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The life of the Un-interesting

I haven't been blogging much as I've been too busy updating myself by reading other people's blogs. And by reading all these blogs, it's made me NOT wanna blog much anymore. It's so un-inspiring to realise that my life isn't a tad bit interesting at all.

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I mean, I don't get invited to events and launches of anything anymore like I used to, so I don't get to meet important or beautiful people anymore, or rub shoulders with the whos and whats while sipping on wine.

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No more dressing up and looking all ready to party because this mama ain't partying no more. No more clubs, or JD parties, or Mambo Jumbos, or whatever.

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I'm not a glamorous celebrity so I don't get stalked by psychotic looneybins. I'm not a famous blogger so I don't get other jealous bloggers giving me bad publicity. I'm not paid to do advertorials although advertisers do advertise on my site (thank you!!!).

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No. In fact, I'm just a half-crazed mother-slash-wife who's main reason in life is to scream at her one-oil cysted-eye daughter NOT to play with the dirty pink house slippers, who cracks her brain juice deciding what to cook for dinner (which doesn't happen very often anymore if you realise the lack of recipe blogs), who gets herself and daughter locked up inside a show house for more than half an hour, who's one excitement in life is the pasar malam on Saturday nights.

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AnnUma asked me, "So are you guys going away on a holiday anytime soon?"

And I replied, "You know the roadshow SK has to go on for work? Yeah, I'm following him".

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That's me. And the life I've become.

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Not the least bit interesting.

Simple Dinner on a Wednesday Night

It's hard to prepare dinner and do the house chores and look after a baby that crawls everywhere at the same time and it can be very tiring. So, the dishes that I usually make are pretty simple, takes very little preparation time and even less cooking time.
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And again, if someone like me that's so new in this 'kitchen stuff' can do it, I don't think it would be too hard for anyone else.
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Fried Pork with Sweet & Sour Sauce
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Ingredients
pork fillet cut into cubes
4 tsp cornflour
1 medium egg white
salt
black pepper
Chinese 5-spice powder
cucumber for garnishing
oil
sweet & sour sauce
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Method
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Whisk the egg white and cornflour until it becomes a smooth blend. Add in a pinch of salt, black pepper and 5-spice powder. Mix well.
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Add in the pork and mix until the pork is well covered. Reserved.
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Heat the wok and add in the oil. When the oil is very hot, put in the pork cubes piece by piece and stir-fry for 3 - 4 minutes until it turns a golden beige. Add in the sweet & sour sauce and stir-fry for another 3 minutes on low fire.
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Remove from wok, garnish with sliced cucumber and it's ready to serve.
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Tom Yum Styled Steam Fish
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Ingredients
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1 medium sized white pomphret
12 ladies fingers / okra
3 tomatoes
2 tsp of Tom Yum paste
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Method
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Using a round shallow steel plate, marinate the fish thoroughly in it with the tom yum paste. Set aside and reserve.
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Cut the ladies fingers/okra into halves and the tomatoes into fours. Distribute them evenly around the fish.
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Put 300ml of water in the wok and put to boil. Place the plate of fish on a stand inside the wok and cover. Turn the fire down to low and put to steam for 20 minutes.
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Ready to be served.

Hairkenstein

Welcome to femmefatale's museum of hair gone wrong.

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in Beijing - May 2007

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Here, as you can see, are a compilation of all the hairstyles I've gone through since I can't even remember when.

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Maya Hotel - Jan 2008

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But this, yes THIS, has got to be the worse one ever!

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no, not this...this was V Day 2006...ok, maybe this was quite bad too

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Instead of going to see Fred@LeVi as usual, I decided to try out a new place nearer home, hoping that they'll do a wondertasticlous job and I won't ever have to travel so far to do my hair again (remember, I'm now living in the 'countryside').

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New Years @ Singapore - 2005/06

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So, I walked into this saloon, it's called Evergreen by the way, so please enter only if you dare (or if you have too much money to waste) and told them exactly what I wanted - to color, trim, treat and reshape my out-of-shape hair.

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Gentings - Dec 2005

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I even showed them a picture so that they'd at least have a clue about what I was asking for and they nodded and assured me that they understood perfectly what I wanted. Of course, it didn't help with the fact that their English was atrocious and I couldn't speak cantonese for nuts.

