Friday, November 24, 2006

rumours of my demise

no no, i'm not dead yet. and neither is this blog. it's just that i've been terribly busy being a lawyer and all... suddenly i'm in court all the time, and interviewing clients and preparing agreements and submissions and i don't know what all. so no time to indulge in any kind of brain activity that is not legal. sorry. shall be back in december but for the moment, am just swamped. completely. very unfair, but such is life. i'm good. actually even my nearest and dearest would desist from calling me good. slightly naughty then. law coming out of my ears, but doing alright despite that fact... miss you too.

anyway, just came back from oblivion to give you this public service message:

Trisha n Sasha are having a storewide sale - everything is on at least 20% off, - but if you buy for more than rm100, its 30% off...

so there. now that i have done my duty to mankind, shall catch up with you in december ok...

Thursday, September 21, 2006

books, lovely books

After my post about our favourite books, I’ve had loads of enquiries as to where I’ve been getting all these lovely books from. I don’t blame you if you’ve not seen such books in your friendly neighbourhood bookshop. I haven’t either.

For some strange reason, the large chain bookshops in kl, seem to stock up on a different variety of books altogether. Occasionally, you can find a couple of Dr. Seuss books, and some Sandra Boynton books, but otherwise, you are in for a meager selection at exorbitant prices.

Luckily for me, I discovered Trisha ‘n’ Sasha, a children’s bookshop in Sri Hartamas, when Gitanjali was about 18 months old – since then, most of my book purchases have been from here. T&S has a delightful collection of picture books, which they restock all the time. Its purely a children’s bookshop, and the variety of quality books and fun educational materials is, from a kl perspective, amazing. Books range from about RM6.00 onwards, with the average book priced between RM19.90 and RM25.90. They also have storewide sales about 3 to 4 times a year, when every book in the store, is at 20% off.

The last time they had it was in July, and every book in the store was at 30% off. Every Book!!! Sham and I both bought the same parenting book, titled, “How to talk so kids will talk, and listen so kids will talk” – its’ fantastic, and after 30% off, came up to RM48.00 or so!!!

They have storytelling sessions every Saturday morning from eleven to twelve o’clock, and these sessions are followed up with hand/face painting and balloons – and this is all free!!! And the storytelling is wonderful. I love it, love it , love it.

After re-reading the above post, I note with some trepidation that there seems to be an unusually large number of exclamation marks, but I can’t bring myself to delete any of them, as they are sort of necessary, and not really the sign of a demented mind (as I am sure some of you were beginning to wonder). It’s just that I’m so grateful that I have this wonderful bookshop to go to. In the spirit of confession, I have to admit that more often than not, I fall in love with the books, and buy them for Gitanjali without consulting her first – I sort of feel deprived that I never had these kind of choices when I was growing up. I would have loved pig in the pond. I would have cherished all the books I have now collected – and yes, deep down inside, (very deep la ok) I actually on a certain level think of her books as mine, because I adore them. And she always falls in love with them too.

The last trip that we made, I let her choose one book, and she chose a Barbie doll story book (which cost RM5.53, after discount), which she fell in love with, and made us read about 20 times everyday. She was so grateful for this book that she actually crawled up to our bed in the middle of the night (on the day that I had bought her the book), hugged me tightly, and said, “thank you so much mummy for buying me my Barbie doll book. I love you sooo much…”

Touching as that was, I don’t intend to let Barbie corrupt our collection, so mostly, I choose the books, and I love them madly. So anyway, go check T&S out.
Their address is:

No. 6-2 & 4-2 (2nd Floor)
Jalan 31/70A
Desa Sri Hartamas
50480 Kuala Lumpur
Tel: 23004399

Now I’ve gushed so much about T&S that I’ve forgotten about the Scholastic Book Clubs. This is a book club, which Gitanjali’s school belongs to, and they seem to come out with book catalogues every 2-3 months. I’ve found Scholastic to have a fantastic range of picture books – in fact, scholastic actually is a range that aims to bring great books to more people at cheaper prices - the quality is probably not as great as a non-scholastic version, but will be so much cheaper. In fact, I remember there was one particular book, Giraffes Can’t Dance, where the scholastic version was RM20 cheaper, but the non-scholastic version was so much more gorgeous that I bought the more expensive version… but this is a one off thing – usually scholastic versions are great anyway, and with the book club, I can get fabulous books at RM6 onwards. I bought “Guess How much I Love you” for RM11.00, and “Sheep in a Jeep” for RM7.00… such steals. The only problem is that the books are so cheap, that you end up spending about RM100.00 each time… but you get 10 books. So I guess it works out… Scholastic Book Clubs however seems to be available through schools only. So if your child's school isn't a member, and they would like to be, you can call this number: 1-300-88-7818 or you can give me the school's particulars and i can pass it on to gitanjali's headmistress, for her to recommend.

Happy Reading y'all

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The wild things


Gitanjali and Alysha with Mr. Lion and Tiger at my house

God's Cake

Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation!

A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away. Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."

"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers. "Yuck" says her daughter.

"How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"

"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"

"Mom, those are all yucky!"

To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!

God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!

God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.

Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance ;)



I rarely post things here that were not originally written by me, but i received this forward today, and i thought, "wow!". The message is simple really, but sometimes its nice to be reminded, you know?

My favourite line is : "God is crazy about you, He sends you flowers every spring, and a sunrise every morning."

Actually, He makes my petunias and jasmines flower everyday, all year through, so He must love me oodles ;) Bet He loves you too...

Monday, August 28, 2006

Merdeka Baby


i have to say that i'm viewing the upcoming independance day celebrations with more enthusiasm than i did last year.

probably its b'cos gitanjali keeps shouting "merdeka, medeka" in the most cheerful voice, at the drop of a hat, and she gets all joyful and stuff as soon as she sees a malaysian flag. "Merdeka, Merdeka!!!" "Mummy look, 5 flags. Merdeka". Unbridled Exuberant Joy (all begining with capitals, please note) would be an understatement for her state of mind at the sight of the flag. They are teaching them to wave the flag and march up and down at her school.

i guess this is what they mean by brainwashing the young... Das Kapital and all that. Anyway, so I too, am joyfully exuberant about the fact that we Malaysians are celebrating "Merdeka" and shouting it from the rooftops (or at least from the balcony of my 9th floor apartment, with a joyfully exuberant 3 year old waving a malaysian flag). My mother has also joined in the festivities, and has presented me with a flag to hoist in my 1st floor office. it is some 4 feet tall, and needs a pole, she tells me...

