Azhwan – Yuck! Orang kampong wears make-up? Hanya Tuhan membalas….

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Diyana – You know I am committing to the deadliest dateline in my Biotechnology report project! I feel so kampong…

Anne – You mean you can’t commit to your dateline? Hanya Tuhan membalas…

Liza – I feel you girl! I am stuck in the middle of three projects now and I can hardly breathe! Hanya Tuhan membalas my boss bagi I kerja banyak…

Pris – You guys are so kampong, my Marine papers are D.O.N.E done! I am only left with another urgent report. Hanya Tuhan boleh balas pekerja cemerlang macam I…

Diyana – If all of us have so much work to do? Why are we here hovering over nasi lemak? We are so kampong! Hanya Tuhan membalas…

Eat eat drink drink gossip gossip

I don’t know when will my friends and I stop talking like this. I am starting to feel very kampong, hanya Tuhan membalas….

He was having a jolly good time. He was the great King and the little playground was his Kingdom. I had to interfere several times, especially when he was getting into a fight with another kid that accidentally pushed him a little bit. He didn’t even fall down from the push, but my lil Chikadee just need to stand up and protect his territory – a spot in front of the see through plastic wall.

Then suddenly Miki came rushing down, and from very bottom step he fell on his right leg. Falling is normal. We don’t always pick up our kid when he falls down. Strong boys get up by themselves. That is why Miki is tough and doesn’t easily cry.

As usual he got up by himself. But this time his right leg was bent and he couldn’t seem to be able to straighten it. He took two wobbly steps and fell down. Got up again, two or three unstable steps later he fell down again! Nevertheless he kept on trying but MY SON WAS LIMPING!

We picked him up and asked him if it hurts? Where did it hurt? Miki could tell us if he feels pain and showed us exactly where the pain is since he was 13 months. But this time he didn’t answer.  His gaze was still fixed on the playground and he doesn’t seem to be in pain AT ALL! That consoled me a little bit but when we put him down. His right leg was still weak!

In my head I was screaming MIKI HAS A DISLOCATED JOINT! We examined his knee, it was bending smoothly and in the right way, but when Azman checked his ankle, he said that it felt different.

At that point I feel blood rushing up to my brain and stayed there forming a big red pool. My face felt hot and I wanted to puke.

Azman then denied that Miki’s right ankle was any different than the other and he had put Miki on the floor but his left leg remained limp and lifeless.

When I looked at him unable to walk, I started seeing stars.  WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BABY? DID HE SPRAIN HIS ANKLE? OR KNEE? DID HE BREAK A BONE? WHY COULDN’T HE WALK? I felt my head spin I knew I was gonna faint.

I went to a corner and sat down on the metal rail that was supposed to protect the glass wall from being rammed by TESCO trolleys. Like a mad woman. Without anyone telling me I knew I was dead pale. Azman kept assuring that Miki was ok. Because he was not in pain.

But even he was puzzled why Miki cannot walk. I took some time to put myself together and calm down. It was a panic attacked that I have never felt before. I was so afraid Miki was injured.

Remember the scene on TV when a mother faints upon hearing the news of her child involved in an accident, or arrested by the cops or simply fallen ill. I remember my late grandmother collapsed when she got the news that my uncle who was abroad had gotten sick.

I know now how it feels.

I can also foresee my own cause of death later in my life. Imagine me 50 years old and blogging knitting my in garden when received an instant message from Miki saying that he is engaged with a girl from THAT STATE IN MALAYSIA. I will automatically drop dead!

Don’t do this to me son, don’t you ever!!

Until now we do not know the cause of Miki limping. He was limping for full 10 minutes or so. But on our way home, Miki was alright again, all bouncy like a big rubber ball, dancing and giggling. We realized that Miki had KETAQ LUTUT!!!!!!

Yes, Miki yang ganazzz itu seorang yang gayat! He was afraid of heights.  For some reason he had suddenly felt giddy and insecure by the way he fell down and decided to CREATE A DRAMA TO MAKE HIS MOMMA SCARED!

I am just relieved that he was not hurt. Phew.  Miki, sehero-hero ko ni, tak sangka ko sangat gayat orangnya. Mummy and Daddy loves you son! You will get over this fear of yours soon! Muaahhhh!

“Mana ada Miki gayat Mummy?! Miki saja je pratice nak masuk Anak Wayang nanti..”

Many-many moons ago I bought a fish. It is a terubuk fish. One of the nastiest fish around when it comes to bones. I don’t know why God made them with so many. But the taste of their flesh I tell you very heavenly and very much like salmon.

What looked like a small fish at the market now had magically transformed into a huge marine vertebrate that covered my whole working conter. So I turned half of the fish into asam pedas.

With tomatoes and ladies fingers.

And the other half I grilled on the pan. If my mother ever sees this, I hope this fish won’t make her cry. My menyiang ikan skills are no better than my memicit jerawat skills. I always leave both fish and pores battered and torn. Sob!

