Why so much?

Why am I blogging so much today? Because I'm having a sneezing fit and can't do paperwork. Everytime I sneeze I have to cover my nose and mouth with a tissue, otherwise all the documents will be flooded with my snot and saliva. And blood. Yeah, nose bleeding already. Urrrrgh!!!!

You need a thank you?

Brought Laurenz to grandma's house, and there was a burst pipe outside one of the neighbour's house.

The neighbour was standing out on the road looking at the water gushing out.

Sexydad: Mr. X, you called PAM already or not? (PAM-Perbadanan Air Melaka)
Mr. X : What for? They're not going to say thank you to me even if I called them.

&%^$&*@( These kind of people also got in this world. Mentah-mentah his father is one of the most prominent Chinese educationist in Malaysia. 教出這樣的孩子! Cheh! Pah Si Kuan Sai (Hokkien: kill him and stuff him up with shit. NB: Gangster talk, don't teach your children)

Why ants like to come to my house

Last night's conversation with Leonard:

Leo: Mum, do you know why ants like to come to your house?
Sexymum: I don't know. Why?
Leo: Because it's so nice and comfortable.

Oh dear oh dear oh dear. That is so cute. It's great that my son thinks our house is so nice and comfortable, but that doesn't mean ants are welcome.

Leonard's winning photo in the Selangor Pewter's Child of the Millenium competition.  

The real most eligible bachelors in Malayisa :)  

Eathquake? Here?

Read the papers this morning and realized that the movement I felt last night was caused by the earthquake in Sumatera.

It was somewhere around 12 midnight. I was sitting in my single sitter sofa and meditating. Suddenly I felt my chair moving, behind my back. Then again. And again.

Then a lizard squeaked from beind the sofa. Can't be a small cicak making such a big movement. So got off my butt to check what was causing the movement. Pull away the sofa from against the wall, but nope, nothing there to rock my seat. And the lizard was just a young adult who run away when I said "shoo".

So it turns out that it wasn't my meditation that called in the energy of the cosmos that rocked my chair. It was the earthquake. Pity. I was it was a sign from my spiritual guides that I was connecting with them :) It must have made the walls shudder a little, that's why my sofa moved a little as it was against the wall.

It was a funny feeling, like a massage ball running across my back. Of course if I knew what was causing it at that time, it wouldn't felt funny at all.

Got steam or not?

So somebody wants to know whether I steamed up my bedroom or not... :)

Well, when you have a toddler sharing a bed with you, sex usually doesn't happen in the bedroom anymore :)

Actually, I'm quite glad we don't use carpets here. Getting carpet burns can really kill the excitement.

Having some really high heels around is always a help.

It's a pity my dining table is a glass table. Could try doing lapdancing on a table.

Go to church people. It's Good Friday. Happy Easter.

What you gonna do?

Yesterday was my wedding anniversary. So how did I celebrate?

Morning-- clean the house, vacuum the floor, chuck away all the toys, fold the clothes, go to office to send out a letter.

Afternoon--put toddler to bed, toddler didn't want to sleep, let him watch Thomas & Friends, struggle with him to feed him his medicine, put him to bed, and read a book.

Evening--went out with the whole jing gang for ikan bakar. Brought two tins of potato crisps along. At least that kept them occupied when they didn't want to eat ikan bakar or chase cats.

Night--kids didn't want to go to bed. Took out the Queen's Greatest Hits CD and played 'We Will Rock You" and "We Are The Champions" for them. Oh boy, my kids can dance :)

God bless.....

God bless...

... my vacuum cleaner, for making it so much easier to clean the floor and whatever mess around the house

... the inventor of the vacuum cleaner

... my washing machine, for washing all the clothes, and spinning them dry

... the inventor of the washing machine

... my whistling kettle, for informing me that the water's boiling so i don't have to keep checking

... the ants around my house for letting me know that some food stuff is lying around somewhere

... the internet, for giving me so much fun

... the inventor of the internet and all the internet protocols

... the inventor of the computer

... the plants in my house

... my children, for all their love and the joy they bring me

... my husband, for his love and all the great sex

... my mum, for all that she's done for me and still doing

... my business partners

... my businesses and my suppliers

... my doctor, and for all the free medication

... my VW Kombi, for being such a wonderful van

... the management committee of my apartment block, for taking up a job that nobody wants to do