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Camerons - May 2005

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4 hours later, I looked like this.

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yes, THIS!!!

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And I had to pay a whopping RM698 to look like this! And in 'this', I mean 'SHIT'!

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here, let me show you again...even Renee looks horrified

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Apparently, the treatment they gave me was some latest scientific technology from Kerastase, the color was some X brand from dunno which country and yada yada...

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My last words to them before I walked out were "I'm extremely unhappy with your work and I will NEVER come back here again - except to wash my hair".

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And that's also because they tried to pacify me by giving me free shampoo and masque (which I genuinely think they already included the cost into my bill) and so, if I brought the shampoo and masque with me when I go for a hair wash, instead of charging me the usual RM45, they will only charge me RM18. Whatever!

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Sigh....

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I look like an alien mop gone wrong now.

It's all about chicken

Since FattyHubby comes home later on Mondays, instead of cooking dishes, I decided to try a new recipe. I came across this in the Curries & Asian Food recipe book but improvised a little on the method of cooking and ingredients to make it taste more like something I would make.

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It's pretty easy. I started preparing (as in chopping the onions and garlic and boiling the rice as well) at 6pm and dinner was ready before 8pm.

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Sweet & Sour Rice with Chicken

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Ingredients
2 tsp sesame oil
1 tsp Chinese 5-spice powder
1 garlic clove chopped
1 onion chopped
4 tbsp tomato ketchup
1 tbsp tomato puree
2 tbsp honey
1 tbsp vinegar
1 tbsp dark soya sauce
3 boneless chicken thigh cut into cubes
1 carrot shredded
600ml water
steamed rice for 4pax
oil

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Method
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Mix together the sesame oil and Chinese 5-spice powder and marinate the chicken with it. Heat the wok, then add the oil and when hot, cook the garlic and onion.

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Add in the chicken and stir-fry over a medium fire until the chicken is cooked through. Remove from wok and keep warm.

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Stir the rice into the wok and add in the water, tomato ketchup, tomato puree, honey, vinegar and dark soya sauce. Stir well to mix. Bring to boil, then simmer until almost all the liquid is absorbed. Stir in the carrots and chicken and continue to cook for another 3 minutes or so.

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Done

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And then, I decided, why not make another dish, something that can be eaten as a snack (cold or hot) and it MIGHT go well with the rice, so here's my OWN recipe.

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Stir-fried Cucumber with Chicken Gizzard (can be served cold too)

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Ingredients

3 tbsp of chilli sauce

2 lime

1 tsp salt

1 medium sized cucumber

500gr chicken gizzard

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Method

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Peel the outer layer of the cucumber and cut it into half length-wise. Remove the seeds with a spoon and then cut into semi-circle slices. Reserve.

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Clean the chicken gizzard and cut each piece into halves. Marinate with salt. Reserve.

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Heat up the wok, then add the oil and when hot, add in the chicken gizzard. Stir-fry until the gizzard is cooked through.

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Add in the cucumber and stir for another 1-2 minutes, then add in the chilli sauce. Mix well and stir for another 3 minutes. Squeeze in lime.

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Done.

A new category?

Surprise surprise, I'm actually contemplating if I should start a new category here - The Starter Chef! I know, I know, you can close that mouth of yours now, thank you. And yes, I AM cooking and have been doing so for the pass month since we moved in here.

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3 months ago, I blogged about having to boil porridge for Renee and not knowing how to go about it and I didn't even understand what Renee's pediactrician was talking about when she said 'bubur'.

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Now, 3 months later, I'm whipping up carrots, tomatoes and anchovies congee, carrots, broccoli and chicken congee, fish and spinach congee, and this week, I'm even making pork congee!

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That's not it. Not only am I cooking for Renee, I actually prepare dinner 3 times a week for FattyHubby and me! *applause!* Now how about that!

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The first week, I made baked chicken drumstick with potatoes, carrots and chinese mushroom in herbs, and fried rice with long beans, chicken and fish cake the day after.

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The second week, I made black pepper steak with baked potato spuds and a bowl of buttered, slightly salted sauteed cauliflower, baby carrots and baby corn on a Monday, baked chicken in onion sauce and ommelette on Wednesday and fried mee hoon and curry chicken on Friday.

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The third week, it was vietnamese beef noodles!

