It gets weirder

It crawled slowly across the bed.

It was HUGE and black....all 6 legs skinny and shaking as it tried to balance itself while crawling across the soft quilt.

I looked at it through half open eyes and slowly picked up the bolster lying on the floor beside me.

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Just a light swipe, I told myself, and that will send it flying off the bed and I can go back to sleep.

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SWIPE!!!

SPLAT!!!

SHLEEEEEPPpppppp........

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It was amazing how many things spilled out from that tiny little bug.

Green stuff oozed out....mixed with intestines and blood and even a dead frog.

The stench immediately hit my nose and it knocked me back.

I threw the bolster aside....it was stained with greeen eeky stuff and blood.

And quickly pulled out the tissue box.

But the more I tried wiping...the more intestines spilled out and the smellier it got.

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The puddle of mess got bigger and bigger and soon, the dead frog burst open and more intestines came spewing out, exploding all around me, splattering onto the walls and onto my clothes.

I gagged.

And gagged.

The stench surrounded me and I couldn't move, stuck in bed, as the pool of blood and intestines covered me....

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I opened my mouth to scream.....
And more intestines and green goo came pouring out

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And then...

I woke.

And blinked as the familiar bedroom flooded my vision.

I turned and looked at FattyHubby, silently sleeping beside me.

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And there was no bug.

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I've been having really weird dreams of late. Like last night, I dreamed that my monthly menses came. But consciously, I knew I was pregnant and that I shouldn't be getting it. So I was caught between sleep and consciousness, confused and worried about getting my period and at the same time, telling myself that it cannot be because I AM pregnant.

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And then the night before that, I dreamed that I was about to marry the WRONG MAN! I was all decked out in my wedding gown, holding my favorite flowers, looking like the most beautiful bride there possibly is, and as I walked down the aisle, I looked up and the wrong groom was looking back at me. No no no....this cannot be! I'm suppose to be marrying my Fatty....not this strange person staring back at me.

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I started to panic and looked around. Maybe this was a prank. Maybe Fatty was hiding somewhere, ready to jump out and surprise me. But he was no where to be seen. My heart started pumping harder and harder...and I swear it would have pumped right out of my chest.

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I tried to stop the wedding, tried to turn around and run, but my feet woudn't listen to me. They continued to bring me forward and then, before I knew it, the strange man who was my groom, took my hand in his and smiled down at me.

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Argh! Get your hands off me you bastard! I tried to shout. But nothing came out.

Everyone around me were cheering and clapping but I didn't know a single familar face.

The faces all around me were distorted and ugly and I needed to get away.

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The groom started turning my face to his...and his lips came closer and closer to mine. I tried to turn my face away, but it was held tight by him....and as he slowly came closer and closer....I started to faint.

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And then, I woke up.

And turned to see if FattyHubby was next to me. And he was!

I hugged him and kissed him and curled up closer to him, holding his hands.

And I didn't let it go until I fell asleep.

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But the bug dream, by far, has GOT to be one of the weirdest dream I ever had. And I have no idea why. And I hate it.

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It's already bad enough that I don't really get enough sleep at nights.

Either it's too hot.

Or it's numerous trips to the toilet.

Or the baby is kicking me too hard.

And now, I have to deal with weird choking dreams too.

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Sighs....

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Anyways......

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Onto other topics that cheers me up.....

I went shopping with BestieKat 2 Fridays ago, and she gave me one of the best crash courses on how to buy baby's necessities in that 5 hours we were in One U.

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We shopped for things I NEVER KNEW EXISTED!

I mean, baby nail-clippers that comes attached with its own magnifying glass??? Who would have thought of that!

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I ended up spending RM640 ONLY on baby's stuff.

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And then last weekend, FattyHubby and I went scouting for strollers. It took us about 5 days before we found THE ONE.

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And it's in Pink AND Black too!

Love it to pieces and FattyHubby likes the feel of it (since he'll be the one pushing it most of the time).

If only it was made for me....hahaha!

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Oooh....Mega Sale starting next Sat!

Can't wait!

Playpens.....here I come!

Baby Shower

Here are some pictures from the baby shower organised by BlossomMich and ButtercupTjin.

Sorry, don't really have the time to blog so for now, can only post up pictures.

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But thank you to everyone who came, for all the pressies and angpows.

Thank you, FattyHubby, for all your help with this as well....I know you put in a lot of effort and I love you for that.

BlossomMich and ButtercupTjin, you know I appreciate everything you girls did and I love you both.

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Muaks muaks hugs hugs!

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What else can happen?

Monday

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I drove to work today because FattyHubby had an appointment after work and couldn't send me home first. But it's okay, I can still drive. After all, my tummy still hasn't touched the steering yet and my car is ONLY a manual....not that hard to drive.

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So, I nicely steered into the office basement and found the perfect spot near the elevators and did my best to reverse in without the guide from my reverse sensors. Did I not mention that my dumb dog bit off the wires from my reverse sensors and left two gapping holes where the sensors used to be, with 2 wires hanging gaily at the back of my car? No? Well, that's what she did and now, I'm driving around with two gapping holes and wires sticking out from the butt of my otherwise, beautiful, sleek black car.

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Am still waiting for FattyHubby to get it done for me....

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Anyways, so I successfully parked and got out of the car, with a bit of trouble as the car next to me was parked a little out of his line. But I managed to get out.

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And then I saw how near my car and the other car was. Mind you, mine was parked right in the centre of the box. His was a little over to my side. And there was only about 2 inches space between our side mirrors.

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But instead of doing the smart thing by getting back into my car and parking it somewhere else, I decided that I could get pass the 2 inches space by SUCKING IT IN.

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Grabbing my bag tighter, I ambitiously walked between the mirrors...

