Thursday, December 27, 2007

First Trimester

Two days left to cherish the first trimester with Little C. Alhamdulillah, Little C is progressing well despite his Mommy's hectic schedule this December. There were the mother-daughter bonding weeks, the Aidiladha get-togethers, and Christmas celebrations which brought both the Mommy and Little C here and there spanning hundreds of kilometers.

The travelling, albeit fun, was taxing on the Mommy's physical being. Upon reaching home, she lost appetite for the healthy six meals per day. When her appetite returned, she craved for sushi. Yet, after merely eating six minute kanimaki, she had to suffer a severe headache, which was followed by equally severe vomiting. Bleurgh, she knows.

At 2:00 p.m. today, the severe headache would not subside. The equally severe vomiting was still there. She had to drive to Perodua Service Centre nearby with one hand massaging the head. On the way back home, she dropped by Pizza San Francisco, thinking her appetite would be back once she was served with black pepper fish with rice and steamed vegetable. Wrong.

Realising that the combination of severe headache with equally severe vomiting and worsening appetite was bad for Little C, she drove to the clinic. Only to meet with a minor accident on the way back home. Fortunately, the damage was limited to the right signal light with an inch of scratch on the body. The mommy and Litte C are fine. Thank God.

On another occasion, the Mommy's nightie has been replaced by her husband's long-sleeved thick polo t-shirt because it was the only garment that could simultaneously stop the shiver and comfort her to sleep. She has been experiencing cold at bedtime, aye. That had induced a sleepless night which was spent rather appreciatively as she could spend quite moments with Little C. She also thought that it was time Little C's Daddy extend the WiFi modem so that she could surf the Internet from the comfort of the bed during more sleepless nights to come.

Because of the last-minute first trimester complications mentioned, the Mommy was deemed inefficient at prosecuting house chores. The Daddy was very understanding. He helped with the laundry. Now, they wished they could get a certain younger brother's help to get the house spot clean.

The Mommy is tired and hungry. The kitchen is out of reach because it wreaks of cats' smell which she is allergic to at the moment. Oh, it would be exceedingly nice if she could get her hands on a crispy Karipap Pusing.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Nasi Kerabu Please

I am back.

I was here and there, with loved ones.
We had tremendous fun.

Salam Aidiladha and Merry Christmas to all of you.
A belated wish, but better late than never, eh.

To Kamal, Happy First Encounter Anniversary again.

Friday, December 14, 2007

High Impact Minor Projects

I have prepared the necessary items. An 8B Staedtler, a sharpener with a waste case, an eraser, an A4 sketch book, and a set of photos featuring the models. Despite missing the favoured 8B Faber Castell, the show must go on. Here am I commencing a new project aptly named 'The Attempt to Restore His Thwarted Jawline and Normalise Her Extended Limb'. For the previous two drawing projects, which were executed after two years of hiatus, I pretended that I was influenced by Picasso. Indeed, I drew for the therapeutic effect. Thwarted jawline and extended limb amused me.

I have also started to read The Book Thief,  which has not been read past page 11, out of 584 pages, since it was picked from Times bookshelf five months ago. I must, must not be a Bookanivore in the bookstores. Yet, even while typing the previous sentence, I was thinking of getting my hands on My Point... And I Do Have One, more of Dilbert, as well as Calvin and Hobbes collections. This week, I am reading The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book to Little C during bedtime. The fella would appreciate Calvin's out-of-this-world musings.

Other minor projects pending:
+ Sewing, with priority on kurung.
+ Cooking a complete serving for each meal of the day for Kamal and I.
+ Planning a mini holiday just for the two of us during the second trimester.
+ Casting for a modelling job.

Of course, I am kidding about the last statement. Heh.

Chums, have a great weekend. I know mine will be great because Kamal has promised a Nasi Kerabu breakfast at Hatinie tomorrow to kickstart our weekend date. Great!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Who is Who

For something to remember us by, I answered the following questions on who is who in our relationship:

Who eats more?

If it is Nasi Berlauk complete with Budu, he eats more.

As for yours truly, if it is Nasi Berlauk with hot condiment of any sorts, I will eat more definitely.

Who said "I love you" first?

He expressed the exclusive phrase first through a text message. It was a surprise after a series of unrelated text messages.

Now, although the message has been ingrained in our system, we would say the magical "I love you" as often as we could.

Who is the morning person?

Me, although I am an early bird only on weekdays and particularly on working days.

By the way, there is a classic between us:

It was early 2005. We were not married yet, but he agreed to board the jungle train to Tanah Merah together with my parents and my elder brother's family for a gathering. The coach was full with the members of Chez Chembong as well as The Extended Chez Chembong.

Kamal's bunk was across mine. We chatted with each other throughout the evening. It was past midnight when we eventually retired. Me being me, I woke up at 6:00 a.m. the next day. I continued to have a chat, this time around, with my mother, in her bunk. My father was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps, he was in the gents'.

