MooPig & The Babe

Mom and I had a fight this evening after we returned from Sungai Golok, Thailand.

It first started when my mom shouted at brother for not packing his stuffs despite going to Kelana Jaya for his tennis competition tomorrow morning. Brother is suffering from asthma but insisted on going while I was against it. In fact, I still am. Anyway, he refused to see the doctor. Mom got angry at his 'tidak apa' attitude and started screaming at him. I, on the other hand, wanted to get some rest because I was so tired after the trip. Then mom told me to bring him to the doctor. I got myself changed and went downstairs.

To my horror, my was still scolding brother when I was downstairs. I got pissed off and shouted at her to stop shouting and said that I'm sick of hearing her shouting. She was scolding one son but ended up scolding all of us. Mom got even pissed and shouted at me that she's sick with our attitudes bla bla bla.. I was fuming and wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible. Then Mom screamed at me for dilly-dally in changing the battery of the car alarm which konk-ed off when we were in Thailand. I screamed at her saying that my intention was to change it after the visit to the doctor. After saying that, mom just threw the alarm on the floor! I ignored her and went off.

On the way to the clinic, brother and I didn't talk at all. I was trying to hold back my tears so hard so bro won't know that I was tearing.

When I returned home, Mom and I had cold war. We didn't speak at all. I avoided her by forcing myself to go to bed. I think my sis and bro did try to wake me up but I ignored them.

Anyway, Mom and I patched up during dinner time. There wasn't any 'sorry-sorry' thingie but we did talk as if nothing had happened. :P

This is my very first time fighting with mom since god-knows-when. I guess it happens. She's meanopausing while I'm PMS-ing (i'm not kidding!)

Posted by MooPig at 15:16 | Permalink | Comments

I am so so so tired. I think I need a break badly. I don't need to go on a holiday. All I need is to not drive for one day. Just one day will do.

I'm sick of driving day in and day out. I'm sick of driving my family who sometimes show me sour faces just because I'm late to send/fetch them. I'm sick of getting calls from my one and only brother when I'm 5 minutes late to fetch him from his tuition class. I'm sick of driving. I am really, really sick of driving.

I get up at 6.45am every morning to send my siblings and neighbour to school. I send my mom to run errands in the morning. I fetch my siblings and neighbour from school. I send my siblings for tuition classes in the afternoon/evening/night. I send mommy for her tennis sessions or aerobic sessions. I fetch her. I fetch my siblings. And sometimes, I get calls from mom about 1 or 2am, asking me to fetch her after her karaoke sessions with her friends.(Not very frequent though). I'm sick of driving. Am really are.

What's the point of me coming back for a holiday when I'm suppose to be the slave of everyone except my dad?

I'm not even allowed to go to Singapore. Not to say that my parents can't afford it. Mom gave me a damn stupid excuse- Expensive. UH!!!!!

And another thing that irritates me, stupid inconsiderate dumb drivers/road users. Maybe you need some kindergarten education. Idiots. Morons.

Posted by MooPig at 11:05 | Permalink | Comments

I've been dreading to see the postman since 1st July. The reason is simple. My results were released on 10th July. Everytime I see the postman, my heart skipped a beat. Everytime I opened the post box, my hands would be shivering.

I'm confident that I will pass but I don't have enough confident to get a first, or a second upper for that matter. I've been praying night and day since god knows when.

-/-

Today, mr postman delivered my results. It was lying on the table in the living room when I saw it. Oh god.. My heart was beating like mad as I opened the envelope. I was prayin as hard as I could.

A 2:1 is what I got. Mixed feelings. I think I could have done better. My management accounting and audit module was bad. Some are ok, some are good. I really don't know how to tell my dad. I could sense disappointment when I told my mom my results. Another 3.9% to a first class. I really could have done better in my management accountinng module.

Sigh...

Posted by MooPig at 08:26 | Permalink | Comments

My cousin sis left her 9-month old with me while she went out shopping with her mom, MIL, husband, son, bro, sis-in-law and my mom. I thought it was an easy job putting that little girl to sleep as she was already making sounds when my mom was carrying her. So after her mom left, I brought her to my mom's room. I arranged a pillow, a bolster and a blanket for her, then put her down thinking she'll eventually doze off after some time. BUT, I was so wrong! That 9-month-old was staring at the unfamiliar environment. When my brother came near, she stared at him. When my bro went out, I could see her eyes looking at him. My my.. I started to freak out. So I decided to carry her and put her next to me. Voila! Soon after that, she fell asleep on my chest. As soon as she was sound asleep, I moved her sleeping posture, then I went downstairs to make myself cuppa juice.

Just when I thought I could relax, the phone rang and woke her up. Goodness gracious. That wasn't easy at all! That little girl started crying like mad the moment I tried to put her on the bed. And when I carried her, she stopped. It went off and on, off and on..

