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Bye bye Miss Mumbles

I'm back....to say goodbye.

Yup.

I'm quitting.
For good.(I think)

I took the time off to reflect on my purpose in life (fuuh, deep xia) and it just occured to me that the ones who need my time most are my children.
(gee, how come I didnt know these before...?hhmmm..)

I hate to say this but I've been a bad, bad mom (spank me, Hunny!) and this whole blogging thingythang is really taking up too much of my time and attention.

No good leh.

So...I hereby tender my resignation as Miss Mumbles.

Miss Mumbles shall no longer be writing silly things to *try* make people happy.

She shall be Aisyah's, Nadiah's & Firdaus' IBU from now on and she's trying to do her darndest to be a good one at that..

She thanks all of you out there for your ..readership?
She's had fun writing but it has to stop.

She appreciates all the friendship formed and she'll think of you lovelies out there time to time in between her vacuuming, mopping, scrubbing toilet,ironing and cooking..*yawn*

She had a blast blogging and she thinks you people should continue writing, tho'...

Perhaps one day, when she has learnt to manage her time better, she may come back...

She may, she may not.
She may not even be Miss Mumbles anymore...;)

But anyway, she says goodbye and behaaaave people.....!!

So c'mon now everybody...
"bye bye Miss Mumbles!!"

posted by Miss Mumble @ 7:35 AM 17 comments

Toodles

The above title would have sounded gay if I were a guy, which last I checked, I'm not but anyhoooo, I'll be taking an indefinite break from here...

I've to do something...for myself and for some people I love....
...my children.

So I won't be around much from today.

That also means I won't be bloghopping much (not that I do that regularly even) so if you don't see me for a while, it's bcos I'm busy in the real world paying attention to real important people, okie?

So....toodles, daahliiinks....

Hope to be back blogging soon.

I hope.

Take care and behavaaave.....;)

posted by Miss Mumble @ 11:29 AM 21 comments

wet, wet, wet...

I didnt have the time to take any photographic evidence cos I was busy raving and ranting and wailing and waving the senduk @ soup ladle @ most-feared-rotan-subsitute in the air whilst going into a trance screaming "u buat apaaaa???!! u takde keja lain eh??!! mari sini!! mari siniiiiiii !!! biaaaasa dia eh!!!! siap u ! siaaaaappp !!!"

patotlah senyap.
(no wonder quiet lah...)

for there he was in the kitchen, filling up his plastic cup till the cup runneth over god knows how much...

imagine this..he emptied my 8 litre water dispenser in one go !!

My kitchen was flooded and I had water dripping from the entire surface of the kitchen cabinet..!

Lately he had picked up the habit of drinking from a cup instead of his regular sippy and he got syioklah pouring water non-stop into his cup that he must have gotten into a trance himself watching the water flow that he forgot to click back the dispenser opening...

*rubs my i-no-bluff-you-really-flatlah chest*

he make my blood go upstairs ah just now!!
this boy ahh........aku masokkan NS skarang kang !!! :D

posted by Miss Mumble @ 5:21 PM 16 comments

I stumbled upon this at her blog and I just had to do it...



later I go see whether I sink or float, hor....

posted by Miss Mumble @ 2:48 PM 4 comments

Vroom, vroom..

Suka korang aku pakai maternity dress, eh?

Sorry.
I'm not taking any pictures of me in that dress.

Dont want to put you people off motherhood..:D

Anyway.
I'm here to talk about my old dream of having a bike license.

When I was 15, I was soooo very much into bikes.
Big, sport bikes.
Like the one my bro is riding now.

I had bike posters all over my room.
Bike posters and bike posters alone.
No boy bands, no cute actors, just bike posters, thank you very much.

Please, it was a whole millienium back, I cant even remember what the models are so don't ask me.
But of coz, back then I can rattle off what bike is of what make, what model, what engine capacity blah blah blah.
I was that much into it.

And of coz, one fine day, I braced myself and asked my dad for permission to take up a bike license.

Normally, my dad being my dad, he'd hit the roof and rant and rave and stuffs would come out of his mouth that are totally unnecessary.

But somehow, when I asked him for permission that day, he took it cool.

He sat me down and guess what he did to put me off taking that bike license?

He casually told me about aaaaaall the gross bike accidents he'd encountered.
(He's a relief cab driver and he's seen his fair share of these things, you see)

He told me of that one time, he found the girlfriend wailing beside her limp boyfriend and when my dad tried to help him, his hand was soft and limp like rubber cos all his bones had been crushed.
c-r-u-s-h-e-d.
It was like holding plasticine, he said.

And then another time, how this fella had his tendons sticking out where his legs/toes used to be..

And then another where the guy was literally like a fish out of water, gasping for life after literally having flown off the highway at high speed...just waiting for death..

