Sexy

Papa-M has a new girlfriend, last weekend, he brought this new girlfriend to have lunch in an authentic Malay Indonesian food restaurant. His girlfriend was very sexy somemore, she wore bareback short skirt just to show off her flesh. I also tagged along , because I worried the girl will steal away Papa-M’s heart, and my position as the wife will be shaken..

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Papa-M’s bareback girlfriend. ….


This is a concept restaurant. The whole place is decorated with paintings, furnitures, jewellery, and they are sellable.


Papa-M ordered nasi lemak with rendang ayam. It came with assam soup. I tried a bit, and it was marvelous. The coconut rice was very aromatic and flavourful, especially the chicken and sambal sotong.

For me, I ordered fish and chips which came together with carrot soup.
I was very nice to Papa-M’s sexy girlfriend, I shared my food with her.

After lunch, and before we went out from the restaurant, there is one corner where the owner purposely arranged small stools along the staircase. They were meant to sell too. I was quite interested to get one, but the price is too high, RM 35 for one, not really worth it.

Papa-M's girlfriend showing off her sexy legs too..

Papa-M and his girlfriend talked and chit chat only, totally neglecting me….

Sob sob sob. Next time, I shall wear even more sexy dress than his girlfriend when I go out with Papa-M ^_^

Door

Last Saturday Papa-M attended a wedding dinner. I was at home with Bb-G. Usually my daughter will take her night milk at around 9.30 to 10pm before going to bed. However on that day she asked for her milk at 8pm. I was a quite reluctant to feed her (too early as she may wake up for milk at night), but gave in when she pestered me. Since only two of us at home, and there wasn’t any interesting show on the tv, I took Bb-G into her playing room after she finished her milk. Normally I would not bring my handphone into the room, but something inside me asked me to do so. Hence, together with Bb-G and my mobile, I switched on the air-conditioner, closed the door and both of us lepak in the room with many softtoys and children’s books.
After a while my tummy was upset, and I need the toilet badly. So I carried Bb-G and approaced the door. I intended to put her in the playpen and I went to toilet to settle my big business. When I turned the door knob, I realised the door was jammed! I could not open the door despite much attempts. We were trapped in the room!! The first person I thought was my brother. He has my house keys. When I called him, he just drove out to have dinner with the wife. Therefore I didn't tell him what happened. Then I called Papa-M. Since I knew he didn't drive and carpooled with his friends to the wedding dinner, I asked him to come back immediately after the function ended. In any case, I am a thoughtful wife and sister afterall.... Hehe
So myself with Bb-g relax and had some fun in the room.
Didn’t know what to do in the room, so I called my sister to chit chat. She was studying for her test, therefore we did not talk too long.. Then I called to my mother for another round of chat. When she knew that I was trapped in the room, she felt very panic and worried. I regret to tell her. (My mum had the same experience too, she was trapped in her room with my brother who was 1 year plus, therefore she has that horror feeling). She kept asking me to call Papa-M and he should come back immediately to unlock the door. (sidetrack: sometimes parents do not understand that Klang Valley is soooo huge, it is not easy or fast to travel from one place to another, and somemore when you are not driving…)

Anyway, I told mother not to panic and we ended the conversation. Bb-G who didn’t even know what was going on, played and had fun on her own. And luckily she had her milk, if not I could not imagine how cranky she would be when her feeding time reached. For me, initially I need the toilet badly, but the urge had subsided. So I just relax in the room, playing games and taught Bb-G ABC and 123… Then my bladder was full. I could not tolerate anymore. So the joke of the year – I took Bb-G’s diaper and peed in it. After peeing, I used Bb-G’s wet wipes to clear the mess. The only witness was my daughter!

Then suddenly, around 10pm, my brother called and asked if I was out from the room. Mother had called him….
(mother even called to my mother-in-law, and asked if they could help me. My parents-in-law were staying in Uncle TH’s house that night and to drive home back to north the next morning… again, she does understand from one place to another, it takes “some time” to reach….)

So brother and his wife came over to my rescue. They could not manage to unlock the door. Then Papa-M reached home. He tried some ways, also failed. His Indian friend came to help. Much effort was done to detache the door knob. And eventually he used the hammer to knock down the door side.

When they were banging the door, I gently shut Bb-G’s ears. It took them about 45 mins to free us. Finally we were out at 11.50pm….

Sweet Dream or Nightmare

If Bb-G plays too vigorously, eats some food or has too much fun few hours before bedtime, she will end up having sort of dreams in the middle of night. Some experiences that I had recently.
1) I organized a steamboat at my house during one of the weekends before CNY ends. I only invited our siblings for the gathering. Bb-G joined the adults on the dining table. After dinner, she had fun with her uncles and
aunts. We went to bed around 11.30pm. Middle of the night, as I was deep asleep, Bb-G woke up screaming, then slept again. Repeat few times. I was a bit lazy to check on her, so I just let her be.