This soup looked so pale. Well, it is after very much kurang pedas for Miki to enjoy as well. It is sup tulang, from our last Qurban.

This Daim chocolate pie doesn’t taste good to me. Same goes with the bbq chicken thigh. The sauce is tad too sweet for my liking. Both from Ikea café. Bueekkk…

Looks delicious only…

This post of old food photos is made solely as a reminder to me to get my lazy bum moving and start cooking again. I have left that exercise for so long I am losing my modjo. Arghhh lets get cooking!

Update : I would like to share this link with all of you coffee lovers, those who cannot think without coffee, those who drinks more than 4 cups of coffee daily- like me!!! I am sure you also didnt know that there are these many types of our fave drink in the world. hehehe.. click here – Coffee For Less

This is the video that proves how wicked Miki’s dad can be. He purposely asked me to record his generosity of sharing his Coke with the baby so that we can have his funny facial expression on soft copy. Not that I have anything against that. Hehe!

Miki loves to watch photos and videos of himself. When he looks at this one, he keeps saying ” Wow, minum!! Pedas! Pedass! Tak sedap!” as the video is playing. I think he is trying to explain the story back to us. Funny that he says the Coke is pedas (spicy) though… I don’t know how to describe its taste either..

Love u Miki!!

I was not a diehard fan of Michael Jackson but his death today has left me feeling gloomy. The world has lost one of the greatest artists of all time and I do not know if there will ever be someone that can replace this gift to the music industry.

On 21 November 2008, Michael had converted to Islam and changed his name to Mikaeel. I hope that had given him the light in his beleaguered life and I am glad he passed as a Muslim. Al –Fatihah.

Michael ‘Mikaeel’ Jackson, 1958-2009

Update – I would like to encourage all of my readers who smoke to attend an event held by Tropicana Medical Centre (TMC), Kota Damansara this Sunday, 28 June from 12:00pm – 4:30pm. Admission to the ‘No Tobacco Day’ is free and it is the opportunity for you get some help in separating with the cancer stick. At the event, you can learn about the proper techniques and methods to quit smoking once and for all with TMC’s experienced consultants. For those who are not smoking like Azman and I, you guys should also go and check Zainal Abidin’s special appearance there. Zainal has recently quit smoking and you can hear his inspiring story about health and no smoking. See you there!

My standard answer is another question. “Are you sure you want to be like me?”

Ladies and gentlemen, especially those who know me from the blog, you might want to consider the fact that you have been seeing me in photos. And still photos are big fat liars. No, my pictures have not been edited or anything, you can still see my black heads in the size of Miki’s eyeballs on my nose. It is just that in pictures you can’t see me walk. And when you can’t see me walk, you don’t know how much I resemble a walking “palo del mapo”. No that is not how you describe Rihanna in Cuban; it means the sexy wooden holder of a mop. Batang mop. Faham? You also couldn’t tell that I lack valuable assets if I don’t tell you now. The truth is I am a big fat LOSER in the RARE department. Do you know that I have always wanted to slap Fergie every time she sings My Hump?

I figured by telling this they would realize that I am bad choice of a jaga badan mentor. But most of the times they still insist to know how I’d done it out of curiosity. The answer is very simple.

I WASTE FOOD.

If you have been hanging around me you would notice that I eat like an oink oink. I eat A LOT. The truth is I only eat a lot when the food have been scrutinized and approved as exceptional by the distinguished panels of my ridiculously critical taste buds. I ONLY EAT DELICIOUS FOOD. I CANNOT AND I DO NOT FORCE MYSELF TO FINISH FOOD THAT MY TASTE BUDS CLASSIFY AS YUCKY.

I believe because of that, I don’t over eat. Because I don’t over eat, I don’t over bulge. I helps also that I happen to be one of those that loses weight easily. I can lose 2-3 kilo just because I don’t get enough sleep of 2-3 nights.

That is on diet. On past-natal care, it is a complicated story.

How many of us have heard “My mom says I must not drink so much water during my post-natal confinement but that’s not what my doctor says!”

In my case, I’d say sekeru what the doctor are saying AND I AM PANTANGING!!!

Right after birth of Miki I automatically launched my low fluid diet and get on the jamu ( traditional herbal supplement).  The jamu stopped after Miki contracted breastfeeding jaundice. I cut a big percentage of my drinking water intake during my confinement because that was how my mom and grandmothers did it. Ate a whole lot of ginger and turmeric, bathe in herbal water and I amazingly bertungku twice a day for 45 days. I drank strictly hot drinks only.

I pantang-ed on a lot of food, some I have lost my interest to eat them until now like guava and young coconut juice. I drank cold drinks after 3-4 months and carbonated sodas slightly later than that.

What I DID NOT do was WEAR A BENGKUNG (tummy binder). I was too uncomfortable for me and I found it difficult to bend and pick up my baby. I also didn’t wear the herbal masks (pupur or something they call it) and I also didn’t use PREMIUM BEAUTIFUL. Hahahahahahaha!!