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I know it may only be simple dishes to you out there who are already ironchefs in your own ways, but for me, this is an ACCOMPLISHMENT! I mean, I couldn't even fry an egg before I moved out here. I'm so proud of myself and watching FattyHubby enjoy my cooking is (sometimes) so much better than getting an orgasm. Honest!

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Unfortunately, I have not taken a single picture of anything that I've made so there's nothing I can post up to show you, which leads us right back to the reason of this blog - should I or should I not, start a new category?

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Hmmm....

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Why, I think I shall *grins*

Out of the 'Black Hole'

The hubby finally agreed to purchase the Maxis mobile broadband for me! After keeping me dying and suffering in this damned black hole for nearly a month!

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You have no idea what it feels like not being able to connect to the virtual world and I don't even want to try describing it. Now that I'm back, I'm loving it and I ain't complaining =)

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It's not as fast and steady as a land line but it keeps me connected and that's all I want. And I won't ask for more. Except for TM to hurry up and make more phone ports here so that we can get Streamyx or P1 or whatever that's better than this mobile broadband...

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So, yes, we're finally in our OWN nest....far away from everyone else (literally) and away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Our own house, own rules, own freedom.....

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It's tiring of course...
Back home, I had mummy to help me with the laundry and the cooking and cleaning...
Here, it's all on our own...no help from anyone....

So it's been different, but we're settling in.

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The maid will be here in a month's time (I hope) and hopefully when she's here, I'll have more time to do my own things....(shopping! hairstylist! blogging!)....hahaha!

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A conversation with a cousin from Aussie went like this:

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Hi Kristy, Shaun here, did you know I was back in town?

No! Nobody told me! Since when?

That's for moving out to the countryside!!!

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>_<'

Guess what I found?

My OLD SCRAPBOOK-DIARY-whateveritwascalledbefore thingy.

I was going through my cupboards, trying to sort out whatever I can in preparation of moving into the new home when I found it. Needless to say, my packing was forgotten after that while I flopped onto bed to flip through it.

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Gawd, will you just look at that!

What was I thinking?

You know, I had short boy cropped hair since I was born and now that I'm looking at it, I realise that I'm ugly. I WAS ugly, anyways...haha....now I think I'm gorgeous, although I still don't like my hairstyle but I'm soooo much more beautiful than I was before.

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Shit, so you mean all these while growing up, here I thought I was so good-looking when I was just an ugly piece of shit. Can you imagine? A piece of shit who thinks it was pretty. An ugly piece of shit with horror teeth and bad hair who thinks it was pretty.

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No wonder my childhood was so weird.

Now I know why. It was all because of my stupid hair!

The stupid hair made me look ugly, and because of that I craved for attention and because of that I did all sorts of dumb things to get the attention and therefore, weird childhood.

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My mother lah. Dunno how to bring me for a proper haircut.

Sheesh...all her fault.

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Oh, yes, I used to absolutely ADOREEEEEEEEEE Leon Lai.

Why, I dunno, and I still can't answer that.

Maybe because he has the height...or the charming pretty boy looks...or the weird ear...hahaha!

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i wanted to be a fashion designer once upon a time

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the first time CuzRoy and I took a train to Penang

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proof of purchase of my first pair of versace jeans

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SisSarah and CuzSandra waaaaaaaay back when they were small mites

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the first dinner & show i attended with SisJodie and she paid for my bitter lemon

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And then, I saw this.

And memories upon memories just came flooding back and hitting me so hard in the head I started having a headache.

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Peter Lim...

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Chong Voon Hock....
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Sherman Ong....
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Oh yes, love is OH-SO-DEFINITELY blind!

NineWest or Ferragamo?

Since the hubby was at work and the daughter actually woke up early today, I decided to take a stroll to Pavilion and also, to do my grand-daughterly duties of having brunch with Mama and Yeh Yeh.

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Daddy and mummy decided to bring the grandparents for their favorite congee and dim sum at CrystalJadePalace and since daddy had been emphasizing on the fact that Yeh Yeh was looking forward to seeing Renee, how could I not say yes right. And also, how could I say no to going to a shopping mall where my fav Charles&Keith happens to be! *winks*

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NineWest was launching their latest collection of shoes and bags in conjunction with the Pavilion Pit Stop week and so, being girls, Sarah and I floated into the fahsion show arena. Renee's first ever fashion show! Exciting-nya!