So, while i stand here and ponder on the inexplicable absence of any flag pole in my office, which if i didn't mention it before, is on the 1st floor, Happy Merdeka Baby. Have a fantabulous time, and make sure you get some flags to wave joyfully.

Friday, August 25, 2006

our favourite books


Gitanjali is only 3, but between us, we've read such wonderful picture books in the last couple of years that i thought i would do a list of our favourite books...

1. my all time favourite is "owl babies" (by martin waddel and patrick benson), which i got for her when she was 18 months old. she loves it, but i have to confess, i love it more. the artwork is spectacular, and the story so very real... this book is a comfort to me and to my baby.

2. second place is tied. my vote goes for "the pig in the pond", which is by martin waddell and jill barton. This book is laugh out loud funny. a number of people have read this out to my daughter, and they are always laughing by the time they get to the end, so i love this book.

However, gitanjali adores "i love you stinky face", which is by
lisa mccourt and cyd moore.this book was something alysha read first and loved. sham recommended it to me, but i had doubts buying it, b'cos gitanjali was only 2 years or so when i got it. i didn't really think she would understand the meaning of "cyclops" or "green alien from mars", but boy was i surprised! Gitanjali loved this book from the moment i first read it to her. i like it too, but gitanjali can tell you the entire story by heart - if you didn't know better, you'd think she was reading it...


3. would have to be "Snuggle puppy" by sandra boynton. it's a classic boynton boardbook, and i got it for her when she was less than a year old, but both of us love this book, and know it by heart. it is also a song ( a love song), which you can listen to on boynton's site, so we sing it as well... we love this book very much...



4. this is a new book for us, but already we've fallen in love with it. In "Guess how much i love you" (Sam McBratney, Anita Jeram), Little Nutbrown Hare describes to Big Nutbrown Hare how much he loves him. Gitanjali now asks me daily "guess how much i love you", and proceeds to demonstrate to me exactly how much she does - its lovely.

5. "One fish, two fish, Red fish, blue fish" is also a new book for us. i don't know if it counts as a picture book but it's a Dr. Seuss book, and the longest one we've read so far. my husband was reading it to her for the first time the other day, and somewhere midway, he stopped, looked at me, and said, when does it end? LOL... it's a really funny book, and gtitanjali already knows enough of it to fake "reading" it... in my house, we have to read this book at least 3 times a day currently (sometimes under duress), so it is hot...

6. "Sheep in a Jeep" by Nancy E. Shaw is fun fun funny. six sheep jump on a jeep, push it into mud, rescue it from the mud with the help of some tattoed pigs then drive off in happiness and crash into a tree. the sheep are so comical, and their looks of dismay priceless...
Go buy this book.

7."The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear" by Don & Audrey Wood is beautifully illustrated, and has great comic value.

The expression on the mouse's face when he thinks the bear is after his strawberry, and his attempts to hide the strawberry are precious. i love this book.



8. "Time for Bed" by Mem Fox and Jane Dyer is endearing, and just right for bedtime. This is another great favourite in our bedroom, and the little girl in the book is Gitanjali, or so she would have you belive it. Of course the pretty mama, is me...


9. "Harriet you'll drive me Wild" is also by mem fox, but is totally different from time for bed. its illustrated by Marla Frazee. Harriet is a pesky child, and her mom an almost saint who tries not to yell, but fails miserably by the last few pages. This book came to me at just the right time, when i was about to sell gitanjali to the best bidder, for no peskier child could i have found. nowadays i just tell gitanjali "You're not a pesky child isn't it?" or better "you know mama doesn't want to yell right?" (which is of course a terrible lie, b'cos this mama is not only already yelling, but on the verge of rendering bodily violence...). Anyway. we love this book, b'cos its about a pesky child and an oppressed mama, which we can both of us identify with... also its very funny... so go get it, even if you have pesky sons and not daughters...


10. "Click Clack Moo" (Doreen Cronin, Betsy Lewin) is about cows that go on strike because they are cold and are demanding electric blankets... so funny. Buy it for yourself, and your kids will fall in love with it too...

PS: i did this list from memory in my office on a sleepy friday. i am away from my bookshelf, and have only put down what i can remember. the books here are all lovely, but since i have a full row on my bookshelf all crammed with picture books, and all of which, we love at home, i probably have missed many out... so what i am trying to say is this is obviously not a full and comprehensive list. also there are books that i have not read to her yet or haven't bought for her yet. "Where the wild things are" by Maurice Sendak is one of them. Another is "Goodnight Moon", and also "Goodnight Zoo". Also i have only included one dr. Seuss book, and one Sandra Boynton book, b'cos we find all their books lovely.

Have a good weekend you all...

Thursday, August 17, 2006

everyday i open up this page, and think "What? still no posts?" "why why why"... i don't know what i think is going to happen - that someone is going to tap into my brain and type out my thoughts i guess..

the fact that no one has, is a bit disconcerting, and this terrible method of me actually having to log on and actually having to rack my brain and actually having to type the actual thoughts out seems a tad inefficient, not to say outmoded... but what to do? i miss all my lovely comments, and you lot don't seem to want to comment if i've not posted, so it looks like i've got no choice but to do it the old fashioned way... so here i am...

how have you been? i've been well. a little busy, a little zoned out.. a little fatter... what is it about fat? why does it creep up on you like that? and the terrible thing is that your brain somehow adjusts itself so that when you look in the mirror, you look the same as you did 5 years ago, and then suddenly, WHAM!!! can't fit into any of your clothes...

this week has been a rollercoaster one for me... some ups, some downs... hardly got to watch any telly, except for nigella cooking something yesterday... only got to watch this as gitanjali loves her as much as i do...