When my father appeared at the end of the coach, he realised that most of our family members were asleep, yet the train was expected to reach Tanah Merah at approximately 7:00 a.m. With his loud voice, he cheekily said, "bangun, bangun, bangun!" The highest impact actually fell on Kamal as my father was standing right beside the former's bunk.

Kamal woke up, drew the curtains apart, and searched for me. He laughed before saying, "your father is a drill sergeant!"

Honey, I hope you are not scarred for life.

Who sings better?

We have a great time guffawing out loud at each other's singing attempts. Not out of tune, but not even worthy of karaoke either.

We enjoy singing to familiar tunes in the car though. So, a tie here.

Who is older?

He is older, but he is young at heart.

What 12-year gap?

Who is smarter?
Both of us are blessed with equally smart brains, thank you.

Whose temper is worse?

Being a Cancer, I tend to be crabby.

Alhamdulillah, being married to a very patient man has re-moulded me into a calmer person, who would only be frustrated at something really worth to be frustrated at. Heh.

Who does the laundry?

I do the laundry, but he helps whenever possible, particularly with the hanging part.

Oh, he is a pro now.

Who does the dishes?

I prefer that we do our own dishes.

Simply because it would be a good example for our child(ren).

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?

It used to be him.

I took over the reign since an accidental manoeuvre during a vigourous sleep which caused me to realise how comfortable that side is. I think Kamal does not mind about it just because I am pregnant.

Whose feet are bigger?

His, by half an inch.

If I buy a thicker pair of socks, I could fit into his sports shoes. Aye, I have Titanic feet.

Whose hair is longer?


By half an inch.

Who is better with the computer?

He is better with the computer because his job scope requires him to be great at it.

I am catching up with his Photoshop skills, where I started from zilch. I need more tutoring with a number of desktop applications in order to be most relevant at work.

We are equally great at typing though.

Do you have pets?

Informally, yes.

There are six adorable kittens in our compound, whose mother moved them here just because we do not have curious toddlers, who would be amused with the cuddly beings only to squeeze them, thinking the kittens' squealing was out of delight. That was what exactly our neighbours' children did upon encountering the newborn kittens within their compound.

Who pays the bills?

We have agreed to accordingly split the bills between us.

So far, the system stays that way.

Who cooks dinner?

I would cook now and then.

Nonetheless, most of the times, it would be the cooks at nearby eating outlets.

Who drives when you are together?

He does.

I would volunteer to drive if I am the one who wants to go to the destination or whenever he is tired during the journey back to Kelantan.

Who pays when you go out to dinner?

At times, he did. Some other times, I did.

There were times we went Dutch.

Who is the most stubborn?

He could be adamant with something he strongly believes in even though I have insisted that I knew I was right.

So, go figure.

Who is the first one to admit he or she is wrong?

It depends on the obvious answer.

If I realised that I was wrong, I would not mind letting my ego down and apologise. Vice versa.

Whose family do you see more?

My family is nearer, so we see my family more.

We would try to go back to Ketereh at least once a month, the most. Quarterly, the least. Sometimes, my parents-in-law would come to Klang Valley or Rembau.

Hey, wait. My family is also his and his family is also mine. Therefore, really, there is no difference.

Who named your pet?

Both of us did.

We now call our informal pets, The Kittens.

Who kissed who first?

Sorry. We do not kiss and tell.


Who asked who out first?

One Tuesday, he asked whether I would be free for a quick lunch date the next day. I had to accompany my mother to an appointment with her oncologist at Hospital Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia though. My father had a work commitment then.

However, my father's boss let him off the hook at the last minute. Nonetheless, I tagged them along. I only told them about Kamal's invitation while my mother was waiting for her turn to see the doctor. My father said he had the intention to treat us in Suria KLCC by the way, where the declined date was to take place.

I immediately sent an a text message to Kamal, asking whether he was still free for lunch. He asked me whether I liked Japanese cuisine. I asked him whether 1:00 o'clock was fine. Eventually, we promised to meet in front of Elle after explaining to each other what we were wearing, as he has only seen me once and I was clad in a scarf then. I haven't met him. We proceeded to Nippon Tei and the rest was history.

As a conclusion, technically, I asked him out first. Do you think so, Kamal?

Who is more sensitive?

It is only natural for a Cancer to be more sensitive.

In another sense though, he is quite sensitive to my needs although there is always room for improvement. The same goes to me.

Who is taller?

He is.

I could be taller than him if I put on certain shoes.

Who has more friends?

Subjective, I must say.

In the end, his friends are mine and my friends are his.

Who is the more romantic of the two?

I am the hopeless romantic, which does not entitle me to be a more romantic of the two.

He has surprised me in many occasions. Up until now, the Public Management Diploma graduation surprise is the most memorable. But then again, that does not make him a romantic person although he tries. It is the effort that counts, eh.

Who wears the pants in the relationship?


He is not a conventional husband, who expects a wife to perform fixed duties though. I have a say in each decision, be it major or minor. How I respect him for being a husband who loves unconditionally.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Inspired by a Seven-Year-Old

I feel like writing but writing feels like ____________ (fill in the blank with one word).

Who says you have to be grammatically correct?