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The models were all from AndrewModels and gosh, their legs, like sky high!

And they were all sooooooo skinny!

And FLAT CHESTED!!!!

Hahahaha....I don't feel so bad afterall!

In fact, I can proudly proclaim that I have a little more to show than them!

So proud!

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SHUT UP!!!

I KNOW that I'm a breastfeeding mother now and that my breasts will shrink back into non-existence once I wean Renee off.

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But let's just think of now and today.

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Thank you.

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i think she was more facinated with the disco balls above

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We were seated in the 2nd row from the catwalk and were so terribly up close and personal with the long legged creatures it was just exhilirating! Our noses were practically stuck to each shoes that modelled past us and as more shoes walked pass, the deeper I fell in love with each design.

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that's an exasperated Andrew in the background

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It was sooooo exciting!

Mother and daughter (and of course Sarah) were watching a fashion show together for the first time and I was sure Renee was just as excited as I was to be on VIP seats at a NineWest fashion show.

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SHE FELL ASLEEP!!!!

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Among the gorgeous models, the even more gorgeous shoes on display, the LOUD booming music, the hype of it all, and she FELL ASLEEP!!!!

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I was telling BestieKat about it later in the evening.

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My daughter is soooo not a shoes and bag person lah! Imagine lah, she fell asleep at a NineWest fashion show!

Maybe she's not the NineWest type of girl leh. Maybe she's a Ferragamo shoes and bag type...

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GASPS!

*clutches heart in shock*

If she ever opens her mouth for a Ferragamo, I'd die dot come Cheesie style.

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Sarah and I were so into this one paticular Asian model.

She was HOT!

I tried to take a picture of her but didn't get a clear one.

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she's the 2nd one from the left

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She had a pair of the most gorgeous eyes and we were just drooling over her.

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Hopefully Renee will grow up to be gorgeous too.

She definitely won't be flat chested. I hope.

Here she is....baring her cleavage for all to see!

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Bumped into BIG Pink

Bumped into an old friend in 1U on Sunday.

Have not seen her since my wedding. Not because we drifted apart but because she has been busy with work.

She and I used to car-pool to college. With me driving of course.

Know who I'm talking about?

Think PINK!
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Anyways, she was shopping at Diva's when I saw her.

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OMG, Kristy!!!!

Hey! It's been so long!

OMG, Kristy!!!

Yeah...I know...it's been too long.

OMG, Kristy!!!

Erm....*ahem*.....yeah....hey....

OMG OMG OMG!!!

*i was starting to get a litty bitty annoyed at this moment*

OMG, I can't believe I'm seeing this!
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What? What?

OMG KRISTY!!! You're the hottest girl in college. The one that broke so many many hearts. The one that was always skipping classes. The rebellious sarcastic girl. The one who wanted to kill John Beh. The clubber. The alcoholic. And look at you now!!! With a baby's stroller!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! Kristy with a baby's stroller!!! That is JUST SO WRONG!!!
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-_-' whatever.

Blackout

Did you see the sky this morning?

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7 in the morning and it was so dark, it looked like hell on earth. No, I've never been to hell and I don't know what hell is like but I'm pretty sure it would have looked like what it looked like this morning.

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Lightning streaked across the dark skies, lighting it up for split seconds, before it was enveloped back into darkness. Lightning followed by crackling thunder so loud my car alarm went off more than 3 times. And no, I didn't bother getting up to shut it off.

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Our room was dark and hot.

A few houses on our street had their power robbed from them.

Our house was one of them.

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Lying down in the dark, I thought back of all the times when we had blackouts.

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The first memory that came flashing past was when we still had the huge fish pond in our house. It housed more than 10 of daddy's precious japanese carps, each weighing more than 20kgs, sleeked with gold, red and orange. Daddy had them from when they were tiny little things and during one blackout, more than 5 of them died.

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I can still see daddy standing in the pond, fishing out the dead fishes with his hands, and he had to hold each one with both his arms, each being so heavy and slippery, then wrapping each one in newspaper before discarding them. The look on his face. It was undescribable and until today, I still have no words to describe the expression on his face.

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And all I could do that time was stand there, watching him fish the dead fishes out from the water with that undescribable look on his face.