moo bought me a surprise ring with a nice big stone on it, so that was definitely an up. the down was that i only get to pick it up tommorrow after they've set it... i've also had people unloading their problems on me this week - 5 different people by the way with 5 major problems, and i have to say that it is tiring and tedious - somehow i sort of carry their problems with me, even though they've gone off feeling a little better for talking to me... but then i guess i'm blessed that i only have to listen - it's not as if i'm carrying that burden for them, am i... and they all said that they felt better for having me listen to them, so i shall not complain...

its school holidays after tomorrow, and god help me, what will i do? sham has promised to go on a picnic with me, so that will be nice, but what about the rest of the days? have been racking my brain, but no thoughts yet... and the thing is she's 3. so many many more years of school holidays looming ahead... a bit scary the whole thought of it...

i have to say, having gitanjali in my life - it's like i was always wandering around in black and white, and suddenly there's colour... and noise... it's wonderful. but the whole mom thing is so tiring. i think that this is the thing.... it's like having the best time of your life, but being tired at the same time, and not having enough sleep, and this, with only one toddler... what happens when i have the other 3 (oh didn't i tell you? i plan to have 4 kids, if i can)

gitanjali was fully breastfed until she was 21 months old, and she spent the first 18 months of her life entirely in my care. i was lucky and still am lucky that i could keep her with me for that long, and that even now, i get to spend more time with her than most working moms - but i have to say that now that i don't have her with me all the time - i make sure that the hours that i spend with her are solely centered around her, and we have a lot more fun these days... (this of course means that i suffer terrible pangs of guilt whenever i go out and do something that does not include her, like a facial or a manicure or shopping... ) which was not the case when i had her with me all the time in the office - see those days, i used to have her in the office all day long... i had to work and keep an eye on her as well, which meant i was there, but i wasn't really there mentally with her - then when we went home, i would be so tired, that i would just turn on the tv or grab a book and zone out... nowadays b'cos i don't get to see her all day, i don't zone out at all... she's number one all the time, and that is just the way i like it, i have to say...

Friday, August 04, 2006

Why God made Mums

Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.


How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mum just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.


What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.


Why did God give you Your mother & not some other mum?

1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's mums like me.


What kind of little girl was your mum?

1. My mum has always been my mum and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.


What did mum need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your mum marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mum eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mum didn't have her thinking cap on.


Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mum doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mum. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mum is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.


What's the difference between mums & dads?
1. Mums work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
2. Mums know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but mums have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Mums have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.


What does your mum do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.


What would it take to make your mum perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.


If you could change one thing about your Mum, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mum smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Please Rock my Boat

Do you remember this song? it's by bob marley, and the chorus goes:

"oh please don't you rock my boat, cause i don't want my boat to be rocked..."

when i was on holiday in kinabalu recently, i was asked an interesting question by one of my friends - he asked me why i couldn't stop being a lawyer while i was on holiday... this came up because my husband was hustling shan and telling him not to do something (really can't remember what it was he was told he couldn't do) and shan was taking it quietly. this bugged me and i was tellling shan he had to stand up for himself and defend his position... hence, the lawyer remark...

the thing is this - i don't think telling someone to defend their position or their stand, or even telling someone to make a stand is "lawyer" thing... i should think its a basic premise that everyone operates on... over the last couple of weeks, i've come to realise that most people just don't like rocking the boat... most malaysians have an opinion about the govt. and about politics and about "that fellow", but most don't do anything about their own basic human rights...

i've always been a firm supporter of the proposition:
"i disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it"

(a quote which is commonly misattributed to Voltaire, but is actually a summary of his attitudes, based on statements he made in Essay on Tolerance, by Evelyn Beatrice Hall (writing under the pseudonym of Stephen G. Tallentyre in The Friends of Voltaire (1906))

and i think that surely that is the philosophy everyone should have, that if you disagree with something, or if something is wrong, or if something goes against the grain - you should stand up and voice out your opinion, that you don't take everything life serves up on you with a smile (and a what can i do, i'm just one person attitude)... but i look around me, and realise, that alas, most malaysians don't think like this at all... most of don't question what goes on under our noses, and God forbid! if your boss or your superior says something, then it must be followed (even if it goes against the grain to do so)...

my associates come back from court all the time and inform us for example "oh, by the way, there's a new court policy - we have to name the individual lawyer on the warrant to act which is signed by the lawyer"... now this is a general document that we get all our clients to sign.

i looked at kavi (who happened to be the one who came back from court with this new policy) and asked her, well what happens if that lawyer cannot attend court on that day or if that lawyer leaves our firm, by the time this hearing comes up?

and kavi's response was "i know, but that's what the judge wants." (we fought that policy by the way, and now there is a direction from the court that we don't have to do this...)

but this is the thing, why do we just take it? what about if you're in a queue at the supermarket, you pay your RM49.90, and instead of giving you the 10cents balance, the cashier rings up the next customer? and what if you were that customer behind the guy who got shortchanged? would you support his decision to fight for his right for his 10cents, or would you just think he was being stingy and was wasting precious moments of your time while you wait in line behind him?

most of us would walk away from that 10 cents. and most of us would think rude thoughts of anyone holding up a queue for a meagre 10 cents...

most of us would obey whatever directions the judge gives, because really, you don't want an irritated judge to hear your case... most of us would just step away from the fight... and i don't.

i would have attributed it to my legal education, but for the fact that i see people like kavi and shan daily... surely i learnt of my legal rights from the law? but kavi read law and so did shan... so how? why is it that if you are right about something, you don't stand up for yourself? we teach our children this (or do we?) i know that i was thought something like it from my books,

but then come to think of it, i never questioned the concept that cinderalla only needed the prince to find her to live happily ever after... why couldn't she go and look for him? why did she want him anyway? why did she stay in that smelly kitchen and get all dirty? why didn't she just whack the ugly sisters with a stone when they were sleeping? why couldn't she have lived smellily ever after with the farmer's son? if all she needed was a wash to look pretty, i'm sure that farmer's son would have married her - what do you mean what farmer's son? surely there was some other man in the vicinity apart from that idiot prince who spent a whole evening with the girl, but couldn't recognise her in daylight without her shoes... why? why? why? why did we accept this idiotic story as the story of our childhoods?

as an employer, i see more and more young people who are prepared to accept whatever life throws at them without a quibble... without a question or a complaint, without a word of opposition - and its scary... its even scarier when you realise intelligent educated people do this, that we censor ourselves before any authority even thinks of censoring us...that we don't ask questions, and that the questions we ask are often better unasked, such as "what is siti nurhaliza wearing to her wedding reception? (obviously since most of the major newspapers chose to answer this question with interviews with the designers, this is a big question everyone is asking these days...)

