The End Is Near : Panic Time!

Oh yeah.

The end is soooooo very, very near for 2011. 2012 will rear its face in just 2 days away, and suddenly I felt so overwhelmed with all the things that had happened and didn't happen in 2011.



And yep, it's time to make fresh resolutions again. But seriously, I forgot what was my resolution for 2011. Haiyya, so terrible kan ? But what do you expect from a mother to 4 very very active and sturdy young boys, who is also a surrogate mother to 8 adult ducks, 10 ducklings, and enough caged birds to replace the infamous Angry Bird character ?



Gaaaaaaaaaaa.

2012 is just two days away, and I still don't have any resolution. Time to hit that panic button!!!














I must prepare some very plausible resolution for 2012 so that when people ask me about my new year resolution I can look so sophisticated and tell them all the nonsense that will be sure to make their eyes cross and brain nerves swooning like mad so in the end they wouldn't understand a thing about my new year resolution. Ergo, if they don't understand my resolution how can they smirk at me if I don't achieve my new year resolution, right ? You are scratching your head while reading this, so I know that I am halfway thru. Yes!


Wait. Did I mention Angry Birds before this ? Yes ? Uh-oh, some light bulb is flashing like mad in my brain. Some sort of storm is brewing inside my brain cells, interconnecting all the neurons with some sort of logical and plausible reasoning. Urgh.



Angry Birds app logo. Pic from Net




This is one of the most famous n fast growing game, ever! But I never play the game. Reason being : I don't own any Apple product. :(


Say that again ?

That very last sentence in particular.

And Bingo!


Now you have it.


Mental Note : Must put having an Apple product as one of my 2012 resolution.
Yep IPhone 4S, come to Mommy!!!!



Of course, by the time I own an Iphone 4S, Apple had probably come out with Iphone 11S, or whatever, but at least for the time being I can relax and exhale because I already have a resolution, no matter how short or lame my resolution is!


Happy New Year, people! Have a great year ahead!

Burying A Queen of Heart

Today I buried my very first dead creature, and it was not a beautiful experience.


It was a rainy day. I wished that I could just snuggle in front my 40 inch LCD, watching a bunch of cute Korean boys flaunting their good stuffs while singing to some mindless but catchy tunes, but I can't delay the inevitable any longer. I've got to do it.


Now! Pronto! Sekarang!


So with a heavy heart, I grabbed a shovel and made my way towards a quiet, secluded place at the back of my lawn. It was dead quiet except for the soft sounds of the rain hitting the soft grounds underneath my feet.

My heart was thudding wildly. Can I pull this act ? Do I have the guts to do the deed ? Would I have enough strength to dig the earth beneath me? And an even bigger question, would I be able to lift my 'victim' and bury her underground ?

Argh. Too many questions. Too many regrets.

And I got tears rolling on my cheeks when I remembered that SHE is gone.

I regret it that she died. I loved her. But she died. And I need to bury her.

And more and more big, fat tears came rolling down my cheeks. Outside, the rain keeps on falling, matching my dark, sinister mood. Inside, I felt like a world class murderer, trying to cover up her first kill.

Maybe a female version of Ted Bundy. Or Kane. Or was it Abel ?


Argh. Doesn't matter.


She's gone, and I've got to bury the dead. No prejudice. And I took a deep, cleansing breath, and fought back the new wave of tears that threaten to come down again.


So I grabbed the shovel, and started digging. I dug and dug and dug till my arms ached, and I gasped out of breath from exhaustion. The pit in front of me should be sufficient for her great, beautiful body. That would be perfect to lay her down to rest.


And so I reached for her, and ever so gently, I lifted her lifeless little body and put her down in the pit. I almost cried again when I saw her.


Oh Cleopatra, why did you die ?


Woke up today, and found out that my Cleopatra is dead.
COD : Unknown




My sweet Cleopatra in her final resting place. RIP, Cleo...


Yep. Cleopatra - my lovely duck had died mysteriously, and since my hubby is away on a business trip, I got the honor (or horror?) to bury her.


Oh I really loved her.

She was so beautiful, majestic and regal. A true queen material. Hence the name Cleopatra, after one of the greatest queen in the ancient time, the time of the pharaohs.


Oh Cleo, I will miss you.

RIP, my little queen.

Road to Recovery : The X-Box vs Florence Nightingale

Sigh...

