I received a mailer from my ISP last month informing me that I am one of the selected few to receive free Internet TV for 3 months. Initially I wasn't too keen, since I'm hardly living in my own house with my husband out of the country (I know, 30 years old, married, got two kids and still staying with parents is so uncool) and even when I do go home we hardly watch TV. But then it's free, and who knows there might be some good programmes on, so I said yes.
An installation contractor for the ISP called me a couple of days ago, and agreed to come over to my condo this morning at 9.00 a.m. to set the thing up. I had to drag myself out of bed, away from my cuddly boys and back here in Damansara Perdana. Might as well get the place all cleaned up and everything. Fortunately, there wasn't much too do except sort out my bills while I wait for the guy to come over. When it was 10.30 and the installer hadn't arrived or called, I rang up the ISP and was told that my appointment was actually for 10.00. So, already half hour gone but no one's ringing my doorbell yet. Finally the contractor called and said he's on the way, will be here at 11.00. Well, it's almost noon and he's not here yet.
Speak of the devil. He's HERE!
Saturday 30 September 2006
Wednesday 27 September 2006
Baby boom
Just in case anyone got over-excited over the prospect of me getting pregnant again, I'll have to disappoint you people by emphatically stating that there will be no addition to my clan within the next 9 months. If I have it my way you'll have to wait for another 3 years or so. Okaylah, 1.5 years, boleyyy?
One of my aforementioned colleagues did give birth though, to a beautiful baby boy - fair-skinned, thick black hair. Muhammad Kashfi, welcome to the world! Didn't have any cameras around except for the new mother's, so pictures will have to wait.
The really funny bit was actually the trip to the hospital yesterday. 7 of us decided to go visit the new mum and babe in hospital during our non-existent lunch break (this being the fasting month, Big Brother expects us all to work non-stop through lunch to justify being let off early at 4 pm to beat the traffic to make it in time for iftar with family at home. So nice of them bosses.). We thought it'd be a good idea to all squeeze into my car, which we managed to do with careful planning and coordination. Mind you, it was no mean feat as there was an 8-month pregnant lady and a 1-month pregnant lady both sitting in the back seat. And there was a long-legged beauty as well, all 5 feet 7 in of her. If anyone caught a picture of us and sent it to the newspapers, it would have been worthy of a RM50 cash prize.
One of my aforementioned colleagues did give birth though, to a beautiful baby boy - fair-skinned, thick black hair. Muhammad Kashfi, welcome to the world! Didn't have any cameras around except for the new mother's, so pictures will have to wait.
The really funny bit was actually the trip to the hospital yesterday. 7 of us decided to go visit the new mum and babe in hospital during our non-existent lunch break (this being the fasting month, Big Brother expects us all to work non-stop through lunch to justify being let off early at 4 pm to beat the traffic to make it in time for iftar with family at home. So nice of them bosses.). We thought it'd be a good idea to all squeeze into my car, which we managed to do with careful planning and coordination. Mind you, it was no mean feat as there was an 8-month pregnant lady and a 1-month pregnant lady both sitting in the back seat. And there was a long-legged beauty as well, all 5 feet 7 in of her. If anyone caught a picture of us and sent it to the newspapers, it would have been worthy of a RM50 cash prize.
Monday 25 September 2006
Nawaitu Sauma ghadin...
Ramadhan al-Mubarak everyone!!!
True to my word, the first blog I visited since the fasting month began yesterday was Ubi's. And she has obliged by putting up some very delectable photos. If it's anything like last year, anyone who can't stand the sight of food while fasting should stay away from her blog for the next 29 days. Unless you are like me who is bent on torturing my own soul with such temptations.
Anyway I spent the first day of Ramadhan dozing away with little Nu'man. It is such a heavenly experience to be able to cuddle up with a chubby 6-month old baby in your arms, especially if he's your own offspring. You should all try it, works so much better than popping happy pills. I enjoy it so much I'm thinking of surrounding myself with 6-month old babies for an indefinite period of time.