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AND GOT STUCK!!!!!

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I totally forgot that not only were the mirrors the same height as my stomach, I also conveniently forgot that I was 7 months pregnants and no matter how much I tried sucking it in, there wasn't much that got sucked in.

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So there I was, stuck.

Couldn't move left, couldn't move right.

I huffed and puffed and tried to suck in as much as I could. But I was still stuck.

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Stupid femme. Stupid femme. Stupid femme.

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A woman walked pass and looked at me and I flashed her the biggest smile I could. Don't worry about me, I'm just stuck but I'm loving it.

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She disappeared into the building and I stopped grinning like an idiot. An idiot that was stuck between 2 side mirrors of 2 different cars.

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I tried folding back my side mirror but it wouldn't budge.

In the end, I bent my knees and squatted down slightly so that both mirrors went up pass my belly and to my chest and I managed to squat walk sideways out.

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I should have thought of that earlier.

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Tuesday

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Getting stuck between 2 side mirrors and hurting my tummy a little was not enough drama for me, you know.

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Today, I decided to totter into the office wearing heels.

Why?

Because I'm not driving mah. FattyHubby driving me mah. So I can wear heels lorr.

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And then, halfway through the day, I decided that I want to go to Digital Mall after work to get my speakers and totally forgot about the fact that I was on heels and shouldn't be walking around too much.

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So after work, we went to Digital Mall and of course, FattyHubby insisted on dropping me off at the entrance first while he went to look for parking.

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But hero here decided to follow her hubby and didn't want to go into the mall alone first. After going around like 5 times, we finally found parking in front of Pizza Hut.

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And I tottered clumsily over the unbalanced tar road.

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The whole time, FattyHubby kept asking me if my feet were ok and I kept insisting they were even though they were hurting like hell. Just to avoid getting nagged at for wearing heels.

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By the time we got home, my feet were hurting so bad, I could only limp into the room, fall into bed and massage my feet.

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So much for wearing heels because I wasn't driving.

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Later after dinner, when my feet were feeling much better (that's cos FattyHubby found out the truth cos he barged into the room while I was massaging my feet and even though I hid my feet under the blankets like superquick, he caught me, and gave me an hour long nag but also an hour long feet massage), I excitedly skipped up the stairs and dragged my new speakers into the room to test them.

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I got everything in place, plugged the red wire into the red socket, the white wire into the white sockets and then took the sound jack and plugged it into my MP3 player.

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No sound.

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Eh, cannot be mah.

I checked everything, made sure I had everything plugged in and that the switch was on, and all looked fine to me. So I tried again.

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Still no sound.

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I pulled out the sound jack and checked it against my earphones jack. Both same size, same length, so shouldn't be a problem kan.

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But why still no sound?

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So I tried it on my laptop and the sound came out perfectly well.

So why does it not work with my MP3?

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I called for FattyHubby to help me.

He took one look at my MP3 and gave me THE look.

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Did you turn on the volume on your MP3?

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I looked at the MP3. The volume level was off.

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DAMN!

My 28th Birthday - whoopeee....

My birthday just came and went *snaps finger* just like that. And now, it's over and I'm officially 2 years away from hitting the big THREE ZERO.

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Life.Is.So.Damn.Unfair.

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I mean, let's rewind back to two years ago.

My birthday was a whirlwind of partying, boozing and puking into big pots - where I ended up being carried back by 3 men - FattyHubby, Patrick and my dad >_<

Yes, MY dad...

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More than 30 friends and family members celebrated the event with me and we had a blast of a time! What with freeflow of whisky and DJ spinning retro music and all.

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Then, one year back.

My group of closest friends threw me a surprise birthday party and we had a good dinner, a great time catching up and also, non-stop booze.

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Then this year.

It was so bleak I thought it was a funeral instead of a birthday.

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Yes, so I'm married.

And yes, so I'm about 7 months pregnant.

But that doesn't mean I still can't have fun right.

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WRONG!

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I can't!

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Not because my husband is boring....trust me, he definitely isn't.

Not because my friends are not happening anymore....they still are.

BUT it's because I get tired soooo easily!

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Which really sucks, you know.

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FattyHubby took the day off last Friday to spend my birthday with me since I was on leave as well. He had the whole day planned out for us.

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Lunch, followed by a whole afternoon of shopping, and then ending the day by bringing me up to Genting for my favourite Durian Tempura.

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Oh, we started off the day according to plan....
We went to Bonton for a nice, cozy lunch.....had the most delicious pie-tee in the world, a huge bowl of Sarawak Laksa, yummy pulut 'tong-sui' for dessert and a slice of absolutely lip-smacking blueberry cheesecake compliments from the chef.

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And then when the husband wanted to bring me shopping, instead of jumping at the opportunity (after all, how often does a husband offer to take a wife shopping), I decided to get tired and sleepy and insisted on going home so that I can nap. DUH!

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And napped I did!

From 3pm all the way to 8pm...so dinner in Genting for my favourite Durian Tempura was out the window as well.

And it wasn't because FattyHubby didn't try waking me up, he did. I just refused to.

So, we ended up in Pyramid at 9.15pm for a quick Korean dinner.

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See......

All because I was tired!!!

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And I get tired ALL THE TIME!!!

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After work, I'm sleeping till 9pm before I wake up for dinner.

And then, I'm alseep again.

On weekends, I'm awake at 12pm...and then by 3pm, I have to sleep again.

And tiredness just hits me when I least expect it.

It just comes, slaps me in the head, and my eyes are closing....be it whether I'm driving, or sitting on the toilet bowl, or eating....whatever.

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SO, that was how I spent my birthday.

SLEEPING!

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Happy Birthday to me!