It's day four after the big C for my boys, and they are slowly recovering...


Day One was the worst, they cried right after the procedure once the anesthetics wore off, and I mean they really, really cried! Imagine two little banshees crying on a broad daylight, and you'll get the picture. And because there were two of them crying, there are moments that I feel like suddenly I had gave birth to twins! Two very very big twin baby boys!!!! Sigh...


But I had to be strong for them. I had to reassure them that everything will be allright, and that they would be up, kicking and running again real soon. But the truth is, I was really really scared!


I mean, I have no little brothers, so I have no idea what a circumcision is all about. What I have was some hazy memories of my older brothers' (8 years my senior) experience when they had their own C. But that was a very very long, long time ago, and I was probably 3 or 4 years when my brothers entered the manhood ceremonies.


I remembered my brothers walking nervously, with both of their legs spread wide apart, holding tight to a pelikat sarong pulled AWAY from their little angry, wounded 'birds', and my brothers would shoo me away like I have some evil power whenever I came near them. And then I remembered how my parents hung a long rope from the ceiling, and at the end of the rope, they tied a makeshift little tent made from kain sarong pelikat, so that whenever my brothers lied down on their backs, the little clothes wouldn't come in touch with my brothers' angry birds, so to speak.


And then I remembered the pantang makan, or foods that are totally banned for a few days after the C ritual. Foods like crabs, squids, prawns and all other seafood are a big NO-NO, for fear that those foods would induce great itch and swell to that little birdies. Others on the No lists are eggs, chicken, nuts etc etc...Well, in short, those poor boys can only eat selected fish like tenggiri/mackarel, ikan merah/red snapper and a few other fish that would not induce such a great itch.


And so, armed with that little piece of information and some hazy memories, I tumbled head down into the maze of the big C.


But surprisingly, it was not such a bad experience at all...and all credits should go to the magic of X-Box and the games of Dynasty Warrior, Call of Duty : World at War and good old Spongebob Squarepants games.


And I noticed how the pain magically disappear in the broad daylight, when the games are running in full swing, be it they are playing as Cao Cao battling against Liu Bei or Lu Bu in Dynasty Warrior, or when my boys morphed to be a sniper, hitting at German soldiers in World at War game, or when they are Spongebob Squarepants or Patrick Star hunting for crabby patties or whatever. But the bottom line is, there is no pain in the day.


It's the night that the pain mysteriously come again. Specifically, a few moments at dusk when I ordered them to stop playing X-Box. More specifically, it's the very moment when I sternly turned off the switch on the wall -when my repeated pleas for them to stop playing just went unheard.


And so, the nights pass so slowly. Every few moments they will moan and whimper about the pains. And the moaning and the whimpering will last for the whole night. All night long. And I magically switched into Florence Nightingale. Sigh...


But hey, once the morning comes, the pain would go away, especially when I turn on the X-Box switch. Hurray!!!!!

Happy, bright faces in daytime



The Dynasty Warrior in full swing
Surprisingly,my boys seem knew Cao Cao, Lu Bu, Liu Bei etc etc more than they knew Hang Tuah...sigh...oh my god...that is sooooo unpatriotic, so not 1Malaysia-lah....could someone please invent a game about Hang Tuah brothers ???? Like, seriously ?

My Boys' Journey Towards Manhood

Oh I got tears in my eyes while writing this entry.

Nope, smoke didn't get in my eyes.

And nope, not because I got eye infection too.

But because....

Because today, my two boys had taken the very first steps towards manhood.

Yep, both of them already POTONG!!!!

Yeah I know that in my last entry both boys escaped the ritual because our family doctor would like to wait for the boys to grow up a bit older before doing the big C (as in circumcision ritual), but my hubby just couldn't wait that long. I don't know what's the big rush, but he really insisted that the boys should POTONG now. And so they did.


Today.

Hubby made an appointment with a practising doctor, who made the house visit and voila! my boys had their birds snipped. Just like that.


And my boys didn't even cry. Not even one tiny teeny weeny bits of tears were shed during the ritual. COOL BOYS!!!!


Well, they did cry like a banshee once the local anesthetics wore off, but by that time it doesn't matter anymore.


My husband had to install a big 32 inch LCD TV and a brand new X-Box console in their bedroom, and voila! Just like that, my boys forgotten the fact that their lower region is wounded.