Me, trying to be clever, thought she poo-ed or she was hungry. No, there was nothing in her pampers. So I carried her to the kitchen and made her her bottle of milk. I thought this would solve the problem but NO! she didn't want to drink milk at all! I couldn't think of anything else. She wasn't attracted to the toys that I gave her. She only wanted me to carry her around the house. The moment I stopped carrying her, she would burst out again. Oh my!!

It went on and on and on until my maid took over. She carried that little naughty creature the Indonesian way. It was a miracle! Since then, she stopped crying and as for me, I went upstairs to catch up on my beauty sleep! ;)

My my... it's not as easy as I thought.. and now I wonder if I'm ever gonna have my own kids!

Posted by MooPig at 16:09 | Permalink | Comments

Have been neglecting my blog for quite some time. Nothing interesting happening in my life because life is so mundane.

But something happened today.

I jumped out of bed at 6.45am thanks to my mom's oh-so-canggih alarm. The wind was blowing too strong that the car vibrated, causing the alarm to go off. It was raining like cats and dogs.. or rather like elephants and hippopotamus. :P With thunders and lightnings and what not.

In the afternoon, I tried to go online but my modem wasn't detected. Darn! the modem must be struck by lighting because I was using the line last night! :(

I was so sad the whole evening until Soro, the computer man came to the rescue. Nothing could be done so I had to get a brand new external modem. Damn it! So here I am, typing my blog with this modem..

Posted by MooPig at 15:30 | Permalink | Comments

今 天 下 午 下了 倾 盆 大 雨

雨 下 了 一 小 时 多

雨 后
我 望 着 天 空
蓝 蓝 的 一 片
特 别 晴 朗 !

雨 后 ..
真 的 会 天 晴 噢 !
而 且
天 空 还 会 特 别 の蓝 !

其 实
我 们 做 事 也 岂 不 是 一 样
有 问 题 的 时 候
就 好 像 雨 正 在 下 着
问 题 解 决 后
就 会 天 晴
^^

时 间
可 以 冲 淡 一 切

给 自 己 一 点 时 间

雨 过
一 定 会 天 晴 !

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Long Post... ;)

I attended RCKB's 52nd installation night last night. Man.. that's the only formal function that I dread throughout the year thanks to the royal family. On the programme, Sultan and Raja Perempuan are supposed to arrive at 8.30pm, but, as usual, they were an hour late. We had dinner about 10pm. Whenever we wanted to stand up, we had to sembah them. When we wanted to sit, we have to sembah. don't you think it's so leceh?
Although the first half of the ceremony was extremely boring, the second half was superb! RCKB invited Dama Orchestra to perform. Tan Soo Suan, the Soprano, was so good! I even stopped eating so I could enjoy the performance. She sang really, really well. She sang a few chinese numbers, a Phillipino number, a Spanish number, a couple Malay numbers and an Indian number. Fantastic! After the function, I went to congratulate the group. I'm so surprised they couldn't recognise me although I picked them up from the airport in the morning! =) Must be the make-ups and the baju kebaya that I was wearing!

After that, I went downstairs for fellowships with other rotarians as Mom and Dad were there. Suddenly, someone asked me: Are you Chinese? I turned around and saw a guy who is about 30-35 years old. 'Don't I look Chinese?' I asked him. He smiled and said he's Korean. Then Jun Hoe and I started talking and talking and talking. He's a nice chap to talk to. Very well mannered guy I must say. He's a regional specialist for Samsung Korea. He's posted to Malaysia to study about the culture in Malaysia. Well, Regional specialist may sound sophisticated and glamourous, but actually, he's just on a holiday. All he needs to do is to travel around, write reports about the culture and style of living, learn Malay and English! How nice! I was surprised by the fact that he speaks fluently in Malay and knows quite a lot about Malaysian culture although he has been in M'sia for only 3 months! He took every opportunity to meet those big shots like Tun Dr. M, Sultan of Pahang and Sultan of Kelantan. He also met up with Siti Nurhaliza because she's the ambassador for Samsung Malaysia. We yakked about 2 hours plus until I was sooo tired. It was about 2.20am when we stopped talking. He then joined my parents and other rotarians for Whisky while I sat on the sofa with the First Lady of RCKB.

This morning, I tagged along with Dad for breakfast. We went to the hotel to pick Jun Hoe and Dato' Jimmy Lim up then proceeded to hawker centre in china town to meet up with other rotarians. After the breakfast, Dad sent them off to the airport while I followed Mom to meet up with Rotarians from Termeloh. In the coffee shop, I had dizzy spells and felt like puking. I went to the sink, tried to puke but to no avail. I don't know if it's the lack of sleep or the tea that I had this morning in the hawker centre.

Since 9am, I haven't caught a wink at all. My stomach could hardly take in any food. I tried to sleep but my brain was way to active... I guess I'll sleep real early tonight... =)

Till then..

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