I was at my usual morning routine filling petrol at my regular petrol kiosk on the way to work.  While I was trying to get the Dollar to it’s nearest rounding, this regular attendant was walking toward me – young Malay chap around in his mid 20s.  Gorgeous hairstyle exactly like Gorbin Bleu (or the well known Chad staring in High School Musical) but he seriously need some fat burner, .  As usual, I will flash him my morning smile and he would strike up light conversation while waiting to get my car filled.  This is when the perasan case came in:

(actual conversation was in Malay)

Attendant:  You looks beautiful every morning.

*blushing*

Me:  So you mean I don’t look beautiful in the afternoon?

*I was still blushing and never listen to what he was talking as I was still in the mid of rounding up the Dollar*

Attendant:  Oh, that is a large keloid on…

*suddenly I felt cold water trickling down to my feet.  I look down.*

Me:  Oh Shit! Oh Shit! (Over flowed tank!)

*I was cursing silently at the faulty pump as lever was supposed to jump right?*

I grab my credit card receipt from the machine and before entering my car, I growl at him, “NEXT TIME DON’T TALK TO ME!”

I heard him laughing and another female attendant was clapping her hands.   I was still blushing and can’t wait to get rid of the petrol smell from my feet while continue my journey to the office.  What a morning.

I met Edward on my flight to Beijing early of this year. And I must say, I was like a sixteen years old school girl falling all over a guy the minute we met.  Vampire movie is never my cuppa tea but having to endure 6 hours of flight and nothing to do, I just watch whatever they have and it seems that fate brought us together to Twilight. Fyi, the vampires in Twilight are vegetarian so they are pretty save.  Don’t worry.

When I return from my Beijing trip, I can’t keep my mind off that gorgeous messy copper head actor.  I hit Google searching for information I have on Robert Pattison or better known as Edward Cullen and stumble upon a Twilight fan fiction site that has so many author wannabe making up stories using the character from Twilight.  I was really hook on the fiction stories than Twilight itself.

You don’t know how much Edward has make me into.

Eh, wait…..  I don’t think you will want to hear how I romance Edward right?  If you are a big fan of romance novel, this is one of my recommendation.  Go read Holding Out For You.  This is the story about Edward Cullen (with 2 kids) who lost his wife in an automobile accident, met with Bella Swan(with a son) a divorcee.  They fell in love but things was not easy especially with Elizabeth (Edward’s daughter) who thinks that Bella is trying to replace her mother.  I must warned that this is not child friendly reading material.  Lots of lemon and angst but it also makes me weep buckets.  If you are up for some online reading material, do check them out.

I know I’m married but no rules say I can’t have little crushes over an actor right?  *wink*

p/s:  I thought I should make things clear here for the Hubby as he was getting a bit suspicous at the amount of time seeing me curling up on the sofa (sometimes even on the floor tiles) every evening staring at the iPhone crying!” I not guilty to admit that I’m romancing Edward Cullen.

Sticky note: I have since upgraded to Canon 40D and need to disposed off my 18 months old Canon 400D (click link for info) @ RM1,800.00 (Original RM2,500).  And the worst part, my Crumpler 5 Million Dollar Home is too small for the new camera.  Yes, I’m disposing that off too @ RM200.00 (Original RM249).  Anddddddddd, since I am a light traveller, the Crumpler Keystone is of no use to me.  That need to go @ RM400.00 (Original RM569).  If you are interested, please drop me a note in my comment box.

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Look!  The cloth pad from Mama Patch is so beautiful!  I can’t wait for my next menses to come!

I have  the night pad tailor made to suit my preference.  The original length is 11″ but I had mine tailor made at 13″.  So kind of Chinnee and she did not obliged at my request at all.

The fabric is very soft to the feel.   Among all the design, this is my favourite.

The colour was very matching and really bring out the feel, not the boring type.  If you want to find out more about the cloth pad, go to Mama Patch website.  All the information is there.

This is our newest family photo taken in Cameron.  Yup, we are on uniform.  (You should see what is at the bottom!)  I’ve been wanting to get our family photo taken since ages.