Tsk, tsk.


Pic taken just right after the snippet...the boys were constantly moaning about the pain...sigh...



Taa-da! just after these gadgets were installed in their bedroom, somehow my boys forgot about their pains...Magic!

And yep, this also proves that we are all not rabbits!!!!

No fear bebeh!

Sudah Potong ? Have You Cut It??? Just Do It!

Well, don't you just love the above ads ? It's actually about cutting one's existing broadband/internet connection and migrating to P1 Wimax's supposedly superior network.

But the innuendos about CUT or POTONG as the actors and actresses were repeatingly utter over and over again in the ads are very very loud and clear.

If you are a Malay or a Muslim, or a Chinese/Indian living in Malaysia, the word POTONG could be very very scary. Particularly if you are of a MALE sex. Especially, if you are a schoolboy. And very very specifically, if you are a boy and you are in the midst of a long, long school holidays.

Here's some example. Utter the word POTONG to an eight year old boy who is just enjoying his school holidays, and you can see his face turn blue. And he would start to shake and sweat, and he would eventually plead and perhaps even tried to bribe his way out, to avoid that POTONG ceremony. Depending on how well you negotiate, you might even win yourself a lifetime slave, just so that the little helpless little boy could escape the dreaded POTONG thingy. Awww....so cute !


Heck. You can even try to mutter the word POTONG to a full, grown up MALE adult, and you could see how they trembled with fear, of a memory long, long forgotten. One that they wished that would never, never encounter again, ever! And in some extreme cases, you could swear that the men would bit his lips and cry a bit. Awwww...so cute!


Yup, I'm talking about CUT, or POTONG as in circumcision. You know, when the male surrendered his most precious body parts to a good, sharp knife, and hoped that he would live to tell the great adventure.


Yeah, yeah it was painful.

Yeah, yeah it was scary.

Yawn....Zzzzzzzz...

Bo-ring!

Oh yes, men are such softies when it comes to pain. They are soft inside, beneath their titanic exteriors. Inside their great lion-like exteriors, they are just soft, cuddly rabbits.

And I happen to have 4 rabbits in my household. (5, counting a great big rabbit disguised as a great big American Grizzly bear!..Geez I'm crossing my fingers that HE wouldn't read this haha).

A cute, cuddly wabbit... Pic from net

So it's school hols, and at the ripe age of EIGHT and SIX, my husband decided that his boys should be ushered (forced, more likely!) into manhood. You know, entering the big boys' club. And my boys are happy. About entering the brotherhood of men, that is. When I sweetly told them about the 'fees' that they had to pay in order to join the fraternity, they started to whine and plea and eventually, they cried.


Oh my soft, cuddly rabbits.


And then they bombarded me with questions.

What ? Why ? How ? How much to cut? When ? Is it painful? How painful ? Would we die? What if the doctor cuts it all? Again, how is it done? Must we do it ? But why ? Can I escape that ? Is it painful ? Did you do it, Mama, when you were a little girl ? Why the hell not ? It's not fair!!!! If you never do it, how do you know it is not painful ? Are you lying to us ?

Yata yata yata....


And then they keep on repeating the same questions over and over again.

Sigh.

At first,I answered their questions patiently. And I took my time to explain to them, in great details about why they need to do it. They got the part about why and the logic of doing 'it'.

It's the pain part that they couldn't understand.

And then when they keep on bombarding me with the same questions over and over again, and that's when I morphed.

I sweetly told them :-

Yep, it could be painful. But you would be given some shots and some medicine to ease the pain. And you would live to tell the tales to your children, and God help it, you would force your sons to go through the same horrific experience, just like your father are gleefully doing to you now.

How painful is it ? They pressed on.

And this is where I really morphed into a witch.

I told them of my own birth experience. Yup, all 4 deliveries.

Correction.

All 4 normal deliveries MINUS epidural or any painkillers to ease the pain.

And that, my friends, really shut them up.

Oh probably they are still traumatic of hearing such details, my poor darlings!



But here's the catch.

My boys managed to postpone the ritual, at least for this year, probably. The doctor said that both of them are too small to be ushered into the big boys' club, perhaps next year would be right!


Being a great, big rabbit myself, I couldn't be more relieved to hear such news!





Yippieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!




Me : An Fluffy, fuzzy Angora wabbiittttt