummy’s house. We can have our girls’ sleepover together. I miss you, Anya. You are my first and my only auntie, I love you, Anya, and I thank you for be so kind with me. Hopefully, soon I won't have to hate missing you.

Love Always,
Irish (“Mummy, does my name have an H at the end of it?”)

Anya, look at my sad face. I am so sad because I miss you so much.

Person Of The Year 2008: Myself

“For better or for worse, I have done the most to influence the events of the year."-Myself.

Person of the year 2008, I vote for, myself.