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The second memory was of the time when I just returned from Cameron Highlands to a blackout house and I couldn't stand the heat so I went to meet ButtercupTjin and BlossomMich for a game of pool at Breakers, and that was when the story of me and FattyHubby started.

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I've experienced so many blackouts in this house, sometimes alone, sometimes together with my sisters, sometimes with the entire family, that it has become the norm.

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3 hours later, TNB fixed the problem and I drifted back to sleep.

The Kill

With eyes like a hawk, she watches it zoom around the room.

It darts from top to bottom, side to side, as fast as the wind but never once did she lose sight of it. She was on a mission and her mission was to do one thing and one thing alone.

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TO KILL.

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It had already attacked her once and she wore the wound on her right wrist. It would not attack her again because it was smart enough to understand the mission she was on, and it knew the mission was to have it dead. To go near her again for another attack might cost it it's life and it could not risk it.

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It zoomed passed her ears, taunting her, teasing her. She remained still, knowing that the slightest move might cost her the only chance of killing it. She watched it zipping around, as fast as lighting, calculating it's every move, mentally strategizing when to move in.

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Soon enough, it got tired and landed out of view, or so it thought.

It stayed there, resting, unknown of its impending death.

But her eyes were sharp. She saw it. And made her move.

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WHAM!!!!

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It never even saw it coming.

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For you

This is for you.

You may not like the fact that I'm blogging this but it's the only way to show you how strongly I feel about it. Perhaps this might work better than talking to you. Because I've tried the talking oh so many many times but nothing seems to be going in. I'm so disappointed with you there are no words to describe how disappointed I am. And yes, I'm very angry with you for not having the courage to stand up for yourself. To save yourself. To stop this before it gets deeper. It's come to a point where I don't even want to care anymore. But I still do. And that's what love is. The love you think you know is NOT what love is. So I'm hoping that by doing this, you'd be able to read this over and over and over again until something sinks in.

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And yes, you ARE stubborn like that.

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I don't know if you are really blind (emotionally) or just in self-denial. Or maybe even scared. Because deep down inside, I know you know it's all wrong for you and yet, you do not want to get out of it.

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What I don't understand is WHY?

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I've been told many many times to stop trying to understand people because I will never be able to. But I DO still want to try understanding you. Because you're just not anyone. You're someone I care for deeply. That's why I'll keep trying.

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You are definitely not stupid. You may be a little blind but definitely not stupid. So why are you doing this to yourself? Even you yourself know that all the signs are pointing towards DISASTER and yet, you are still heading that way. Why?

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Are you so afraid to be alone in this world? So much so that you would rather spend the rest of your life being bullied and miserable rather than to be happy and alone? Is being alone so frightening that you'd sacrifice true happiness? And self-respect? And self dignity?

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What she said was right, you know?

How can you expect someone to respect you when you don't even respect yourself?

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Let's not even talk about respect.

Let's talk about a bit of self dignity.

You don't even have that.

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Promises has been made over and over so many times. Promises to change.

But how can one change their characters? Themselves? Who they are?

They were born like that and they will die like that.

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Like I've told you, do you want to live your life as a lion tamer, living everyday with the fear of not knowing when the lion is going to turn around and bite your head off? If you do, fine by me. But when the lion does bite your head off one day, you won't have the chance to walk away anymore because you'll be dead.

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Let me give you an example:

You always see women in abusive relationships and then you ask yourself, why don't they get out? Because everytime the man beats the woman, he apologizes and promises never to do it again. And the woman forgives him, thinking and HOPING that he will change. The next night, he does it again, and apologizes again and promises never to do it again and the woman forgives him again, thinking and HOPING that he will change. The next night, he does it all over again.

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So the question is, when WILL the woman stop hoping? When he finally beats her to death?

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It all starts with one mean word from the mouth.

One name calling.

One push.

One shove.

One slap.

One punch.

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You say this is different.

I say this is NOT different.

It's the same thing.

And you KNOW it's the same thing.

You can tell me lies to cover up for people. But you can't lie to yourself.

So, I'm asking you now, when are you going to stop hoping?

WHEN WILL YOU HAVE THE COURAGE TO WALK AWAY?

Dinner Boo Boo

Mummy made noodles for my dinner tonight and I brought it out to the dining table. I also saw that she left a bowl of pai kuat and sausages in another bowl so I took that out with me as well.

