Friday, December 22, 2006

Adults?

I went for a pap smear this morning. Not the most comfortable thing and not something one would voluntarily do...but nonetheless, important and essential. It's one of those things that remind you that you are in fact, an adult. Like having a mortgage and car repayments. When we were kids, we were sometimes in such a hurry to grow up...but now...we long for those days where life was simple and care-less....

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

One of Them



I've joined the IPod revolution...I'm officially 'one of them'..

Thursday, December 07, 2006

The Big 3-0

My birthday is coming up soon. Hurrrahhh!
I didn't have any plans at first, nothing special..just the usual dinner with family and close friends. But now I am thinking that I should plan something bigger. It is after all, the big 3-0. A change in the frontal digit only comes once in 10 years. Cause for celebration indeed, if you ask me! Let me give it a thinker...

I will be on leave as well on that day. Am thinking of going for a facial or massage and getting my nails done... Indulge.... And what presents am I hoping for? ;-) Had planned to get myself something EXTRA NICE and UBER COOL.

Hubby, Friends: Any physical (or monetary) gift(s) would be greatly appreciated. Otherwise....your promised tokens of LOVE & FRIENDSHIP for the year to come will be accepted too....

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

The Pretender

I'm tired of pretending to be interested in things that I am not really interested in....

Senses

The thing about having a cold is that it mucks up all your other senses. Yesterday afternoon, I had for lunch..what looked like a really scrumptious meal of sizzling sweet and sour fish. But it was...just meaty and bland and not tasty at all...

I also started to have some kind of imbalance in my ears. Occasionally, if I swallowed or took a breathe, it felt like pressure was being relieved in my ears..kind of like when you are in an airplane. Weird.

The other night, I had a wee accident. I had been driving my dad's Perdana and was parking it in our driveway. I'm used to expertly parking my small Mobila in that spot and imagine my eyes widening when I heard a bang that night. The right hand side of the perdana had hit a post in the middle of the parkway. The sound of metal brushing against metal...all I could do was gasp and call for my hubby to move the car. Hoping that it can magically undo what I had done and there was not much damage to the car. Alas, the car did not escape unscathed. There were scratches and spots of peeled paint. And it's probably going to need a little bit of hammering to get it back to shape. Still hubby said that he'd seen worse.

Can I say that it was the cold? It affected my sense of spacial judgement?

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Wireless in the City

I am wireless in Midvalley Cititel. Baby is down for the night, hubby has gone to catch a late show of Casino Royale...This is rare, alone in a big hotel room, wide awake with nothing to do except stare at baby sleeping and wonder if I'll get personal shopping time tomorrow....

Friday, November 17, 2006

One Year Old

We are one year old on 16th November 2006! Baby is one year old and we are one year old as parents.

Hubby asked me the other day, 'So how has it been, being a parent for one year and nine months now?' I thought it was sweet that he included the nine months as well. I've been trying to comprehend an elegant answer to the question. One thing is for sure..I never knew I could love someone so much.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

51 Weeks


I received this in my email this morning:

"Hi azlina! One more week and your little baby will be one year old! Next week we'll be sending you your last issue of BabyWeekly's smart e-newsletter. Best of luck to you, rizwan and your not-so-little angel!"

I actually let out a small gasp when I read the bit about next week's last issue. There was a kind of sadness and anxiousness then. I had signed up for these BabyWeekly newsletters, since before my precious was born. And there was always anticipating fun to check the newsletters, to read about baby's progress from week to week and tips on bringing up baby, etc. The development progress were most of the time, quite accurate. I would be reading the newsletters and thinking, 'how did they know??'. It has been a part of my weekly ritual for the past year.

Might sound like I am making a big deal out of this but..that last issue next week..will be more than a last issue. It will mark baby's first birthday, our first year as parents, a significant milestone for our family and the hopes of many more joyous and precious moments to come.

"azlina, think back to this time, one year ago: You were in your last weeks of your pregnancy, uncomfortable, and wondering what your baby would look like."

Yes! Around about this time last year, I was lugging my huge belly around, waiting to pop at any moment. And yes, I was wondering a lot. Wondering what baby will look like, wondering how I will be as a mommy, wondering how life is gonna take a 360 turn. Life has taken more than a 360 turn, it's sooo much better than I could have imagined.