David Mamet said:

"we live in oppressive times. We have, as a nation, become our own thought police; but instead of calling the process by which we limit our expression of dissent and wonder "censorship," we call it "concern for commercial viability."

wouldn't we agree that as malaysians we as a nation have the above malaise more than poor ole david mamet... we can't even live with an ex-prime minister ranting about his successor. instead we have to come out with loud statements of support and meet the current pm at the airport whenever he comes back from holiday... but we don't even consider how a man who was making sense some 4 years ago (that ex) has suddenly apparently stopped making sense - don't get me wrong. i don't support either one of them... all i'm saying is how come we accept everything our administration (both current and past) does without question... and if we doe question them, then how come it doesn't come out in the press that such questions are being asked? and why do we not ask how come such things are not being reported.. take today's newspapers... the new straits times has as its headlines, azalina's statement that they are still going on with the sports complex in uk. but hang on.. she seems to be replying to somebody ... and the report actually says, despite opposition, they are going to go on with the project... but what's the opposition? who is opposing it? why are they opposing it? why can't i read it in the paper as well? why are you not asking this question also? why why why????

don't get me wrong... i'm not ranting for the sake of ranting. i'm making noise because this is something i feel passionate about, and sometimes it feels like i'm the only one in this rocking boat...

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Goddess

okay, okay, i confess - i'm sorry. i've been holding out on you. you didn't know that i was a goddess right? well i am baby. should have told you earlier but somehow, the topic never came up. please don't hold it against me ok.

so anyhow, now that secret is out of the bag...

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Beware the Sports Day

so much has been going on in my life recently that i've not had the time to update this blog on all of it... and one of the things that i totally forgot to blog about was gitanjali's sports day. her school had a sports day, the saturday before we left for kinabalu, and it was amazing - at least it was for me, b'cos u know - it's just a kindergarten, i never expected a sports day on the level that they had... there were tents overflowing with parents, a march past in which all the kids (except for gitanjali's class) took part, a marching band (!!!), and gold medallions for the kids who participated... it was so cool. so absolutely cool. i kid you not. it's a kindergarten... (Trinity Methodist Kindergarten)... they even had all the kids perform the hand waving dance ( really don't know what this dance is called but its where oodles of kids line up and do some form of waving their hands and bodies up and down).. it was really impressive (in case you haven't figured it out by now). they even sold nasi lemak and ice cream...

it started at about 9am (which is when i was beig impressed) but i have to admit that by 10.30 i was also sweaty and tired. it didn't help that to my utter mortification, i was part of gitanjali's sports event - now a word of advice to other parents and potential parents out there - don't do this. do not take part in your children's sporting events. if they are going to race with a pillow on their head, or with an egg in a spoon or whatever it is that children do at sports days - well and good. admirable even. stand at the side, cheer them on, clap for them and take some photos, but in no circumstances should you allow yourself to be conned (as i was) into being part of the bloody event.

so, the event - i had to stand half way down this field (with 3 other similarly duped moms). huge field by the way. gitanjali and 3 other kids at starting line. whistle goes off, they are supposed to run to us, drink a whole bottle of vitagen (what is that some 200ml? who comes up with these ideas? do you know how long it takes to drink 200 ml of juice? so long ok...), and then both mom and kid are supposed to run to finish line.

of course that's the theory - it probably works in some other kind of galaxy. in reality, in this galaxy, the only thing that went according to plan was that the kids ran to their respective moms - G ran over, hugged me, and proceeded to enjoy her vitagen. she savoured it as only a true vitagen connoisseur would.

she intermittently sat on my knee or walked around me as she enjoyed the breeze, and sight of hundreds of people staring at her ( or the sound of my voice desperately trying to coax her to finish the bloody thing.. 200 ml would you figure...)... the kids to my left and right weren't doing any better, and one ran off a quarter way through the vitagen to the desperate pleas of her mom... anyway, finally she finished her juice, and then..... ran off. in the opposite direction.

in the abso-blooming-lutely the wrong direction. all over the field. with me in hot pursuit.

the sight of me chasing her, apparently made it more fun, b'cos she speeded up and ran away some more if that's possible... sigh.

did i mention that thousands of people were staring at us? all with camcorders and cameras. probably went and submitted it for america's funniest kids or something... probably millions of people have seen the ghastly sight by now... sigh.

did i also mention that i finally caught her, and brought her to get her medallion, and that she ran away again just before they gave her the medallion... don't really want to talk about it anymore. probably shall be traumatised until the next sports day.

oh, did i mention that the word in the stands was that she would have won, but her mom didn't train her properly? did i sigh already? life is difficult for mothers, is all i can say;

(all this time my husband was loitering with kumar behind some tree wondering what to have for breakfast...)

this sad incident aside, the other highlight of the sports day was that i met someone who read my blog... i was just walking around eating my breakfast, and recovering from the debacle, when sham introduced me to someone, who looked at me and said, oh, i've read your blog...

i think the word in the english language that would best describe my reaction would be GGGAArrgghh! it was scary to say the least, to meet an absolute stranger, who knows how you think, how u feel about your life, your child, your husband, yourself really. i felt naked, and yet it was .... how shal i put it.... i really think the best way to say it is GGGAAargggghh!

So now you know. if you happen to meet me, please make sure i'm not eating or drinking anything before you tell me you read my blog... it's for the best really...