2) Last week, my parents together with some relative and friends came over my place. It was an impromptu trip. They came to visit their friends in the hospital. (my parents’ friends who were on their way to the airport, going
to Taiwan for holidays , met with a car accident just a few km before reaching the airport. Poor thing, luck was not with them…). Parents and friends reached my house quite late, around 8.30pm . We took them for a late dinner
too. Bb-G ate with us, she took rice, tofu, fish, meat, vege, whatever we ate, she had the same food. We reached home by 10.30pm. Bb-G slept around 11pm pius. Middle of the night, she woke up, crying. Few times. I
woke up and told her to sleep.

3) Parents-in-law came to my house 2 days ago (Monday). They reached about 10pm. Papa-M bought back some fried rice for supper. Parents-in-law took some rice, and fed Bb-G some too. Besides fried rice, she ate some
cookies. In the middle of the night, she yelled abit. I did not hear, but Papa-M woke up to check on her.

I wonder what types of dreams she had, Papa-M said could be nightmare. But, the problem is, all she had was good food, and fun. Anyway, does baby dreams… hmmm weird weird weird…

He Missed It Again!

Last year my dad brought Papa-M to a temple in my hometown. They went there early in the morning around 5 to 6 am. In the temple, the "deity" gave lucky numbers for the devotees to buy 4-D. Papa-M took down the numbers but he forgotten to buy lottery. That number came out first prize! He was very very upset and dissapointed. He said that the numbers given out by this temple were very very accurate. Therefore this year he followed my dad to the temple again. After praying, he saw the joss-stick slowly emerged 4 digits in blur but visible view. Papa-M took down the numbers.

Then by noon time, he went to the lottery outlet and bought the numbers , HOWEVER he twisted his mind, he changed one of the digits. [Chinese says 屁股痒 (pi4-gu3 yang3)].

So at night we went out to eat dinner with my family. Before the food came, Papa-M told everybody his story, he said he changed one of the digits. When my mum heard it, she sort of scolded Papa-M.

While they were talking, I farted, Bb-G who sat next to me gave me this look.. haha. I admit, my gas was kindof smelly.....

Then, when the time striked 7pm, everybody was eager to check the 4-d results.


The digits on the joss-stick came out 2nd prize!!

Haiya!! Papa-M was upset again...

Moral of the story: Make sure your backside never itched that much! Follow what the temple offers you...

Big Doraemon & Big Bear Bear

During the 2nd night of CNY while waiting to board the plane back to KL from Papa-M's hometown, Bb-G saw a kiosk selling lots of soft toys and she was amazed. The toys were expensive and small in sizes, Papa-M felt it was not worth to buy in the airport too. However he had promised his daughter he would surely get one huge bear bear for her ...

When we were back to my hometown, near my maternal grandma's place there are lots of shops selling ornaments, decorative items and childrens' toy. To fulfil his promise, Papa-M die die also must go to one of the shops to get a bear for Bb-G. We reached the shop quite late at about 9.30pm (shop closed at 10pm).

That shop that we went was currently having Buy 1 Free 1 promotion. Therefore instead of buying one soft toy, Bb-G got 2! No doubt the soft toys are not from the original brands but they look good, and there are many many choices too.Most items come from Thailand. I had a hard time to select the nicest toys for Bb-G.
One good thing about such shop is, we can bargain!

These are the 2 soft toys we got for Bb-G as CNY presents.

I asked Bb-G to sit in between Doraemon and Bear-bear to take photoss. She was very very mischievious, so much difficult to make her sit still and I kept shouting!!!

Take 1: Bb-G sit nicely, don't run

Take 2 : SIT DOWN!! Don't grab my camera!!

Take 3: Haiyo SIT DOWN!! Don't push the bear bear!

Take 4: Hai yo!!! SIT DOWN LA!! Don't kacau the Doraemon !

Bb-G! I tell u again, SIT DOWN! If not I am going to jail you into the play pen ar!

Take 5 : She obediently listened to me, and rushed to sit between the toys...

Nowadays, I need to threaten her a bit, if not she is really very very naughty.... hehehehe

More Words

Some more words which Bb-G can speak recently ..

When she wants her pacifier , she says “juit juit”

When she wants her pillow, she says "bao bao"

When she sees rabbit (real animals, pictures, photos, TV advertisement), she says “ aa bit aa bit”

I have a part time maid who comes every weekend to tidy and clean my house. She is an Indonesian, wearing tudung. When Bb-G sees her, she says ‘ ka kak”. Then my maid is very happy.
Everytime, Bb-G sees some Malay ladies with tudung, she sure says “ka kak ka kak”

When she sees my house keys, car keys or any keys, she says “ kiiiiiii”

When she sees my brother, she says “jiu jiu” (舅舅)

When she sees Papa-M’s brother , she says “shhhu shhhu” (叔叔)

When she is naughty and I beat her (or Papa-M beats her) , she says “ pen pen” (pain)

When we ask her to say “please” , she says “psssss” and nods her head politely

We stay at the 6th floor, and when she sees Number 6 , she says “ sssx …sssx”

My Chinese New Year 2011

We spent 4 days in Papa-M's northen hometown (1 - 4 Feb).Our flight back to KL was delay, therefore we reached home quite late about 11.45am. Then Papa-M suggested to drive back to my southern hometown by the next morning (on the 5th) at 6am. He always feels more energetic when he drives early in the morning. However, by the time we got all things ready, it was already near to 7 o'clock.
We reached my parents's house about 10.45am. Luckily my hometown and my house area was not flooded.
Not long after I reached, my relatives came over. We chit chat for a while before we proceed for lunch in my uncle's coffee shop. Most of them took nasi bryani, claim to be the best in BP. I ate mi hun kueh, cooked by my aunty. Bb-G shared my food.