And then of coz, there was once, when the whole family was in the cab, we actually witnessed an accident right in front of my dad's cab.

It was at the East Coast flyover after McDonald's and these 2 guys on a bike skidded off the bend and they hit, err, the bend and my dad stopped the cab and got out to help.

I got out to look see look see too but that was bcos of 2 things :

1) It was a bike I like. A blue Honda CBR400
2) The guy was kinda cute. Heh.

But when we neared the guy to give him something to drink, I saw blood gushing out of his helmet.
He still had it on.

And when my dad tried to help him take it off, the thing was dripping all over the place much like when the time my waterbag burst when I was in labour.
Really.

I was like...eeww, eewww, eewwww but that didnt put me off bikes yet.

Anyway.

I begged and I whined but my dad still wouldnt let me.
I thought of taking it up secretly but I had no guts.

Besides, owang tua² kata if you do these things secretly without your parent's blessings, you won't be safe on the roads.
Rite.

Look at my bro.
I *just* discovered he took his license secretly too and I have lost count the no. of times he got into accidents.
Hhmm..

So I buried my dreams of riding one but I still get a high when I see those bikes on the road.
Especially when I see a Vimax.
*swoon*
My dad used to own one, man.
My dad rode a Vimax and my husband merely rode a RD125.
Guess which one I tumpang to work....heh.

But now...now I just gaze longingly at those beauties when I see them on the road.
The passion for bikes had long gone.
I just wistfully imagine time to time I'm riding one of them.
Especially a Vimax.

(I guess I'm getting old when I shudder and imagine how dangerous riding one actually can be...)

And now, if you ask me whether I'd let my kids take up a bike license, my answer would be......












..wait lah.
my kids haven't grown up yet, what.
How I know what to say....;P

posted by Miss Mumble @ 11:32 AM 9 comments

I like my dress, you know....

Guess what?
I'm sitting here typing this in my maternity dress....* G A S P * !!!!!!

Rilek, rilek...
I have not been bunting-nised.
I am merely....I merely ran out of things to wear at home, ok?

And besides, I was kinda sorting some stuffs from the storeroom to be given away/thrown and I saw some of my ol' maternity dresses and I thought that they were too pretty to be...given away and sigh...my itchiness kicked in *again* after visiting Dayak who just gave birth on Monday and so I thought why not? why dont I just relieve that feeling of being pregnant again without actually being pregnant..so there.
*tercungap² aku type*

I'm here in my ol' pretty maternity dress which I wore when I had Aisyah rite up to Firdaus.
Very the berjasa hor, this dress.

It's really pretty with small lil' colourful flowers here and there and man do I have nothing to blog about...;P

I wanted to tell you about Dayak giving birth but I wrote that already a coupla paragraphs back, rite?

Then I wanted to write about my weekend but it was just mundane stuffs like I went to a wedding, went CNY visiting, went Ikea, went to see Dayak blah blah blah...

Then I wanted to write about Hunny's 53 year old technician who's 49 year old wife had just given birth to their FOURTH baby but I'm still in shock and denial so will save that for later..

In the meantime, I am going to join Firdaus for a nap in my pretty, pretty maternity dress.

I just hope that Hunny doesnt come home early and get himself a heart attack seeing me in this thing...

posted by Miss Mumble @ 2:39 PM 17 comments

Hanyut High...

You know, I came from a really terok secondary school and during its heyday, it was the worst secondary school in the east area.
No joke.
We had more gang fights than 'O' level passes.

Despite that, I turned out alrite.
How, I donno.

Ok.
I do.
I thought about my dad slogging hard to raise all of us and how very much i wanted to get out of that minah and mat kawin² territory.

I knew that the only way to get out of such a cengkaman maut was to get good 'O' level results and distance myself away from these such people with such mentality forever and ever.

I believe that education is always the passport out of a lot of things.
Education, not money..tho' it'd be cool to have a lot of the latter.
orang giler jer tak nak duit banyak.

Do you know that in the year I took my 'O's, I am one of only 4-5 Malay students I knew who made it for tertiary education?
Hapra' kan?

But that was not what matters.
What matters is I get away from those people as much and as far as I can.
I just find that their mentality is not going to get them anywhere.
And it did.
They didnt get anywhere.

I mean, yeah sure, during the time I was there, especially during my upper secondary years, I was trying very hard to fit in.
But how to fit in with these minah² rock when I listen to Depeche Mode, Bros, PetShopBoys and read Smash Hits?;P

But still I try.

They asked me to play truant, I did.
Ok, once jer.
I have too much good blood in my system.

They asked me to get into gang fights, I did.
Terror kan?
I had to or else aku plak yang kena pukol.

They asked me to date one of the boys, I tried.
Tried but nothing happened, pheww..
He was too Mat for my liking and too quiet, really.
Good-looking but very Mat.