"At Yasmin Anne's birthday party, guests may enjoy making predictions about her future personality and life path. You may have more of your own predictions based on your observations over the year. Is Yasmin Anne showing some of your traits or rizwan's?"

Ooh yes, she's definitely ours!

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Life is Good



We should enlarge and frame this picture and put it on our wall at home. As a reminder, that despite the problems we think we are facing, despite the bad days...life is actually..GOOD!

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Eid Mubarak

It's Hari Raya morning. And here I am, writing in my blog, of all things that one would do on Raya morning.

The original plan was to wake up mega early to cook Nasi Minyak and Ayam Masak Madu. Instead, lying and sleeping lightly in the cool, quiet of our room, looking at baby and hubby sleeping, got the better of me. I got up at 530am, ironed and prepared our baju raya..and then put clothes in the laundry and then cooked up some porridge for baby. Once I was done with all that, it was nearly 630am and the brothers in law were already preparing for sembahyang raya, so I had to go wake hubby and take a bath myself...by which time hubby had to leave for the mosque and I have to look after baby...there she is, still in her sweet slumber. So, nasi minyak has to wait, i guess...

It's our first raya with baby..we have many firsts this year...

To everyone reading, Eid Mubarak, Maaf Zahir Batin and enjoy your holidays...

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Write It Yourself

I love writing. But I don't like writing for other people. You see, last week a colleague asked me to help write and edit speeches for the VIPS for an upcoming conference. I bluntly told her that I did not like writing speeches for other people, that they should really write their own stuff. And so, she explained to me about how these VIPs are busy, they usually do have someone who will write their speeches for them but they need our help and input so that they have an idea about what to talk about. So, I reluctantly agreed to help her.

Yesterday, my fellow Toastmasters club member informed me that there was a request for us to help prepare speeches for another upcoming event. The deadline was 'the sooner the better'. So again, I am stuck with this task to write a keynote address and message for some minister. I should probably charge them for my writing!

I once wrote a speech for my boss, the Dean of our school. I thought I had done a pretty good job on the speech. I put in a lot of effort to make it interesting, relevant and inciteful. But then, when he read it out at the event.... he read it like a robot. With no intonation what so ever. His punctuations were all at the wrong places. The speech, my speech did not come out having the impact it was supposed to have!

In Toastmasters, we not only learn about techniques to deliver a speech but we also learn to write our own speeches. One of the key elements we learn is that to deliver a good speech you need to speak with sincerity. It means that you must know what you are talking about, you must have a feel for it and believe it. Then only can the audience also believe in you. I fully believe this is so. How can one deliver a speech with sincerity if it was actually written by someone else? You will be merely reading out loud.

There are many good speakers out there. Some, even though they probably did not write their own speeches, they still do some homework to make sure they deliver the speeches well. I remember Bernard Dompok, whilst delivering his opening speech in a conference on Artificial Intelligence, started his speech by saying that before that he thought AI stood for Artificial Insemination! Then there's the Chancellor of UMS, in one of the convocation ceremonies, he mentioned this beautiful line that I still remember...he was giving advice to the new graduates..he something of this sort

"For those of you who are having difficulties finding a job, or in your life in general...Don't think that God does not care about you. God has other plans for you.."

I nearly cried hearing that. At that moment, his delivery was with such sincerity that I fully believed that he prepared that speech himself.

There are many other great speakers out there...but my point is that, I still think speakers need to prepare their own stuff. No matter who they are or how busy they might be. I'm busy too...I have other stuff to wallow and write about than having to write some speech for someone I don't even know, who I probably will not even meet..and who might possibly ruin the speech I have so meticulously, patiently and sincerely crafted!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Talk to Me, Goose

Have you ever felt like talking to someone, but there was no one to talk to? Sounds sad, doesn't it?

I was driving home the other day, when I felt this sudden urge to talk to someone. I wanted to call my friend Rina, but I knew it was about the time she would be getting ready to go home from work. Similarly with my hubby. And so, I drove home accompanied only by Ros, the DJ on Mix FM and the voices in my head.