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

up the mountain



ooof. i've been away from here for too long, haven't i? but if you've been checking my office blog, you'd know that i was away in kk last week. yes i was...

moo, kavi and shan together with lourdes and kalai decided to climb mt. kinabalu - gitanjali and i went along for a holiday... and holiday we did. the poor dears went off trudging up the mountain (and apparently there were moments when they were holding on to the trees b'cos they were too tired to go on) on their quest to conquer the mountain, whilst G and i had oodles and poodles of fun, fun, fun...

Day 1

we were in mount kinabalu for 6 days, and my dears - it was lover-ly.... (can't you just hear me singing it?) the first 2 days we stayed in mesilau nature resort, which iw about 2500 metres above sea level ( the key word here being 'about') - this resort is located slightly more than half way on the mountain, and its is amazing. its nestled in the jungle, and the temp. when we were there ranged from 8 degrees to 12 degrees, which for us was pretty cold (brrr)!

however the europeans were happily sauntering around in tanks tops and shorts, while we burrowed deeper into our jackets... the air was so fresh - you almost feel that this is it - the place where they (the fresh air producers) actually manufacture and produce the fresh air, before they ship it down to us folks in kl, packaged in smog and carbon monoxide...

it made my skin tingle, and my soul burst into song to be there - just gorgeous - i could live there forever, except i would miss all the business of my daily life, i guess, and all the nice yummy people i love...

dawn is about 5.30 there, as opposed to whatever time dawn breaks over here - must be at least some 5 years since i last woke up for dawn in kl - am not a morning person at all - but i was waking up latest by 6 every day in the mountain - now i know, its not that i'm not a morning person - i'm just not a kl morning person - now i know how heidi felt when they tried to take her away from the mountain...



anyway, am obviously blathering... wait, wait - am going to tell you about rest of holiday... so anyway, gitanjali and i spent 3 days there - the rest of them lot having gone off to climb the peak on day 2... there was nothing at all to do... we would get up early, go have breakfast at the restaurant (which was up some hill), then i would read a book, while G (honestly when i named her, i didn't have a blog, and never knew it would be such a hassle to type her name every 2 sentences, otherwise might have contempleted naming her with a shorter name...), would sit with me and blow bubbles (being a genius, i had brought her soap bubbles along).. or play... or colour, or read a book of her own (she knows all her books by heart, and so can do a very good imitation of reading one on her own)... so nice..

kinabalu park

on day 2, we went to kinabalu park which is further down the mountain from mesilau nature resort - it isn't as cold, and has a lot more activities - we went for a jungle walk (which in itself deserves a post - it was so good - gitanjali won praises from our guide who was extremely impressed that a not-yet-3 year old could trek for half an hour through jungle terrain without complaining) and a tour of their conservatories (where we saw stuffed animals including an orangutan, a crocodile, some snakes, some squirrels, a mousedeer, some birds, an anteater, a jungle cat - all of whom had died for a good cause obviously - i.e to enable G to look at them)- we also did a spot of souvenir shopping - i must say, we were treated like distant relatives of royalty throughout our visit, which was very nice - we had our own personal guide to walk with us and show us around - she even shopped with us, don't play play...

we also went to a strawberry farm where we saw one elderly strawberry... felt slightly cheated about that, but what to do? apparently the rest had been plucked for jam (which is also a good cause if you like jam)... obviously the people at the strawberry farm had not heard about us being almost royalty, otherwise they would have spared us a few strawberries on the plants...

Poring Hot Springs

day 3 - we transferred to poring hot springs, which is further down the mountain - back to warm weather during the day, although the nights were still a little nippy. unfortunately the chalet we got was "not renovated" hence no air-con and no hot water. also it had too many insects... which can be great if you are a bit of an insectologists, but otherwise translates to cockroaches trying to land in your hair...uggghh! apart from the invasion from the insect world, which generally took place at night, our great holiday became greater... we actually had to walk into the forest, across a gushing stream via lovely suspended bridge to get to the restaurant where we had our daily meals. this restaurant was everything that you could want it to be, underpopulated, and overstaffed with nice people and all rustic with greenery all around. this restaurant also had as one of its charms, a giant black stag beetle (it just sits in the fern all day, and didn't move except when it rained - hence i found it charming) - we actually went and stroked it, which if you know me at all - is a v. big deal, ok...

anyway, we spent the time just lazing around, making friends and swimming, waiting for the mountaineers to turn up... which they did late evening on day 4.

Return of the Mountaineers

they came back, weary and smelly (apparently the taps in laban rata, the place they stayed on the mountain before they ascended the peak, had been running ice water), with certificates ...moo, kavitha, kalai and lourdes had reached the peak (which is 4095.2 metres), whilst shan had to stay back in laban rata due to an old knee injury which acted up... they all had stories to tell, which i have decided not to repeat based on the hearsay rule. they shall have to post it if they want it told... dinner was good, and we all had tapai to celebrate -even G had banana milk shake that aspired to be tapai

the mountain man

lourdes is the mountain man, - i've been told that there has been an official movement to rename Low's peak (which is the highest summit in mt kinabalu), Lourdes' peak...

the day after the return

we had a really eventful day. we got up by 7, had breakfast (pancakes, eggs, sausages, noodles), then went off to find the canopy bridge - it was a walk uphill through the jungle (amid a chorus of groans from the mountaineers) - we walked up 485 metres, to find the first of 3 suspended canopy bridges all suspended from the tallest trees i have ever seen - the view from the top - outstanding... i don't have anymore superlatives to describe the beauty from up there... we forgot to take the camera, so don't have any pictures to show you - guess you'll have to go see for yourself...

we walked back from the bridges and went to enjoy the hot springs.. and just sat around in tubs of hot water for an hour, after which, kavi, shan, gitanjali and i went off to the pool - it was a sliding pool, and we had so much fun... fantabulous

after the pool, we had lunch, and then we were off to the nabalu flea market to shop... we finished that, took some photos of the mountain, and came back in time for dinner and tapai for dessert.

we shall be back

we woke up the next morning, had breakfast, and said our goodbyes to the mountain and the lovely people we had met, with promises to return... the mountain taught us so many things about ourselves and the people we went with... did i tell you that i had a wonderful time already? i did... fuiiyyoohh! (credit has to be given to this fab website that had the best photos of mt. kinabalu)

Friday, April 28, 2006

always remember

if god brings you to it, god will bring you through it...

