I don't get it.

I strongly believe that birthdays are for the mothers and not the child. I mean, all the kid did was to pop out in all oblivion. Mum on the other hand had to carry baby for 9 months, puking for 3 months (or possibly all 9 months), battling stretch marks, feeling like crap and then going through labour for forever and then more toiling and gnashing of teeth bringing up baby.

So, in conjunction with my birthday today, my Mum should be cutting the cake. My mum should be getting the birthday dinner and my mum should be getting the presents.. :)

Blessed Birthday Mi!

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My first day at 31.

You know you are 31 when :

- No matter how interesting the evening is, you feel really sleepy at 9.30pm.
- Your birthday dinner is a dinner thing that starts at 7.30pm and ends at 9.30pm.
- Your birthday song is sung softer.
- Your 'cake' is made out of little cherry tomatoes with bunny ears and not a sweet sinful cream smothered cake that will go straight to the hips.(yes my good friend actually did some vege art and turned cherry tomatoes into cute little bunnies.... it was so cool).
- You start to be on screen saver mode by 10.00pm and go on auto hibernate at 10.17pm.

Anyhow, this was one of my best birthdays. I spent it with my family and old friends (whom I met by chance!). It was just great. Even sleep deprived, today has been just so worth it. I live for days like these.

zzzz with a :)

No. 31

This is my last day to be 30. Imagine going on to my Four - O. The thing is, i may be 31 but I feel like a 23 year old. I still remember the stuff my friends and I used to do, or talk about, laugh about.

My best friend and I used to do loads of stuff together when we were in our twenties and very much single. It was college in the day and Planet Hollywood in the night, right up to 1am or 2am... without transport home. Nonsense... tempting providence to the hilt. God must have been sending guardian angels and doing an overtime on us.

If my daughter would to pull a stunt like this, I will lock her in the highest tower guarded by a fire-spitting dragon. Oh yes... mummy can summon dragons :)

Shang - Ri La Putrajaya... NOT

OMG...

One should NEVER go there for buffet lunch. It was such a dissapointment. For RM50++ - RM60++ something, I thought it was a heavy breakfast buffet in a 3 star hotel.

Sheesh... they don't even replenish the trays. The fish whatever was swimming in oil. The chicken whatever was having an oil bath as well. Everything was the spicy-oily type. Eeek!

Pokoknya, don't have meals there. Not worth your money and time. Even the tea tasted like left over bittergourd juice with brown colouring.

Finally!!!

Yes!!!!! Finally I am taking 5 days off work to go back home to chill. You cannot believe how much I need this break. Everyday has been back breaking in the office. If this continues I will look like a 90 yr old. Have to check out the market once again. I need a job that pays well and gives me time to chill. ..... Yeah right!!

Eyes falling out

Form sunrise to sunset, I am toiling in the office. Doing a million things that does not necessarily go towards the 'work of the day'. So it piles up to one big mess and then will one day blow up in my face.

I am so tired. My eyeballs are twitching...

The office nearly caught fire today. Good thing a colleague put it out. As it turns out, the fuse thing at the florescent lights gave way... perhaps from heavy usage.

I feel for Mr. Florescent.

Unassuming..

This is so cool!! Enjoy!

Spare Tyre

Zingy now has a more active social life than I do. I have to keep up.

My idea of a good weekend is about spending time together, doing things together, bonding...

NOT

-taking a 7 hour nap and then realize the weekend is too short to even do the laundry.
-then after the 7 hour nap, takes lunch at 2am in the morning and finally sleeps at 8am in the morning.
-then realize that one has screwed the working Monday and that one is perpetually tired.
-forgetting that one has a wife who needs some TLC eventhough she is 90% of the time independant.
-being on the net every waking moment.


I am frustrated.

Can't he ...like organise his cupboard or pick up after himself.

I have realised that many times when he speaks to me, the sentences are half way, referring to wrong words etc. Y'know like when someone is watching TV and speaking to you on the phone. Sounding distant and scattered, thinking about other things and not really concentrating on the conversation.

I know he has a good heart and all. He has the best of intentions, and he is really intelligent and his brain works faster than lightning....

Sometimes these small things really get to me. I have to be more positive I guess. Close 2 eyes and get on with everything else.

So now, I am alone, with my new laptop (thank God :) ) and thinking what to eat for dinner. Zingy ffk me ... so what to do? I feel worse because I hate Sunday evenings/nights. I am all alone facing the impending arrival of Monday. Perhaps I need to go out, travel outstation more often. Perhaps he will eventually realise that I've been gone for a month and try to spend time together?? I feel overlooked. Shelved. Taken for granted. Not appreciated.

(Is this how God feels when we have no time for HIM?)