They even tried to get me to try smoking.
I went as far as holding the ciggie in my hand and then I think I took too darn long, they snatched it away from me.
Pheww.

I did everything they wanted me to do but I still feel that I was not really part of their group.
Not so much a persona non grata but more like, theirs is just not my lingua franca.
Saaapp.

I always try to reiterate to my kids, siblings, cuzzins just how damn important education is.

You can drift away for a while in trying to fit in but you must always come back to what you set out for in the first place.

To go to school to get a good education.
Not to go to school to get knocked up and pick up drugs and such.

Therefore I always find it sad whenever I pass by the secondary school just behind my block every Friday (for that's when the kids are dismissed early) and find myself in a Hanyut scene.
Really.

Young girls (sec 2 at most!) smoking, running around giggling and talking with a truck driver's vocab, girl sitting on boy's lap, girls hegeh²ing with their 'outside' boyfriends, boys whispering obscene-nothings into girls' ears, boys getting into fight with other boys, boys visually 'undressing' girls, used condoms on the floor......I can go on but I'd vomit.

And it's disturbing that even when this makcik (akulah tu!) passes by, they dont bat an eyelid and go on with their very dangerous and obscene activities.
No segan, no silu, no malu.

Aku ni dulu ada tau paisey kalau makcik² kat Bedok Interchange jeling..

And it's worse when Nadiah asks me "ibuuuu...what is that girl doing..?"
Sigh.

I have told Aisyah time and time again to please, please, pleaaaase study very very well for her PSLE so she doesn't have to go to Hanyut High behind.
I told her straight up what I saw and what happens every Friday and even she got squirmish.

I know, it's easier said than done and who's to know my kids won't turn out that way but I feel that as a parent, we also have to educate our kids from young about the perils of teenagehood and it's definitely our responsibility to keep an eye on them and keep track (where possible) on their daily going-ons..

It's not simply and merely providing food and clothing.

Food and clothing does not necessarily make a good child.

I sometimes just feel like telling those kids that hey, I was in their shoes too, trying to fit in, trying to be cool, trying to be one of 'em but merely being the prettiest one or the most popular girl in school or one of the cool ones wont get you anywhere if you ain't got a good head on your shoulders and good results to show for..

Sure, you'd be popular and people look up to you and you're oh-so-cool but for how long?

For long after your 'O' levels are over and when you're in dire need of good qualifications just to get a decent job or have people look at you respectably without disdain nor disgust or just being able to hold your head up high one day requires more than just...being one of 'em....

I know it's tuff being a teenager.
I was one too.
(God, I sound corny)

But hey, if I can make it, so can they...
It's really a matter of whether you want to or even whether you KNOW you want to.

Education, my friend...education.
That's what you all need and that's what you should all want.

posted by Miss Mumble @ 2:54 PM 14 comments

Naaakkk !!

Everytime I attend weddings, I will observe the akad nikah with much anticipation and perhaps a bit of glee? not becos I'm excited the marriage is taking place but I'm excited and anxious over what the kadi is going to ask the bride...!!

You know that part, before the akad nikah takes place, the kadi will go into the bride's room with the saksi and verifies her particulars etc and asks her whether she's agreeing to the marriage blah blah blah....?

Guess what my kadi (Omar Junaid) asked me when it was my time (a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, faaaaaaaaaaar away....) :

"Ratna M******, nak kawin tak ??" (
(the Ratna part had the typical tinge of 'e' as in RatEna which drives me crazy when people do that cos gee, if my parents had wanted an 'e' there, they'd have done it 33 years ago, damn it!! ;P)

Boley gitu?
Ask me whether I want to kawin or not?
Hell yeah, of coz..abuthen?

The thing was, he asked me just like a grandpa would when he askes his granddaughter
"nak gula² tak?"

I almost blurted out " Naaaaakkkkk " !!!

But I had to hold my horses and tell myself this is a prim and proper occassion and I don't think it will go down well with my family, aunts and uncles, cuzzins and friends if I had nodded my head vigorously and answered with glee
" Naaak ! Naaakkk !!"

The kadi would also have prolly said "chet...nak, tunggu besok malam, eh?"

And so I just nodded demurely (bila lagi nak step princess kan?) and he took that as a "yes, go ahead and marry me already!!" and went on outside to proceed with the akad nikah..

Since then, I'd always eagerly hover around the bride to hear what or how the kadi will ask the bride and I think mine was the only case I know so far where the kadi actually said that, in that way..

Not that I minded.
At all.

The kadi made it all very cute and relaxing for me, not at all fierce and stiff and adding on to the already tense situation..

Cute rite, the kadi?

Sigh.

Now, I only hear Hunny ask me "Sayang, nak 'kawin' taaaak??!!"

Gee, and guess what my answer is....

posted by Miss Mumble @ 2:30 PM 12 comments