I was teruja looking at CPM’s campak-campak cooking today that I immediately start to campak-campak a couple of dishes for dinner myself. As Miki was asleep when I arrived to fetch him from the babysitter’s, I decided not to wake him up but go home and cook instead.I had approximately half an hour. Thawing alone took 5. Cooking could never be done if Miki is around, at least not without risking the explosion of my TV in the living room resulted by Miki’s innovative application of his badminton racket. His PLASTIC badminton racket.

Anyway, I made:-

Spicy Tomato Beef

And this stir fried cauliflower, green beans, broccoli and carrots. Kindly disregard the uneven sizes and cuts of my vege. I sliced while flirting with my second husband, Abang Twitter. Like always, my vege are tad overcooked for most people, even myself but I need to compromise with Miki’s digestive system and tiny milk teeth.

While I was serving dinner, Miki played with his Daddy that has just gotten home from work. He asked him to sit on his IKEA toy trolley and said,

“Jom! Jom! Pergi Giant!”

Tahulah Giant depan rumah tapi perlukah ko tolak bapak ko dalam trolley untuk pergi ke sana? Tapak kaki dia pun ala-ala tak muat masuk dalam mainan ko tu!

While we were eating, Opah from Kedah called wanting to talk to Miki. When asked what he was doing, Miki answered

“ Miki makan makan makan lollipop nasik! Miki buang nasik, Daddy marah!”

The rice flavored lollipop is Miki’s wishful thinking. The part that he threw away food and got scolded was accurate reporting.

After dinner I heard squeaking sound from the back. Apparently a tiny little critter had gotten into the trap so I called the guys to check it out. Miki was totally amazed. He took a look at it and burst out laughing with amusement. As the critter was squeaking louder and louder, Miki said “Ha ha ha! Ada mouse! Dia nyanyi!”

Hey that’s not singing! Ok, I swore I would not sing in front of my boy anymore.

Right now Miki is playing tearing-down-the-house with his tiny mouth continue to speak non-stop. I think he just called me Mummy Pokkades. I do smack his bum right now.

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Social Media

1. If you use the status message feature in Facebook as a platform for sarcasm, to badmouth and diss other people, you will be bound with paranoia and KEEP THINKING THAT OTHER PEOPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT YOU in their status messages. Perasan.
2. I am married to Azman and I am married to Twitter. I am a polygamist.
3. Blogging is a way of life. One who questions other’s intention in blogging should be transported back to 1511 and ask the Portuguese why do they attack Malacca. The Portuguese would answer “SUKA HATI AKU LA!” and precede making money
4. When your children are sick do not send them to the nursery or babysitters. It is not nice when you are blogged about by the Mom whom child is infected from yours.
5. When a suspicious woman adds you in Facebook, she might be a stalker. And when the suspicious woman deletes all her photos in Facebook, SHE HAS INFERIORITY COMPLEX and YOU ARE CUTE.

Life

1. If you wear jeans and baby t with a pony tail, and your spouse wears short khakis and Superman t-shirt, do not blame the property agent for asking how much you have in your EPF’s Account 2. College kids don’t buy houses.
2. A woman who is working as a lecturer, married with 3 kids, dressed like a Muslimah with tudung jarang selempang nampak dada sikit, is not necessarily nice. In my case, SHE IS A SLUT.
3. When a man hits on a woman and gets rejected, the woman is ugly anyway. When a woman asks a man out and gets rejected, she was only kidding, and the man is dominated (DIKONGKONG) by his parents or his girlfriend or his wife. Sore loser.

To be continued..

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I was cleaning Miki’s bumbum this evening, when I saw a message encrypted on its own on his pink bumbum – “YOU ARE LOSER MOM!”

I almost reached for my pen to add an A between ARE and LOSER but then I realized that was just my conscience acting out again. And you know what they say when your conscience speak bad English and you know it, that means you are a normal human being with attitude – knowing your weakness but continue to sleep on it again and again.

Anyway, this time you can call us the Failed Family. The whole three-day-weekend was spent with all activities failed to achieve desired target.

 Everytime I look at myself in the mirror I see the letter L, in caps, bold and blood red stamped on my foreheads. Same thing on Azman’s and Miki’s head too and I have told you what I saw on Miki’s butt right? but I can’t tell lahh what I saw written on Azman’s hehe.

We went to Cameron Highlands on Saturday while totally underestimating the power of school holidays. The roads were jammed, that’s normal. But the hotels were FULLl! Like entirely full! From no star Motel Strawberry to four star Equatorial Hotel. Like wth??

You see we have done this a dozen times. Wake up one morning, pack our bags and go places totally unplanned. But we have always managed to get accommodations. I guess this time we were sprinkled with some bad luck dust.

We arrived at Cameron Highlands late, almost 4pm dengan muka confident jek boleh dapat hotel.  In the beginning we found some rooms but they were ridiculous in price vs quality, then we tried other hotels but by the time we were desperate all the places was full house.

By that time as well, the day was getting dark and we didn’t get a chance to take Miki to any of the gardens especially his favourite butterfly farm. Fail!! Kesian Miki…

In the end we just shop at the Pasar Malam and some dinner and head back home at 11pm. Boohoo!

And in the middle of the way, Miki got carsick and puked his vegetable soup dinner and 6oz of milk desert. Partly in a plastic bag and partly on me. Fail! But so kesian anak Mummy…

To make it up to our baby, on Sunday we wanted to take him to the Butterfly Park or Bird Park in KL but again our plan didn’t work out. All the three of us Miki had taken his afternoon nap too long and by the time we reached the park near National Mosque, it was almost 5pm and the parks were closing at 6.

We figured one hour would require too much rushing and Miki has always been known to spend half an hour to chase one single butterfly alone and boy oh boy that kid would wanna chase ALL THE BUTTERFLIES, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN????

So we went back.. not much playing for Miki this week. Sorry baby! Mummy and Daddy’s activity plans didn’t work very well.

Anyhow, at the pasar malam I bought some juicy strawberries and fresh vege, but the best are two pots of gorgeous petunia and another pretty one that I don’t know its name. Ok la tu.Though I still feel very bad about letting my kiddo intan payung down.

Tomorrow will be another chalengging day at work, I hope boss will decide not to kill me and cut my bonus instead. But since we never have bonuses he will be sure to kill me anyway… Huaghhh I am such a failure!

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