... the birds around my neighborhood, who acts as my alarm clock

... the creator of Bob the Builder

... JK Rowling, for creating Harry Potter

... Orin & Daben, for their wonderful books and teachings

... the lizards in my house, for eating up all the food droppings that i didn't vacuum

... Gmail and Yahoo!, for free email

... Thomas and Friends, and the creator

... Brad Bird for creating The Incredibles

... the inventor of the microwave oven

... the inventor of disposable diapers

... the inventor of gas cylinders

... the inventor of the modern sanitary system

... my apartment

... my wonderful comfortable king-size bed

... the inventor of the TV, video, vcd, dvd, hifi etc

... chocolates and ice-cream

... rice crackers and cream cracker and Jacob biscuits

... bacon, sausage, ham, salami and pepperoni

... pizza, macaroni, lasagna, laksa, sushi, sashimi, buah keluak, Garfield and Jim Davis

... Jonz Jonzz, the Martian Manhunter

... Marino Degano, for creating fantastic jigsaw puzzles

... MyMomsBest

... Florence Scovel Shinn, for her great books

... Alyssa Marie Rose, for her great help and love

... Lawrence, for being a great friend

... my brother and sister

... my late father, father-in-law

... my in-laws

... everyone who works for me, directly or indirectly

... my handphone, PDA, computer, speakers, cameras, thermometers

... Smart & Cool HOMES Building Technology

and thank you, thank you, thank you.

13 years

In 2 days' time, I would have been married for 13 years. It doesn't seem that long though.

Got married in 1992, left for the US to study for 3 years in 1996. Spent 3 year there, and came back in 1999. Had 1st child in 2000. That's why my oldest is only going to be 5 years old this year.

For the last few years, me and sexydad didn't really celebrate our wedding anniversary. This year, we should really do something. But what to do in slow moving Melaka?

Alamak. Thursday my mum's going to BP. That means I've got to stay at home and be with Laurenz. How to go pak-tor with sexydad? Hah, do on Friday. Friday's my Chinese calendar birthday. Maybe I'll just stay at home and steam up the bedroom. Hee hee hee......

We Will Rock You

We Will Rock you--this is one of my favourite songs. So taught my boys how to sing it. Just start with "Toom Toom Tad, Toom Toom Tad", and all of them will know how to continue with "We will we will rock you, toom toom tad, toom toom tad."

Next door to my apartment is a Chinese temple. Used to go there a couple of years ago, when Leonard was the about 2, and Lucas was still a baby. One of those nights, the devotees started the prayer with the pounding of drums and clanging of cymbals. With cymbals and drums, a very common rhythm is the "Toom Toom Chiang, Toom Toom Chiang...."

And Leonard went "WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU. TOOM TOOM TAD. TOOM TOOM TAD. WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU." "Mummy!! Your song, Mummy!!!!!"

I don't go to that temple anymore.

Sewing sewing sewing

I wished I had learnt how to sew when I was younger. Well, my mum did try to teach me, but wasn't very successful. If you were train under my mum, you wouldn't be very successful either. Before I can even step on the accelerator (she uses an electronic sewing machine), she would be screaming at me that the cloth's not straight, I'm putting my hands in the wrong position, my buttocks not positioned on the seat properly, how is the machine going to move if I don't step on the accelerator..............

So I didn't get very far. Now with a husband and 3 boys, I find that clothes need to be mended quite regularly. And sometimes I would love to have curtains made of fabric of my choice, and done at my time, and at my price. Or clothes that I find interesting but can't get over here. If I could sew, then there'd be a different story. Hey, twinsmom, wanna teach me? :) :) :)

I guess I could go for sewing lessons at this age. I even bought a sewing machine and some books to teach myself. But I haven't got past the stage of fixing the lower whatever you call it little spindles of thread. Sigh........ I can do quantum mechanics, but can't even use a sewing machine. I really am smarter than that, I'm sure.

Cannot, you are a girl

I'm going to blog this so that I can remind Leonard about it when I'm old and losing my memory.