I suddenly thought of all those people I wish I could get in touch with. What with all my internet snooping prowess, there are still some who remain elusive. Here is a list of people I would desperately love to talk to (in no particular order):

1. Eddie Chau - my friend from my college days in Loughborough. British Chinese. He's working in Silicon Valley, USA as a programmer. Last time I met him was when I went to Manchester for my masters. He picked me up at the airport and brought me shopping! He used to call me here and also in Manchester. Haven't spoken or email him in ages. I should...

2. Ranggau Jules Muda - friend and penpal since we went for Titian Emas in 1992. Then fate brought us together when we both got sponsored by Shell to do our undergrad in the UK. Very funny dude. Used to write letters that made me laugh my head off and sent me weird birthday cards. Last I heard he was in Singapore, surfing and writing poetry.

3. Noorazlina Abu Bakar @ Noi - my lil sis in SBPS. Spent a lot of time together, chatting, jogging, eating. Had lots in common. Where is she now?

4. Azamima Razali - also friend from SBPS, though she moved to 'Malaysia' when we were in form 2 or form 3. Last saw her after SPM, if not mistaken. A kindred spirit and bosom pal.

5. Salisa Veerapun @ Mo - my Siamese friend, doing the same course in UMIST. Thank god, there was another girl on the course! Very artistic girl. I think she has a Phd by now!

6. Joanne Lee - my penpal when I was in primary 6 to around form 3. Australian Chinese. Got to know her from a chain letter thingy back then. She loved Tom Cruise too (back then).

So, if you're reading this, and you know these people or their whereabouts, help me jejak kasih please...It's such a small world, six degrees of separation right? Everyone, everything is somehow interconnected, so who knows, right.....

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Feelin Weird

You Are 50% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it!


Hehehehe! I look normal on the outside but really...I'm a weirdo and proud of it too!

Monday, July 31, 2006

Space

They say that Saggitarians crave adventure, freedom and independence. That's me alright. I want and need my very own wide open space.

Things have started to get a lot smaller nowadays. (Or am I getting bigger? Nahhh!) Our room is smaller. Between hubby and me, the two of us, we just have so much stuff. We've also put in an extra cot for Yasmin in the room, so she can play and we won't have to worry about her falling off the bed. And so...sempit oh!

Another thing, my car. My lovely-hardworking-all paid for in full!-car. I call 'her' Mobila. Mobila has been with me for almost 10 years now. But she's getting smaller. Went out with hubby and baby last week, and it was not comfortable. At least not for me. What with me, who's not so small, the baby car seat and the restless, curious, mobile baby herself all in the back...aiyooo! Even though I had just professed to friend that I will not buy another car til this one absolutely can not move anymore....I found myself starting to think of the MYvi of all cars!

Hmmm.... me wants more space...

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Wow



Sometimes I look at her laugh and scream and jump...and I wonder, 'You were once in my tummy?' Wow!

Wajib

I don't like this word much.

Wajib = Compulsory. Must. Mesti. Tidak boleh tidak.

Received an email this morning about a ceremony to be held this afternoon. And the ending clause read - 'Mohon kerjasama anda untuk mewajibkan diri untuk hadir..' ??? I won't try to translate that.

My office seems to love to use this word - wajib. I mean, even for some events that are clearly not related to us, we are told that attendance is compulsory! Why? If the event was important and meaningful, surely people would come, because they want to. But to attend something that has no relevance to you...and to be told that it is compulsory...I really don't like that!

Yes. You'd probably didn't think I'd have such a rebellious streak..

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Run Forrest Run!

Sometimes I have this sudden burst of energy and I just feel like ... running! It's like I need to release all that pent up energy. Perhaps that's how Forrest Gump felt!

My hubby says that perhaps I can channel that energy to do something else. Yeah...very wise, my hubby.

But to run is like...an immense sense of freedom. I like to imagine myself running on a stretch of beach, with no other soul around.. whisps of crisp air in my hair, the sun barely peeking out behind the clouds....I run and run and run...and breathe in that sense of freedom, feeling that all is good in this world.

Anyone wanna join me?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Thank you boys..

You know that scene at the end of the movie Dead Poet's Society, where Todd Anderson stands on his desk and hails to Mr Keating, 'OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN..' and most of his other classmates follow suit... And Mr Keating looks at them and says, 'Thank you boys...'

I love that scene. Pass the kleenex, please!