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Happy New Year & Easter

am somehow free today, hence my burst of blogging (i knew you were wondering).

Happy New Year everyone (if you didn't know, its tamil, punjabi and malayalee new year tommorow)

Also, Happy Easter, and may all your eggs be covered in chocolate

books we are reading now

american gods by neil gaiman - which is so absolutely brilliant. love it - its one of those books which you want to finish as soon as possible, while at the same time, dread finishing, because then it'll be over... like a sumptuously sinfully creamy cheesecake...chilled and soft and luscious on your tongue and beautiful on the plate.... sigh... need one now i think.

i'm also re-reading book one of spike milligan's (one of my all time fav. writers) war memoirs which is called- Hitler and my part in his downfall. its really dangerous to read this one in public - simply b'cos it is soooo hilarious. lunatic and hilarious. nearly got myself cited for contempt of court the other day - was reading it, while waiting for my matter to be called up, and had to turn my laugh into a burst of coughing... v. difficult i can tell you...

gitanjali is reading "Is your mama a llama", which she loves as well as "I love you stinky face", which she adores.

localised rant

i'm a Hindu. and proud of it. i have always had deeply personal relationship with God, and He has always been there to hold my hand through all my ups and downs. i pray everywhere and aywhere, as and when i feel i need to address something... this has got something to do with the way i was brought up, but i guess it also has a lot to do with the fact that i am a nitwit, who would forget my own head if it hadn't been screwed on... i.e if i didn't address issues as and when they arise, i'm likely to forget to do so entirely...

i grew up mainly in penang and kl and the only thing that bothered me about being a Tamil Hindu in Malaysia was that there was no community to fall back on. i mean there are hindus all around, but no organisation or structure as such. each temple has its own committee and practises, and temple committees have essentially been about power play, and who gets to make the most money...

my christian friends who belonged to individual churches - (and this is the thing, i don't BELONG to any temple or place - i am free to roam and graze, shepherd-less) had church activities, church friends, structured religious education, church support groups and choir practise...

my ismaili friend has got structured religious curriculum for her children, organised prayer meetings, women's groups, kids groups, a fully organised all year calendar that is centered around their prayer group, and all sorts of other wonderful stuff...

prayer meetings and religion for them was not only about worshipping God, but also about finding a sense of self and understanding where you are coming from... it was about having an extended "family" over and above the ones you are born with.. (now i know this can be a double edged sword, as sometimes you already have enough with the family you come with, and don't need anymore, thank you very much... but for kids, its nice)

frankly i've always been envious about all this, and now that i have a child, i wish it was possible to be able to give her some of that...

the good thing however is that i was brought up by my mom, who considers herself one of the "puthumai penn" (new women) envisioned by the poet Bharathi - she is liberated for her era, and has always taught me that i should question and understand all that i am told. hence, my religious education, under her tutelage, has always been comprehensive, in that i know the whys and the wherefores, and have never been asked to do something based on the "that's how its done. just do it" logic.

however, i have since come to realise that not every Hindu is so lucky, and hence you will find people doing a large number of things (some of them quite strange), without having a clue why they are doing it in the first place... and a lot of times, people mix up culture with religion with old wives tales, and you just get a confused lot...

the tamil hindu community in malaysia is going through a difficult era and wresting with a large number of social ills. i feel that adequate and proper religious and community support would help alleviate this problem. This is a time when we should be doing our level best to bring our young people into the temples and away from the streets - when we should seek to divert the young towards God and nobler pursuits. We should have more structured temple activities, targeted at the youth... encouraging them to come in and "party", structured religious education, community activities etc

In the circumstances, I was deeply disturbed to hear that a Hindu temple in Ipoh has taken to posting a notice outside its walls, dictating that within the temple premises, Punjabi suits are to be worn by for North Indian women whilst South Indian women should wear sarees.

Temple committees should be picking their brains on how best to serve the community. As the elders of the community, they have a deep responsibility to the people they serve. As such, they should think about the messages they are sending out with their actions. Do we really want to teach our young, discrimination and segregation? What does it matter which part of India I am from? Am I not allowed to pray in peace in whatever outfit suits my fancy? Isn’t it better to have our young going to the temples instead of the shopping malls?

It looks like we’re not really interested in getting the young people into the temples. We don’t really care what they do or where they go. The primary concern is that if by some miracle they do turn up at our temple, they had better be dressed right. We’ll tell them off, and next time they’ll know better than to come in here…

Is this really the day and age when we should tell our people how they should dress when they come to worship God? Will God be offended if a woman in jeans came in and prayed (As i do all the time)? What should I do if I am deeply distressed and need some solace? Apparently the answer to this, is that I should rush home and change first…

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

the gods are smiling on me today, after a short frowning spell. my trial got postponed! Yay!!! feel drained though as have spent the whole week dreading this trial. am suddenly free tomorrow (my trial was supposed to go on the whole of today and tomorrow). felt like escaping from office but here i am, staring at a whole load of work. AAaaaaarrrrggghhhh! i need a break. we are trying to get away on friday. where are we off to, i hear you ask?

it's not very clear at the moment, i must say. initially we were supposed to be off to singapore - night safari and sentosa island and 2 days chilling in kumar's house in JB. then we realised that this weekend is going to be a long weekend in jb as sultan's birthday. it will apparently be a mda house, so whole plan was vetoed. then moo mooted the idea of going to cherating ... yippee, beaches, the sea, seafoood, gitanjali.. suddenly i walk in today, and he's asking whether we should go to penang... koay teow, beaches, shopping...

ugh! its terrible. the thing is i have v. imaginative brain. so the moment, singapore was on the cards, there i was imagining the whole thing, actually enjoying the thought of taking G to the night safari for the first time... the underwater world etc... then i had to erase that thought and visions of a lazy weekend with the sun and sea played in my mind. nobody's too young for the beach and everytime is like the first time (at least it is for me), so off i went thinking of the beach everytime thoughts of today's trial intruded on my brain. suddenly i walk in, and the whole thing derailed and i was told to think of penang.... cis. am not even excited anymore, as god knows what moo will suggest tomorrow.....

shall not think of it till i have to start packing... probably should not think of it till i get in the car.. speaking of which, moo's new car is coming today. ok, so its not new, but new to us, yeah? he's getting a 10 year old bmw 528.

by the way, i have somehow misplaced my phone, so am uncontactable. am in the depths of despair (as i'm sure you can tell). have dark thoughts that gitanjali has kept it in one of her 300 handbags, and has since forgotten about it... so there..

