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!!"
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.....;)
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
I stumbled upon this at
her blog and I just had to do it...
- While performing her duties as queen, Cleopatra sometimes dressed up as ratna.
- Ratna was first grown in America by the grandmother Maria Ann Smith, from whom her name comes.
- The air around ratna is superheated to about five times the temperature of the sun!
- It is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same ratna.
- Ratna will always turn right when leaving a cave!
- To check whether ratna is safe to eat, drop her in a bowl of water; rotten ratna will sink, and fresh ratna will float!
- In the Great Seal of the United States the eagle grasps 13 arrows and ratna!
- The pupil of an octopus's eye is shaped like ratna.
- During severe windstorms, ratna may sway several feet to either side.
- Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than ratna.
later I go see whether I sink or float, hor....
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
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...