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I popped a sausage into my mouth and started attacking the bowl of noodles. Damn hungry. It was already 10pm and I only had 1901 for lunch this afternoon.

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"Kristy, what did you take out with you?" mummy shouts from the kitchen.

"The noodles and the bowl of meat lah!" I shouted back."

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There was silence.

And then. "You ate from the bowl of meat arr?"

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Me. "Why? I took a sausage lah"

"It's for the dog!"

"WHAT??? How was I suppose to know that!"

"The sausage was from 2 months ago lah, and can't you see the bones under it?"

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I took a closer look into the bowl.

OH MY GAWWWWWWWWWD!!!!

I just ate dog food!!!!

Oh really??? Me???

I was browsing through FB last night when a new notification came in.

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XKCX has tagged you in a photo

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and I was thinking....hmmm, XKCX XKCX XKCX, who is XKCX....and I even had to go into her profile to see her profile pictures to remind myself who XKCX is. And since I don't even remember who this person is exactly, how can this person have a picture of me?

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This....

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was what the picture was....

and when I rolled my curser over it,

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THIS....

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was what I was tagged as!

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THE DRAMA QUEEN

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REALLY???

ME???

A DRAMA QUEEN???

NO WAAAAAAAAY......

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I wonder what I ever did to create that impression to someone I hardly even know.

It's amazing...

...how I can now sing to every song on PlayHouse Disney >_<'

I'm so doomed

I knew I was doomed the day I got pregnant.

Not because I wasn't ready for a child although at that time, I really wasn't ready. I mean, honeymoon was suppose to be in May, and then after that only try for a child but then I found out I was with child in January and it was all because I miscalculated and....anyways, that's old story now.

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Not doomed because my body was gonna bloat up. Well, I wasn't looking forward to having wider hips because my hips then was already wide and all but then again, all women will have to bloat up when pregnant and anyways, I got my body back to the way it was and in fact I'm lighter than before I got pregnant and I lost so much weight that even my double-eyelid-less eye has miraculously formed a double-eyelid whoopeee! which just goes to show how much oil and fat I lost just from my face alone and YES, I AM GLOATING....teeeheehee!

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I knew I was doomed because....

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You know how everyone has a fear of something? And as you all know if you've been following this blog, my biggest fear is for the four-legged, translucent brown, clammy cold thing you people call a lizard which I don't think it even deserves to have a name but anyways, yes, this lizard thing and I have been on-going enemies for the longest time and no matter how much I try to tell myself that there's nothing much to fear about them, I will continue to be afraid of the disgusting things for the rest of my life and there's nothing much anyone can do about it (this sentence is too long I don't know how to end it).

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My other fear is cooking.

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I know right.

Cooking.

Like duh, cooking?

Cooking. Lizard. Cooking. Lizard. Cooking.

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Okay, fine, to be fair to the lizards, I don't actually fear fear cooking. I more like fear the whole process of cooking. Preparing the ingredients. Putting them into the wok. Having oil spit out from the firery pit onto my hands and singe-ing me. And then having the food taste pathetic after the whole process. That fear.

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So because of this fear, I never attempted to cook. Well, once in a while I do but nothing interestingly enough to cause a fire in the kitchen and most of the time when I DO have to cook (like making maggi mee or boiling rice), I use the good ol' microwave.

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Oh yes, I absolutely LURVE the microwave! Without it, I would never be able to fry eggs, or boil rice, or make instant noodles and etc!

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So, you would think, don't like to cook, scared to cook then don't cook lah, right?

I thought so too.

Until I got pregnant. But then, I pushed it away and told myself to cross the bridge only when I get to it.

And then, 2 weeks ago, when I brought Renee for her check-up, her pediac tells me, the next time you come, I will talk to you about bubur for Renee and being the moron that I am, I ask back, what's bubur?

You should have seen the look on FattyHubby's face. It wasn't nice.

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Porridge???!!!

OH.MY.GAWD!!!!

I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO MAKE PORRIDGE!!!!!

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Why can't Renee just drink breastmilk and live on rice cereals forever?

It's just as good as eating bubur right?

They even sell rice cereals with bananas / pears / apples / or whatever you want they have so why would I need to do any cooking?

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Who says boiling porridge does not constitute as cooking? I wil shoot anyone who tells me that okay. I swear I will!

I have to wash the rice right?