Thursday, March 16, 2006

a mid week laugh

The Middle Wife By an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher.

I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a few years back. When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it to school and talk about it, they're welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot of an infant. "This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.

First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there.. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord." She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement. "Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, oh, oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. "She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh! Now the kid's doing this hysterical duck walk, holding her back and groaning. "My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man."

"They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this." Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall. "And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!" This kid has her legs spread and her little hands are miming water flowing away. It was too much! "Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push, and breathe, breathe." "They started counting, but never even got past ten." "Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff, they all said was from Mom's play-center! , so there must be a lot of stuff inside there." Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I'm sure I applauded the loudest.

Ever since then, if it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another Erica comes along.

my day with gitanjali

I’ve been on the run the last two weeks, just juggling all my responsibilities. School holidays have started, and suddenly I too have a child on holiday… couldn’t do anything with her Monday and Tuesday as I had a trial. Hung out with her yesterday though, and I must say, we had a nice time. We went to visit my in-laws for breakfast, then went off to an Indian bookshop to get some books for gitanjali and a tamil alphabet poster. Then we came in to the office and indulged in some water colouring after which we had lunch. The whole office (excepting Mehala, pramo and I) went off on a durian excursion… but came back sadly disappointed as there were no durians in bangsar…

gitanjali quote of the day: “its so ie’tating mom. Where did they go – they didn’t tell me where they’re going you know. Its very itating (that “irritating” for the uniniated)”

I’m suddenly “mom” by the way… don’t know whether it’s the influence of school or tv

After lunch we read one of gitanjali’s new books.

Then we went off with moo and kalai to the bmw showroom in sungai besi to buy her papa a bmw. We’ve paid a downpayment for a 10 year old bmw 528, and shall be picking it up next week. Must say its looking v. nice. nice plates… WNsomething 300.

Came back and she had a nap after which we arranged some photos in a new photo frame and learned a little bit of the tamil alphabet. So much for our day yesterday. Sounds mundane but it was fun….

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

i like this story

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked Pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.


(Aaaawwww! cho chweet no? i'm a bit of a cracked pot too. hope i've made your life interesting... ;-)

general rant

gosh, february galloped past us in a hurry. feels like it just dashed off like that without so much as a see you tomorrow or bye - and now they tell me it's march.... tsk tsk tsk. not sure whether i approve of all this... have been so busy the last couple of weks that i didn't have the time to engineer the holiday i really need. we were planning to go off to bangkok mid march but it looks we'll have to shelve that now. both our diaries are chock a block full. the days that i'm not in court, he's in court. and the terrible thing is that i know that when the actual dates roll around, the hearings will be postponed... what to do? such is the life of a litigation lawyer...

shall try and plan something for april as we need to get away badly - if you remember, we stuck around the whole of december while everyone else went off on their breaks, and then renovated through chinese new year holidays, so now we need a break badly. terribly... NOW - today.

feels like i'm due for a major service, with oil changes, new spark plugs and an overhaul if possible...

oh, it looks like the kinabalu trip is on. moo, kavi, shan, kalai and another couple are climbing mt. kinabalu in may. gitanjali and i are going along for the ride... ;-). of course its a break technically but since the others are viewing it as a mountaineering adventure, so shall i. am not climbing up for gitanjali reasons...

so am still eligible for break in april or sooner. the sooner the better. am getting grouchy in my old age already.

am feeling fat today. fat fat fat... wish i could be the kind of person who doesn't have to eat. pre-gitanjali, i could eat anything, and still remain slender... Huh! those days are long gone now. obviously was cursed by everyone i knew during that period and it has now come back to haunt me in the masses of my body fat and my double chin... why why why? inside it still feels like i have a fantastic bod, but the mirror tends to disagree... sigh... sadly exercising is against my personal religion or i would attempt it. the other day saw a lady on oprah going on about exercising with your kids, and how she won the ms. bikini title after that.

tried it at home and gitanjali sat on me when i did my crunches, tickled me and attempted to jump up and down on me as i was doing some kind of stomach exercise (ouch ouch ouch)... would like to meet that lady... will give her a piece of my mind, i can tell you. exercise with your kids konon...

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

back home and happy

my apartment is done, and we're back home. Hurrah! my husband and gitanjali are soooo happy to be back home, that i have to smile... we didn't do major renovations - it's just a small flat, but the work that we've done has made it more comfortable. we re-tiled all the bits that were hideously tiled by the developer before and its nice now, i must say. and for some insane reason, we never had a ceiling fan in the hall... only the air-conditioner...so we went and fixed it as well - 7 1/2 years of living there, and it finally hit us that maybe, living in the tropics and all, we need a fan... what can i say, we're a wacky couple... a little slow, but much cooler now, thank you

have not managed to go visit sham or inarah as gitanjali and i still have runny noses and lots of pleghm. the doc has been very strict and told sham that she must at all costs avoid any kind of infections to inarah's system so we have been on the phone when we can. it's difficult when moo is around as he is some sort of a nut and hates to see me hanging on the phone - even when the issue of cost is not involved. also he has been around all the time. have been feeling slightly claustrophobic i must say. you know, though you may have thought otherwise, its not so easy to work with your live in partner after all - in my case, simply b'cos sometimes i have no privacy. he's there all the time. and he's a jealous partner in the sense that he wants me to himself all the time - i have taken to making plans for myself on those days when he's otherwise occupied. thankfully he has a whole lot of activities that keep him out of my hair enough to let me breath... cis! i sound as if i'm talking about my baby instead of my husband. such is the life of a married woman...