When: 2003, when Leonard was 3 years +
Where: Grandma's house
Who were present: Sexydad, grandma's neighbour Dr. S and her daughter A, 7 years old

Sexydad was having conversation with Dr. S, while A was standing by listening. Leonard was cycling his tricycle and fell down and got himself hurt. And started to wail.

Sexydad: What happened?
Leo: I fall down.
Dr. S: Why are you crying?
Leo: Pain pain.
Dr. S: Oh poor thing. Where pain pain?
Leo: My penis and testicles.
Dr. S: Ohhhh! (covering mouth with hand)
A: Mom, what is penis and testicle? (Note: A has no brothers)
Dr. S: A boy's birdie and balls. Ssssshh. Quiet.
Dr. S: Come Leonard, let me check. I'm a doctor.
Leo: Cannot! You are a girl!

To feed or not to feed

Everytime when I throw out my rubbish for the gardener to collect (I live in an apartment block where the gardener also picks the trash to dump into the main garbage bin), I have to be careful how I dispose it. If the bag contains meat or bones or something edible, then I have to hang it on the wall so that the neighborhood cat(s) don't come and hunt for food from there.

Even my tong sampah inside my kitchen is not spared from the cats' hunt. If I throw anything that she can eat inside the tong sampah overnight, next morning my kitchen will look like somebody just had a party and forgot to clean up.

So far I've been quite diligent with keeping the garbage bag with food hanging on the wall. So I haven't seen The Cat for quite some time. Two weeks ago I saw her, and she was nursing her newborn kitten. Aiyah..... now I feel bad. She's been pregnant and must have been looking for food all over for the past few weeks. Now she has a youngling to feed too. I wonder if instead of just dumping away the food that we don't eat anymore, should I just bring it downstairs and let her eat them?

Being a mother, and feeding the young is hungry work. And I know what it's like to feel hungry. When I get hungry, I get angry. Thank God I've never had to worry about food, but I do feel for those who are in need of food and have to go through a lot of trouble to get food.

The trouble here though is that if I feed her, then in a matter of time more cats will start to come over and look for food around the apartment block. I had cats before and I know what they're like. Feed one and you've to feed a whole community. And I'm not prepared to do that. Plus sexydad hates cats, so he won't be too happy if cats start to linger around looking for food.

I think I'll just do it as my legs feel happy to do so. If my legs are willing to go up and down 4 flights of stairs to give some food to them, they'll get something extra. If not, too bad. Can't be taking care of all the strays in the world.

Job application

I just received a job application letter. I don't have to reply to it, since I never did put out a notice of recruitment. But whenever somebody writes to me for industrial training or asking for job, I feel it's nice to reply to them even if I can't offer them anything. At least they know what the outcome is, instead of wondering if the rock has hit the bottom of the sea (石沉大海). I don't do it all the time, but if there's time, I try as best as I can.

But I don't like writing rejection letters. Makes me feel sad when I imagine what they feel like when they read it. Heck, it's a lesson everybody has to go through one time or another, unless you never had to apply for a job.

Long long time ago.....

I wanted to add some links to my blog, but..... got to edit the html links etc......haiya, so much work. Better go and eat first.

Went to nearby coffee shop to ta-bau mee goreng. Passed by some of the shops, many of them selling baju kebaya by the dozens these days, thanks to the promotion by our 1st lady.

Dulu if want to make kebaya, got to go to tailor to have it specially made. That time body slim enough to get into any design.

Now we can just pick any kebaya off the rack. The spirit and body is still willing to wear, but the kebaya just won't let me in.

Same goes for cheongsam. Eh, want to see what I look like 12 years ago?

What to eat for lunch?

This is a lousy question, but still something I've got to face every lunchtime. Quite tired of the food around here, but still got to live with them. Roundtable pizza, I miss you...... snifff.....sniff......

Changes

I'm going to publish all my ramblings on http://sexymum.blogspot.com soon. So if it makes you happy, change your links when you can find me on the old url. If not, kill some mosquitoes and make ME happy :)

Is it mosquitos or mosquitoes??????? Must ask Dan Quayle.