A few nights ago, I received an sms from a former student, who is about to graduate this coming August. He mentioned that working life is not nearly as exciting as compared to the student days (you think?). And he mentioned that he will always remember me. How nice. Perhaps because I am the only female lecturer in the program! Or perhaps because I am really, really nice! Yes, I think so. : ) Well, whatever the reason, it really means a lot to me.

Many of the students dropped by to see me before they left the university. Saying thanks, chatting about their past 4 years here and where they are headed next. It's a weird feeling each year, seeing these students move on and still being here. I shudder to think of myself being in the same position another 10 years along the road. But anyway, that's another blog all together.

There were two boys in particular that I really enjoyed talking to. I found out things that I never knew about them, I was amazed by them and they made me feel young again! And to me, this means so much. Meaningful conversations, really getting to know these students for who they are.. mean more to me than how many papers I publish, how many conferences I attend, whatever accolade or award I receive..

And for that, I want to say..'Thank you boys, thank you!'

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Good and Great

We were watching the French Tennis Open a few weeks back (before the foray which took over the minds of all men worldwide - AKA the World Cup). It was the semi final match between Roger Federer and David Nalbandian. Going into the second set, Nalbandian was leading 1 set and had broken Federer's serve. He looked to be on a winning streak. Federer was having a hard day. But then in the middle of that second set, something musta clicked in Federer because he started turning things around.

Chasing back to retrieve a Nalbandian lob he (Federer) invented an outrageous forehand winner almost with his back turned to the net. Nalbandian smiled in disbelief and Federer raised his arm in the air, finger aloft as if to say, 'That's why I'm number one.'

Following this extraordinary point won by Federer, my hubby then said something that caught my ear. He said, 'The difference between the good and great, is their imagination' Pwwwahhh...what an excellent thought. Indeed it was really an imaginative move. Under ordinary circumstances, that shouldn't have worked. I really love that phrase my hubby concocted...well done you!

Yes, Nalbandian is good...but Federer is one of the greatest tennis players ever - bordering on perfect. Federer went on to win that match but succumbed in the hands of one Rafael Nadal in the finals.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Soar

Last Monday, I delivered a speech during my Toastmaster's Club meeting. Actually, it was more of a reading. I was doing the Read Out Loud project from the Specialty Speeches manual and had chosen to read from the book Jonathan Livingston Seagull, by Richard Bach.

I first read the book about 7 years ago (that's how long I've been at UMS! that's long!), lent to me by my good friend Siva. It was a simple read and I don't remember having such a strong impression of it then.

Ran across the book sometime last year and bought a copy for myself. I had actually forgotten I had it. It was only when I was looking for a suitable book to read out loud for my project, that I found it again - hidden behind a stack of books on our shelves.

My reading project was to be of 12 - 15 minutes long. So I chose to read the introduction section of the book. And read here does not mean just reading. It was to be with full vocal variation, body gestures and actions, to give listeners a visual of the storyline.

Jonathan Livingston Seagull, the main character in the story is.. a seagull. But no ordinary one. Instead of living day in and day out, trying to compete with other seagulls for food..Jonathan indulges in his hobby - learning to fly, really FLY. Whilst, the ordinary seagulls just fly to and fro to their eating spot, Jonathan yearns to learn to fly at top speed, to do the loop, the inverted spin, the pinwheel. His parents urge him to stop the foolishness and to try and be an NORMAL seagull. And after crashing into the sea, time after time, he almost does give in. But alas, Jonathan has an epiphany and realizes he can do whatever he sets out to do.

Reading the passage from the book itself was exhilirating. This was the concluding passage from my reading:

His (Jonathan's) thought was triumph! It was a breakthrough, the greatest single moment in the history of the flock, an in that moment a new age opened for Jonathan Gull. How much more there is now to living! Instead of our drab slogging back and forth to the fishing boats, there's a reason to life! We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. We can be free! We can learn to fly!

My club members later told me that they felt as though they were flying too, as I was doing the reading. I swore - at that last line, I did feel my feet somewhat lift off the ground for a moment! Everyone loved my reading. I didn't realise it then, but the book truly is magical. There are many messages there that everyone can relate to. It's highly recommended.