I have to put it in a pot, put in the right amount of water and set it to boil right?

It has fire involved right?

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Confirm die!

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BestieKat called me few days ago and I decided to unburden my woes onto her and what does she do? She LAUGHS at me! Hmph!

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And then, she offered to demonstrate it for me one day when I go over to her place. But WHY CAN'T I USE THE MICROWAVE???? I wailed.

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Because it won't be as tasty as doing it the right way. Besides, using microwave is not healthy.

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Tasty? Babies can't taste. If they could, they wouldn't have invented all sorts of different flavored rice cereals right?

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But the one point that hit me was 'not healthy'.

And because of that, I'm doomed.

Doomed to boil porridge for Renee from now onwards.

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Oh, the sacrifices a mother makes for her child!

This spoilt my day

O.M.G!!!!

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I read this post on Cheesie's blog and now, I want to commit suicide. The stupid picture of the lizrad is stuck in my head and I can't get it out and just writing about it now is making me want to puke. That's why I want to commit suicide. I'd rather die than to have the image of the damn thing flashing in my mind every 5 seconds....and there it goes again.

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Omg, if I found something as disgusting like that in my kitchen sink, I think I would just freak! And I don't think I would be as cool as Cheesie and just go on with life and do other things in the house while the lizard is still lying in the kitchen sink lorr. I think I would just zone out and stand there frozen like a dungu until someone comes and do something about it.

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But knowing me, I won't freeze like dungu lorr.

I think the first thing I'd do would be to scream and jump back then slip on the floor mat and fall flat on my face and break all my teeth.

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Either that or I'd turn on the tap and try to flush it down the sink, but then, it will get stuck in the teeny weeny sink hole and its tail will fly off and it might start scrambling to break free and watching it do that will make me scream and jump back, slip on the floor mat, fall flat on my face and break all my teeth.

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The best would be that while its stuck in the teeny weeny sink hole, I'd turn on the tap so that water will gush out stronger and hopefully, the lizard will eventually get sucked through and then all its guts would come splurting out and the egg will be smashed into a million pieces too and that would do the world good because not only did I kill one lizard, I killed all its children too so how about that!

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Or, of course, I could just sneak up on it while it stays there not knowing its impending death and spray it with sheltox and it wouldn't be able to run anywhere except round and round the sink because it would be too slippery for it to climb out and so, I'll just keep spraying round and round the sink until the lizard runs to its death...teeheehee.

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Watching it writher to death would absolutely make my day *BIG GRIN*

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But I don't think any of this would happen. Instead, I would stand there screaming for someone to get rid of it and mummy will come in and try to help the lizard get out from the sink. And when the lizard does manage to clamber out, I'll jump back, slip on the floor mat, fall on my face and break all my teeth. It's my destiny.

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Here's a hello from Renee to cheer you up....

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and yes, you ARE gorgeous just like your mummy =)

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And here's a picture of the ugly lizard (courtesy of Cheesie) to spoil your day again....waakakakakaaaaa.......

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Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder
Where you are
Its been so long since I've seen you
My life has moved on quite far
If you don't already know
I'm married to a wonderful man
And a gorgeous daughter
We have to show
My life is now quite perfect
Compared to back then
I hope you've been well
And that your life is settled down
Because the way you were living
It was definitely jail bound
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Sometimes I think back
On the way things were back then
How much laughter and joy we shared
How in discipline we lack
Five years we shared
Though we were only twelve
But it was in those growing years
That played such an important role
That these feelings we cannot shelve
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I was so young and naive back then
And openly trusted and believed in everything you did
I gave you all I had
And you turned back with nothing in hand
You took advantage of me
And the kindness me and my family bestowed on you
I never knew someone could be so cunning
So mean, deceiving and untrue
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Many lessons I learnt
Throughout the time we had
And these lessons I carry with me till today
To prevent my heart and feelings again from being hurt and burnt
Although I hate what you did to me
I still want to thank you
For making me into the person I am
Stronger, more confident and not easily lied to
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Which is why no matter what happened
It is now all in the past
History it remains
All bound up in my memories in a cast
And so at times I still think of you
Of memories shared in the past
I wish life has been great for you
As it has been for me since I saw you last
Perhaps one day we'll meet when I've discovered
That everything you did to me has been forgiven
Until then, I will sometimes still wonder
If you are still alive and happily living.