I write this because many have asked and because I want to share. I am not saying my pantang regime is the right way or the best way to get your pre-baby body back and because it has worked for me, it doesn’t mean that it will work for you. Many beautiful women I know did not pantang at all and yet they are very slim and hot!

I on the other hand, opted for this strict pantang diet during my confinement despite being contradictive with modern medical practices due to my fear of prolapse of the uterus. Pantang is method used for centuries by the Malays to prevent such tragic end to a womanhood.

Kalau dah jatuh peranakan ko bawak kereta BMW 3.20i ke, C200 ke, bawak beg LV ke, PRADA ke, muka ko cantek macam Megan Fox ke…..  TAK ADA GUNANYA Y’ALL!!!! Mintak simpang!! Marilah kita bersama-sama menjaga badan! Toodles!

Morose is seeing your little child wailing in tears running after you, yelling your name not wanting to be left at the babysitter’s.

Bravery is what you feel when your child has climbed the monkey bar too high, looks down and says “Takut!” You are the bravest hero in his little world and you know you would do anything to protect him from harm.

Repentance is seeing your little child kneel down and sujud on the praying mat that you spread on the floor.

Pride is what surrounds you as your little child says “Mummy cantik!” as he looks up into your eyes.

Lama tu aku ajar dia cakap Mummy cantik macam tu. Benda merapu-rapu tak payah ajar pun pandai cakap.

There is no happiness in the world that can beat parenthood. Cheers to all Moms and Dads.

The moment we arrived on the island, my brother Dodi called to say that he and his family is going to the beach to wait for the fisherman’s boat to arrive. His father in law, right after his retirement has decided to spend his days fishing. Isn’t that cool? I think that is so great! When I am retired, I wanna plant kangkung and sell them at Pasar Tani. And eBay. While blogging. Azman wants to ride super bike though, I don’t really agree with that but if he can delivers my kangkung in his super bike, I could let him.

So instead of heading straight home, we stopped by at Teluk Kumbar beach. It is no Batu Ferringhi white sandy beach but more of a fisherman’s bay. Never the less, it is very beautiful. I have never appreciated this place during the years that I spent living in Penang but now I think this place is so very special.

It wasn’t Miki’s first time going to the see the ocean but it was sure his first time being let go roaming the beach. And boy, wasn’t he fascinated? We let him play with the sand and run around collecting sea shells with Sarah, his 2years plus cousin. Sarah’s older brothers, Adam and Arash was busy playing sepak takraw on the beach too.

You just don’t get this in the city.

You can smell salt in the air. You can see the boats hit by the waves and they hit you in heart too. With so much serene and happiness. We need to go back kampong more often.

It was a beautiful afternoon. Walking with Daddy on the beach.

Miki put sand in his mouth a couple of times. He is a child of  inquisitive. His curiosity got him wanting to taste objects that could and had been making him sick. But we still let him play under our observations. Playing builds character!

“This is so fantastic, what is this stuff?”

My nephews playing. Azman played with them too.

Beautiful Sarah against the ocean breeze

Pretty girl Sarah

Style tak Miki buat spentot daddy sebagai rantai gittew? hehe Sorry Miki!

On Monday, Miki last watery poopie was at 11pm. Then I feed him zamzam water and we slept. The next day the diarrhea had stop. Completely. Magically. And the lil Chikadee can take some drinks and soup. Later on Tuesday afternoon, he is good to go home!

Only on Wednesday night, that Miki has gotten his appetite back and now he is all happy and cheerful like his normal self. But he has lost some weight hasn’t he? He is Miki watching TV and doing the actions just like in his current fave show, the Animal Mechanicals. But I don’t understand why he needs to wear Daddy’s underwear around his neck while watching TV, good luck charm kah? ** pengsan

By the way 17 June is Miki’s 17 months birthday.

Sasquatch, Machena-Stretch!

During our vacation of 3 days and 2 nights in Azzahrah Inn, Bangi, Miki was very cranky but he has gotten a lot smarter too. Learnt so many new words, understanding of what we say to him has doubled and he communicates with us so much clearly. Very proud of you kiddo! I am also very thankful to the al-Mighty for Miki’s condition that could have been worse. He did not have high fever, and he recovered in less than a week, while other kids have suffered up to 14 days. Thank God.

Miki’s sickness was caused by Rotavirus:-

Bukan Rotavirus sebenar. Ini hanyalah keropok Rota. Nyum nyum!

To date he has mild fever but has stopped vomiting. He is gonna get well soon. Our Superboy is strong.
Thanks to all friends and family for your well wishes and visits to the hospital.

Semoga Miki cepat kembali sejahtera..

This photo was taken yesterday, Miki was dehydrated and weak.

Miki hates the thing on his hand, I told him it is cool, and I told him Beyonce wore
the same thing in her Single Ladies video.

Still looking cute even after losing 300g of weight in 3 days.