For more info on the book -
For more info on Toastmasters - http://www.toastmasters.org/

Off the topic - it's actually one of my dreams to one day own a bookstore. And in the bookstore, I will have a reading corner, where children, adults, whoever, can read and listen to the many wonderous stories there are out there.

Boundaries

My darling baby Yasmin has gotten quite mobile now. We used to put pillows at the edges of our bed, to 'protect' her. No use these days. She has no trouble climbing over them! Whenever we put her on our bed, she'll be all excited to explore. She'll crawl to the top of the bed, hold on tight to the metal bedpost and attempt to pull herself up. More over, she'll start licking and 'chewing' on the metal! Else, she'll crawl to the edges of the bed, and peer over the edge..wanting to know what's at the bottom. Twice, we caught her only at the nick of time! I get quite exhausted chasing after her, actually. And this is nothing yet...wait til she can run!

Sometimes I feel bad and sorry for her. It's as though she really wants to explore, she really wants to climb, see, touch. But everytime, I have to carry her away. I tell her that I don't want her to fall of the edge, I don't want her to knock her head on the bedpost, don't want her to hurt herself.

At the same time, I think to myself, I want to be able to let her explore, learn and take in as much as we wants. I want to tell her that she can do anything that she wants. That she can reach and climb as far and as high as she desires. That anything and everything that she dreams and desires is attainable. I want her to know that there are no boundaries, no limits to want she can do in life.

Alas, I guess..it's just not that time yet.

For now, mommy and daddy just have to set some boundaries, to protect you, darling baby. Soon, darling, soon.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Destined for Greater Things!

Ahah!

You Should Be a Film Writer

You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.
You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.
Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.
And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!

It's a Beautiful Day!

Your Theme Song is Beautiful Day by U2

"Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away"

You see the beauty in life, especially in ordinary everyday moments.
And if you're feeling down, even that seems a little beautiful too.

Friday, February 10, 2006

I Wanted to Be a Paediatrician..

Last night, as I was getting ready to leave for my Toasties meeting, Yasmin started to cry. As it was almost her feeding time, I assumed that she was hungry. And so, I got ready to feed her using expressed breastmilk in the bottle. But she was still crying and she didn't want to take the bottle. So then I tried giving her the boob instead, still she wasn't drinking. The crying got frantic, up to a point where she seemed to be losing her voice. We had noticed that she had a blocked nose since the day before and thought that this might be the cause. And so, we decided to whisk her to see a doctor.

We hadn't really been to a paediatrician before and had to decide which doctor to go to. Go back to SMC where Yasmin was born? We weren't sure if the 'paed' would be available at night. The outpatient GP there didn't seem too helpful when we went the last time. Go to see my OBGYN? He was always helpful when we asked him questions about babies..Or try one of those children's specialists clinics? Actually, I was just talking to my friend about paediatricians earlier in the morning and she recommended one clinic at Jalan Lintas. And so, we decided to check it out..

Fortunately, it was still open. The clinic is called 'Kid's Clinic' and when we stepped inside..wahhhhh! Decorated with bright colours, there were coloured lights beaming on the ceiling, there was a play area with plenty of toys and books and furniture that we recognized to be from Ikea. Very nice one! When she was calm, Yasmin seemed to enjoy looking around the place.

We had to wait quite long for our turn. (Oh, I had to give my Toasties event a miss. Baby was more important!) When we saw the doctor, Dr Terry Huang, first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a doctor's coat which had been sewed on with colourful pictures on patches. :) She then got down to asking us what was wrong, how long has baby had the blocked nose, anyone in the family sick, who took care of baby..and so on..She sounded very stern. But then when she got to checking Yasmin, she was quite playful. She made faces and baby sounds. She called Yasmin 'sayang'. She had this long plier like thingy which she used to fish out some dry 'dongot' from Yasmin's nose. She then explained to us about how baby's breathing works (they are nasal breathers..no wonder she was fussy), how the dongots are formed, what we can do, etc. She was really very thorough and nice! Looks like we made the right choice to go to her clinic!

Before we left, Yasmin was starting to cry again..this time I knew it was the hunger cry. The doctor then asked us if we'd like to use the room in her clinic to breastfeed. I thought that was a really nice gesture. Good to have a doctor that supports breastfeeding, I've read that not all do...