Monday, January 23, 2006

Letter to sharini

hello dear

so nice to hear from you and a proper letter at that. not just a group e-mail. am proud of you. keep it up. nolah, turns out i was not 3 days pregnant after all last month. however i could be 3 days pregnant again. won't know if i am preggers till the 3rd.. you know what's the strangest thing? i really did feel pregnant last month...i was nauseous and quesy and absolutely could not stand any smells at all. i was in a friend's new bmw, and never knew that the smell of new leather could be that terrible. had to hang my head out the window the whole ride... everyone was getting excited about it, and then suddenly on new year's eve, it stopped... the whole lot of symptoms... as if someone turned off a switch. and then i got my period on the 3rd. didn't realise i was hoping to get pregnant until it stopped, so now it's back to the drawing board... so much hard work... you can't imagine the tediousness of it all -sex, sex and more sex... ;) have not had such fun in a long time...

uurrgghh you poor thing. i can still remember the london weather. crappy is an understatement. i think it would be ok if at least it was pretty, but its not is it? just horribly grey and not enough snow to make a white snowman... it's been pretty cold here as well (if you can read that without laughing your head off..) - really. it's been raining and raining and raining and we are sleeping at night without the air-cond!!!! but that has come to an end, and now it's blazing again...

i hope you get a nice job or have a baby soon so you don't have to have a job at all ( my ambition of course... but obviously something that will never happen as my staff will probably run away from my husband if i'm not here - as it is, the thought of me being pregnant again has scared them, as apparently they can't imagine the 2 months of my maternity leave... according to my associate, who was with us when i delivered gitanjali, it was terrible for her, simply b'cos she didn't know what to do with him ... )


things are a bit topsy turvy for me at the moment. so many things are happening. i have to say that the crisis i had with my husband in october has somehow been the very thing that we needed to jumpstart our relationship (although until it happened, i didn't know we had stalled). suddenly he is more in love with me than ever, and he really cherishes me - it's as if we're dating again ... dunno lah. i guess god loves me a lot... my personal life is on a high. he (moo, not god) bought me a pearl and diamond necklace for my birthday last week, don't play play...

however my friend shamira has just had her baby girl (her name is Inarah - which means light out of darkness), and we've discovered that she's what is called a "blue baby". she has a hole in the heart and some other complications... which means that she has to have some kind of major open heart surgery to block the whole and open up some artery - however they won't do it in malaysia until her weight is at least 7.5kg.. it's terrible. sham is just sitting there and crying (post natal depression is not helping, and neither is her 3 year old daughter, who suddenly needs her mama to do everything for her).. aiyo, it is terrible. she called me to ask me to do something for her, and i couldn't do it b'cos i was rushing to work, and she just started sobbing.... aaaaarrrrgggh. she's a really strong person and for me it's terrible to see her like this, and know that there is nothing i can do to make it better... am praying and praying but don't know what else to do. am feeling useless. the doctors have advised her to make sure the baby doesn't catch any kind of infection, so am afraid to visit her as well (have mild sore throat). also feel that my being there might make her cry, and my current ambition seems to be not to make her cry... don't know whether correct or not, as sometimes crying is good for you...

on top of all of this, we have had to move out of our flat - we are renovating it - and can't live there with gitanjali while they are painting it and tiling it, not unless the contractor wants a 2 year old assistant, which so far he has failed to indicate... problem is this renovation was already planned in december, so can't back out of it now just b'cos of sham...moo won't understand it...also after living there for 7 1/2 years, it is almost as if the place has decided to call it quits. suddenly all the pipes aren't working and the paint is awful, and i don't know. it has somehow detiorated overnight...we are putting up at my in-laws place as they have gone for a visit to the u.s.

gitanjali at least is having fun - it's almost as if she thinks we've gone camping.. moo however is taking it badly, he is a home bee and needs to be at home, so everyday he looks in wistfully at the flat...hoping that by some miracle the work will finish before the full 10 days.
then, on top of it all, we met a contractor the other day to figure out how much it would cost to build my house in puchong, and this guy tells us - for a basic house, we're looking at between 500k to 800k... suddenly moo has taken to buying lottery tickets and is stressed about whole house building thing...he actually bought 5 bigsweep tickets yesterday.. to show him that i am a supportive wife, i bought one as well...looks like it will be the only way my house is going to be built.

next week is chinese new year. this is the year of the dog, and like all the other years, will involve lots of eating apparently. have ordered some cookies just in case nobody gives us any. also shall be yee sang-ing in the office at some point. we are closed the whole of next week because of some bizarre awal muharam, federal territory day coincidence...

so that's all my news, the good, the bad and the lottery ;) catch you later alligator
bye,

sri

Monday, January 09, 2006

happy new year dearies

so much hass happened since i last blogged that it looks like i'll have to do a bullet point list to update you. it's always the case isn't it? whenever i have the time to blog, nothing is happening. when things start jumping, i'm so busy running around i haven't got time to look at a pc, much less blog. so let's see, what is you don't know? latest things first ok, so...

sham had a baby girl on saturday.

i was there. for some reason (not entirely clear to me or sham at the material time), she didn't have an epidural but opted for a pethadine jab. (to digress - i had an epidural when i delivered gitanjali, and my labour was a breeze. really easy. no problemo.) sham had an epidural for alysha, so this promised to be different. fyi - an epidural numbs the lower half of your body and magically takes the pain away. i was woken up by the nurses and informed that i was about to deliver at any time.. Magic.

boy was it different...it was absolutely different. the pushing and pain she was going through was like something on tv...there was a point when i thought sham was going to smack the doctor and tell everyone "enough of this already, i'm going to stop doing this and go home now"... but then suddenly the baby's head came out and it was absolutely amazing... the miracle of birth right before my eyes...wow. it was pretty deep, i can tell you. baby looked just like alysha did when she was born. did i tell you it was amazing? it was you know... felt like i was giving birth, because obviously when the G was born, i couldn't see what was going on down there...god, it was so gory...blood everywhere...

fact for the day? did you know the umbilical cord looks like a telephone cord? a white slighly bloody one, but nevertheless a telephone cord. all curly and everything... also in view of the number of people who walk in and out looking casually at your vagina as you push and heave, have decided to get a brazillian wax for my next delivery...