Speaking of babies, 2 people I know are about to deliver their babies soon, and 2 more just conceived. An e-mail hubby sent to me from Sudan has me thinking about having more babies. Mak has started speculating that I am pregnant, on the basis that she's feeling under the weather and experiencing nausea after a meal. Apparently she felt the same when I was carrying Nuaim, so to her this is as clear a sign as any that another grandchild is on the way. Go figure. I think it's just the response of malnourished bodies to a sudden influx of ikan tilapia bakar.
True to my word, the first blog I visited since the fasting month began yesterday was Ubi's. And she has obliged by putting up some very delectable photos. If it's anything like last year, anyone who can't stand the sight of food while fasting should stay away from her blog for the next 29 days. Unless you are like me who is bent on torturing my own soul with such temptations.
Anyway I spent the first day of Ramadhan dozing away with little Nu'man. It is such a heavenly experience to be able to cuddle up with a chubby 6-month old baby in your arms, especially if he's your own offspring. You should all try it, works so much better than popping happy pills. I enjoy it so much I'm thinking of surrounding myself with 6-month old babies for an indefinite period of time.
Speaking of babies, 2 people I know are about to deliver their babies soon, and 2 more just conceived. An e-mail hubby sent to me from Sudan has me thinking about having more babies. Mak has started speculating that I am pregnant, on the basis that she's feeling under the weather and experiencing nausea after a meal. Apparently she felt the same when I was carrying Nuaim, so to her this is as clear a sign as any that another grandchild is on the way. Go figure. I think it's just the response of malnourished bodies to a sudden influx of ikan tilapia bakar.
Thursday 14 September 2006
Whatever happened to James Spader?
I caught an episode of Boston Legal last night, and my first reaction was, "Is that James Spader?" He looked, in the words of his on-screen character Alan Shore, 'cushy'.
And I used to find him so geekily cute when I saw him as an Egyptologist in Stargate 12 years ago.
And I used to find him so geekily cute when I saw him as an Egyptologist in Stargate 12 years ago.
Monday 11 September 2006
Searching for Stingray
We're not talking about the dastardly animal that killed Steve Irwin (am I the only one who's slightly glad I won't be seeing him on TV anymore?) but I'm tracking down an old friend here.
Stingray, wherefore art thou? Changed your URL? How come it points to Count of Monte Cristo now? Or is that your new alter ego?
Stingray, wherefore art thou? Changed your URL? How come it points to Count of Monte Cristo now? Or is that your new alter ego?
Woman Is Fickle
Anyone who has visited my blog (yes, all two or three of you) in the last couple of months would realise that the only thing that's changed constantly is the look. I can't decide which image my blog should portray - somewhere between traditional, edgy, mysterious and fun-loving.
Somehow my life currently does not seem so blogworthy. Maybe it's because I've already verbally communicated whatever is worth reporting to anyone who might find it even remotely interesting (and even if you find it tedious you won't get away until I finish) that it's not worth repeating. And the really juicy stuff is not quite meant for public viewing (trying to maintain an aura of mystery here).
Anyhow, hope the new look will survive a couple of months' scrutiny. I've actually used this template before, and was trying to customise it but me not so good at HTML la. Of course, come Ramadhan I'll get fed up with dark colours and will probably opt for something green to freshen myself up during office hours. Don't feel like b*&%^ing about office work and office people either - same old stuff, just different document title and drawing number.
You people who's blogs I regularly visit and care to visit mine therefore are reading this, I have a message for you:
Somehow my life currently does not seem so blogworthy. Maybe it's because I've already verbally communicated whatever is worth reporting to anyone who might find it even remotely interesting (and even if you find it tedious you won't get away until I finish) that it's not worth repeating. And the really juicy stuff is not quite meant for public viewing (trying to maintain an aura of mystery here).
Anyhow, hope the new look will survive a couple of months' scrutiny. I've actually used this template before, and was trying to customise it but me not so good at HTML la. Of course, come Ramadhan I'll get fed up with dark colours and will probably opt for something green to freshen myself up during office hours. Don't feel like b*&%^ing about office work and office people either - same old stuff, just different document title and drawing number.
You people who's blogs I regularly visit and care to visit mine therefore are reading this, I have a message for you:
Please upload lots of food pictures so I can salivate over them at
Ramadhan. Ubi, you are target Numero
Uno.