And so, we officially have a paediatrician now. Made me think..there was a time, back in school, where I wanted to be a 'paed'. And that visit last night made me wonder, why the heck did I go and do engineering instead! Mesti siok kan, jaga kanak-kanak! Do y'all think it's too late? Bulih ka sia jadi macam Patch Adams?

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Blessings

I recently found out about this girl I knew at school, who had just lost her baby. After trying to get pregnant for so long, some complications were discovered and she was advised to terminate her pregnancy. No one could possibly ever imagine what she had to go through, the pain and heartache of making that decision. My heart goes out to her. Still I believe that it is God's will and that someday God would grant her this, what she wants the most.

Thinking about this, I look at my baby Yasmin. I tell her that I love her and that I am sooooo thankful for her, for the gift that God has given me. As I say this, tears start rolling down my eyes. And Yasmin looks at me, with her lovely bright eyes. She flashes me that sweet smile of hers as if to say, 'Everything's OK, mommy..everything's ok...'

Friday, January 27, 2006

Pantang

I met up with my friend Sharon last week and we started talking about our babies. Sharon had her second child, a baby girl named Selena, about 3 weeks before I had Yasmin. Like me, she too had a C-section.

We started talking about our confinement period, what we did and ate and so on. I told her that the only food I was really prohibited from eating during those 44 days was ayam jantan. The rasional being, that kononnya, the male chickens do a lot of clawing and scratching, and hence it was 'feared' that the wound from the operation would itch. I was always suspicious of this belief though..since if you think about it, chicken is a source of protein and protein is needed to build up human tissue and hence, tak kira ayam jantan ke betina..should be good for the body, right? Anyway, since they were adamant about it and since they didn't want me to live on fish and veggies only during that time, my mom and aunts had quite the time searching around for girl chickens! Hehehe..

Another pantang was that I shouldn't wash my hair. The exact period of how long, varied. Can you believe that some people told me to go an entire month or if possible the whole 44 days, without washing my hair!! Worse, there were even some that said you shouldn't even bathe! The argument here was that, takut masuk angin. I didn't wash my hair for two weeks and then I caved. How to stand it? I felt that my hair and head was getting so smelly after one week. Still I stuck it out. But at two weeks, I thought, surely hygiene factors should be taken into account. Besides, in the olden days, those ladies probably had to wash their hair using cold water from perigi, that's why la they got sick. I actually asked my doctor if there was any medical basis to this masuk angin theory and he said there wasn't. So there you go..

I was also told not to drink cold water or icy drinks. So that the body remains warm. Now, this one, is not so bad la. I could live with it. Still,I remember, there were those days that I just longed for a teh tarik ping!

My understanding is that the confinement period is meant as a time for rest and recovery, after the pain of labour and childbirth. God knows where some of this pantang stuff came from, probably just handed down from generation to generation, even though some of it should be obselete by now. All of it, is with good intention though. And even though I didn't really buy some of it..there was still this subconcious thought lingering in the back of the mind..kalau tidak ikut, nanti something happen..nahhhh!

Toys

I brought my laptop to the office on Monday and have left it there the whole week. My hubby says that this is a bad sign, when you start leaving things like that. Means that you don't care about it as much anymore. Last week, I used the laptop to do some work one day and then just left it in the living room the entire week. Usually I would have kept it back in its bag and bring it into our room. True also la hah, mula-mula beli dulu bukan main lagi jaga. Clean it, put it back in the bag, carry to and fro office everyday..Actually, my laptop is quite old already. Now the area near the keyboard has started to peel and it's gone a bit sticky. Thought of trading it in and getting a smaller, lighter one. Hubby suggested I get an Apple IBook. That would be supercool...

But my newest acquisition and toy is my new Sony Ericsson K750i handphone. Totally love it! And we're also thinking of buying a Maclaren stroller for Yasmin.. and so, no more funds for laptops or other toys now...

I WANT ANGPAU!!!

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

How?

Question: How did Britney Spears get her pre-baby body back so fast? Tengok gambar dia, only a month after having her baby - her tummy already flat as a board.

Answer: Having a nutritionist, dietician, chef, personal trainer, money to pay for it all....And uuh, i guess, not chomping up Snickers bars (like I just did) helped too!