Friday, June 30, 2017

.wearing pavlova.

Today I was planning to buy a new pair of jeans since the one that I was wearing was bought like 11 years ago?! Haha. I know right.  how time flies. I really need a new pair since traveling wearing skirt/dress/palazzo is quite hard for me. 

So I went to this one particular shop which the brand is quite well-known. 

'Miss, ada straight cut jeans?'
And suddenly she snorted. I was clueless. Did I ask a silly question?

'Yg ladies semua skinny jeans. Mana ada straight cut.'

I was like, Really??? Am I that old-fashioned??

'Emm..how bout this? It doesn't look skinny though.' I asked

' Oh, yang ni jeans lelaki. Yg perempuan punya yg lagi ketat melekat kat kaki.' The salesgirl told me. I was quite unsure how to give appropriate reaction to her. But I was quite sure how my reaction was when she said, 'Tapi kalau akak nak pakai jeans lelaki pun bole. Longgar sikit.'

And so, I tried the male jeans. And guess what, it's utterly fittt (not the waist but the legs) though I tried a size bigger. I gave her the jeans back, said thank you and off I go. 

I told my husband about it. And he laughed. He said I should just stick to wearing 'pavlova'. 


P/s: and by 'pavlova', he actually meant 'palazzo'. He always has this confusion between those two. Haha. Yes, my husband is funny tho he has a stern face. And that's why I love him. Lol. Tetibe. 

Nope.  He's definitely not wearing pavlova.  Na-ah.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

.hard to say goodbye when it comes to Plymouth.

It was Plymouth all over again. 
I didn't really favour Cameron Highlands at first as I thought it could be just like Kundasang; cold,strawberries, carrots and cabbages. 
But as I entered the Mardi English Cottage, it gave me a homey feeling. 
The interior, the design, the carpet, the coldness, and the smell were really like my Plymouth. 
I felt my chest hardened as I performed my prayer. It was the same prayer clothes that I wore in Plymouth. 
And I can't help myself to reminisce how easy life was back then. 

It was the third day when we packed our things to go back. 
As I closed the front door, I told myself I should move on. 

Well, reality, bring it on! 

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

.Dear my lil caliph, (Gastro Ward, what??)

They failed to identify the disease.  The OB said everything is okay with you.  Mama's blood is still 9.  Not 6 as claimed by the other hospital.  Mama was confused.  He said again, may be there's something wrong with the machine or they accidentally changed the blood with someone else's.  Mama was frustrated.  But, we cannot blame anyone.  Papa always told us to look at the other side of the coin  (He's being so positive lately since you were in my tummy. Hee)

So, they called another specialist.  This time, they focused on mama since there's nothing wrong with you.  Well, as long as you are okay, mama will be fine too.  After waiting for about 3 hours, the doctor came.  And she straight away asked the nurses to send mama to Gastro Ward because the esophagus was bleeding. Sobs. But thank God, they could let papa stay with us.  It was already 11 pm.  Mama was tired.  So mama slept on a very comfy bed whereas papa, slept on a non-sleepable chair.  ='(

To be continued... 

Monday, July 6, 2015

Dear my lil caliph, (.The white coat men.)

They straight away brought mama to the half-critical zone.  The room filled with all these wires and machines and these weird medicinal stuffs. Once the nurses placed mama on a bed, the doctors started to examine you and me. They took 4 bottles of mama's blood. It hurt so much. So mama cried. Papa wasn't there. They didn't allow him in. Nenek, Wan and Tok weren't there. Aunties too. And your aunt Dib even. So mama cried even heavier. The nurse beside mama, was crying too.

Then, 5 doctors surrounded mama. Each one of them asked me the exactly same questions.  Mama was bored. They couldn't figure out what kind of disease mama is having. After half an hour, they called obstetrician(OB) to check on mama coz they said may be something was wrong with you. Mama was really extremely worried about you. The OB came an hour after that. He's fatherly. I guess you would like him too. He gently scanned you. And the two other doctors and a nurse inside the room were telling me how sweet you were inside the tummy. The OB smiled. And showed mama the screen. He showed mama your serene heartbeat. Mama cried again. Seeing you alive inside my tummy is the best blessing ever in this holy month of Ramadhan. Allah is the greatest. :')



To be continued...

Dear my lil caliph,


Hospital Ranau was so worried about mama's blood dropped from 9 to 6. So, yesterday, mama experienced riding in an ambulance to Queen, KK. It wasn't a good experience though coz they didn't turn on the nee-noo sound and the pakcik drove a lot faster than papa. Papa was at the back; escorting you and me. Pity him. He didn't get enough rest after mama being admitted to hospital since the past 3 days.

When the ambulance arrived at the Queen, then, they started to turn the nee-noo sound on. And that made the people around started to look panic. At first mama didn't notice coz mama was busy adjusting my scarf and applying a lil bit of lipice inside the ambulance (i can imagine papa doing facepalm.hihu) But seriously honey, mama didn't really feel the pain. Mama just felt dizzy, and i bet, you too coz of the roller coaster ride.


To be continued...

Saturday, July 4, 2015

.inside a white house.

Here I am again.  In a dull blue,yellow and white building. May be God wants to teach me how to like doctors. And hospitals. Coz God knows how much I detest them before.  For personal reasons of course. And I know I'm being punished now. I should learn from it though.

I was just thinking, if they add more colours to the surrounding, it will do us a favour. The dullness just create more pain on us. And gives us soft music once in a while and some delicious cheese cake from secret recipe and a glass of extremely delicious hot choc from the hospital pantry. Ok. That was tooo ambitious. I am just kidding. But seriously the boredom is killing me.  Husband is goin out for a while. I dunno whom to talk to. Sobs.


Sunday, May 3, 2015

.let's grow up.

Just a quick update to tell the world that I'm still alive and still can catch my breath alhmdulillah. It was such a long time. While typing this, I can't stop glancing at my ring finger.  Still can't believe there is a ring stick on it. A ring on a ring finger. Lol. Lame.

Being a busy busy busy grown-up woman is not my cup of tea though.  I can't remember when the last time I ever....
touch my drawing brush,
or go shopping-till-I-drop,
or book a ticket to somewhere last minute and unplanned,
or rent a car and drive nowhere (though I know my driving skills is totally suck),
or go to a 5-star hotel with only a few ringgit in my pocket
or enter a bridal shop pretending that I want to get married, well in fact, I just want to try out the amazing dresses
or reading a book and enjoy it to bits.

Though I am busy, I did figure out how to be a real grown-up (psst..actually, I 'm just trying to impress my husband and mom.LOL.)  Well people, I started to develop a new hobby.



Tadaaaa~ There's Daisy in the kitchen.

I excitedly bought it in Kundasang and called my mum to boast about my little orangydaisy
and I told her and my husband that it WILL bloom gracefully. ^^
Tettt. After 3 days, it became unfertile.  Thanks to me.  Sobs.  Since I'm no good in taking care of my daisy, husband took the responsibility and now, it is still alive, healthily and beautifully and started to produce a junior daisy.  I have no idea how on earth he did that. Well, he impressed me!



Since I failed planting the real flowers, I opt for these plastic ones. --'




Well, will write soon. ('soon' as in next year, may be.lol)