After lunch, mother took us to our paternal grandma’s house for a CNY courtesy “short” visit. This grandma is my late grandfather’s second wife, so she is not the biology mother of my dad. Hence, our relationship with her is not very close, and normally a “short” visit will do. When mother wanted to leave, she always took me as an excuse, saying that I had a gathering with my childhood friends. Indeed she was true. I went out with my friends for late lunch at our friend’s family business wantan mi shop. It is a must for me to eat this famous hometown wantan mi whenever I am back.


(side track: In fact, Papa-M was angry and “merajuk”. He complained that I left him alone at my parents’s house with Bb-G, while I went out with my girlfriends to eat wantan mi. Actually ar, when he was back to his hometown he also left me with Bb-G in his parents’s house while he went out with his gang of friends. So fair-fair la…. Haha..! Anyway, to “compensate his losses”, I took him (but he drove) to eat wantan mi the next day. I had wantan mi again, yum yum!)

Before the wantan mi were served , me and friends took photos. Noticed that many eyes were on us, but who cares …??



This CNY, I only managed to meet up with my stay-in-Spore friend and my pharmacist friend. They are still the same. After the wantan mi session, we went to drink coffee at a café. Both of them came the day before, and had influenced me to order the Dangan coffee. Being not a coffee drinker, I still ordered it, and to my surprised I liked it very much.


We also took some French fries and yam cake.



Before we left the café, we took a photo for remembrance. This photo was taken by a waitress, and she simply snapped the camera before we were ready. For me, it was quite rude.

After the coffee session, we went back to my parents’ house. Both friends wanted to meet Bb-G. Bb-G was sleeping when they reached. So we took some photos again while waiting for my little daughter to wake up.

Both friends left my place by evening. After dinner (I was too full, so I never ate), we went to my maternal grandma's and aunty's house. Due to too much travelling, Bb-G's "engine" had exhausted and became heaty, and therefore she had some mild fever. Luckily I brought along her medicine. We reached home before midnight, and slept until the very next day.

The next day, Bb-G was still running some low grade fever. Gave her another dosage of liquid panadol. She was well and active again by evening. Didn’t do much on the second day in my parents’ house. My mum prepared steamboat for breakfast and lunch.

Maternal grandma, aunty, uncle and cousins came over for the meal. After lunch, we went to visit another aunty. Then parents and siblings went home with Bb-G. Papa-M and me went to buy some diapers, then went to eat wantan mi and cendol.

At night, my father bought us a fabulous dinner at one Thai restaurant. I like the food there, we had tomyam soup, Thai style steam fish, bbq pork, braised pork, Thai mango salad, fried seafood cake and stir fry kalian. The dishes were so tasty and nice to eat with hot white rice.


We reached home around 10.30pm. The next morning, we drove back to KL before 7am. Again , Papa-M prefers to drive early in the morning, and partly sister who followed us back had lectures by noon.

Tension

We flew back to Papa-M’s hometown via Air Asia for CNY. First time we flew back with Air Asia, previous year we took MAS. I never know that LCCT was so terribly packed with people during festive season. We reached the airport 1 hour earlier than the boarding time. As it was very very crowded, we couldn’t find our check-in counter. After much search we were told to check-in with a bunch of crowd who was considered late comers. I was carrying Bb-G (our flight was 7.10am) while Papa-M queued to check-in. Upon reaching the counter, and when the officer required Bb-G’s identical card, Papa-M was stunt. We forgot to bring along Bb-G’s Mykid card nor the birth cert. We could not check in! Very panic, Papa-M pulled our huge luggage while searching for me. I was standing at one corner then. He used his sign language and asked me to go over to another counter. The counter that we approached was a counter for complaints. An Indian man was complaining and talking so long with the officer, and this made us feel very “gan jiong”. Papa-M asked me to stand close to the officer, and pretend very pitiful, so that the officer would sympathized us and let us check-in without the document. My act was successful , supported by Bb-G’s facial expression – her eyes were sleepy and watery, a bit swollen and half open, she looked very pitiful too. Therefore, the officer let us fly. Happily, we quickly rushed to the boarding gate. There was another long-long queue. When we were following the row, Papa-M realized he had forgotten to check-in our big luggage. He quickly ran to the check-in counter. Again, I felt panic, as I was quite close to the gate. I let the people behind me to enter first while waiting for Papa-M.
Anyway, we managed to board into the plane few minutes before the plane took off. It was a tension experience for both of us.