On the other note, I have been tied up with virtual ‘harvesting’ ever since I came back from Cameron.  Among the clique, all we talk now is who’s farm to harvest, who’s land to plow, wanna hire me?, want to work in my farm?,  It is so addictive!  If you are wondering what it is all about, check out Farm Town in Facebook.  Ah… I can see your satellite radios is tingling.  What else can be addictive if not for game right?  Don’t tell me I did not warn you.  Once you tried it, you want to have more!

So, for the next few weeks, you will see me less in my blog.  And if you miss me, come be my ‘neighbour’.  Hahaha!

Two horny nights ago, bedroom lights was switched off, 4 years old was moved to her own bed next to ours, we was playing bedminton *cough*.  All of a sudden, she was standing next to our bed watching us!  It was dark and we could hardly even see her eye.  So we pretend to be sleeping. kekeke….  She went back to her own bed after that.

The hillarious conversation happen yesterday night in our bedroom.  My 4 years old took off her shirt.  I ask her why.  She said she is feeling hot (Nabeh, aircon was at 21C).  Then she continue:

“Why last night you are not wearing your shirt.”

Caught off guard I replied, “Cos I was feeling hot!”  *phew*

“Then why Daddy is wearing shirt?”

“Cos Daddy is not hot.”  *rofl*

This little rascal.  Must think of a way to chase her out from our room!

People always ask what is my secret of staying slim after three kids. My formula would be, eat moderately + exercise + be happy = most effective diet pill

Abs exercise is very effective for me.  The above is some example of abs exercise I did with my kids when they was younger.  Pictures taken sometime in 2007.  Eat full nothing to do, this time I decided to try lifting my Teacher to see how far I can progress.  Not that she is going to sit on my leg.  Siao meh?  Lifting her is no biggie actually since her size is petite.

This is my Yoga Teacher.  The proper way of positioning the feet is to place them at your partner’s groin area.  (AND SUCK THAT ABS IN!!! Thank you.)

Not too bad except when I tried to position my arm forward, the legs started to get woobly.

And now is my turn to go on top.

Teacher is always a teacher right?  This time our hands are parallel with each other.  Let me tell you what is the feeling being lifted up there.  Performing Partner Yoga poses builds a very high level of trust on your partner and nothing else. With all confidence and trust, I managed to let go one hand.

I was very near to perfect it with a prayer pose (palms put together in front of your chest) but the non existence of  support really makes a difference!  I was terrified of height!  I was afraid of falling!  I can tell that my legs flew apart and there goes my balancing.

*phew!* Such a terrified act.  I cannot understand why my kids love it so much!  Can’t wait for Daddy to come home this Wednesday.  I’m going to try lifting him this time. muahahaha!

Namaste, everyone!

“Many, many years ago, … I had my bottom slapped by a man (or woman?) on this day.”

How many people don’t get this phrase?  It’s my Birthday la!  So sad no one wish me *sob, sob*.  (The one in FB not counted ok *sticking out tongue*)

Anyway, here are some pictures I took that night.  My Sister think I should go out patoh but after 12 years of marriage, I forgot how to patoh.  So sad isn’t it.  And I keep on rushing my food so that I can go home earlier to be with the kiddos.  It’s the motherhood instinct.  Can’t help it.  Earlier of the day when I had a conversation on MSN with Eldest Princess, she ended the line with, “See you at midnight.” Wah, so paiseh only

This is my second time celebrating my birthday in The Lobsterman, SS2 PeeJay.  Since no kids around, we don’t even bother to get a cake.  Can you imagine two old couple singing in public.  Dead embarassing, ok?  Plus with Hubby’s out-of-tune singing, don’t know where to hide my face!

Since I am going patohing right after work, I have to lug my dSLR to the office with me.  This time I thought maybe I should leave home my Tamron AF 28-75mm f2.8 (longer and heavier) and use my prime lens (shorter and lighter) instead.  Almost 6 months never touch my old ‘baby’ ade.  And you know what?  I’ve totally forgotten that my prime lens had this constant ‘error 99′ appearing.  And the whole night, either I am too near to my food (cos the beeper kept on asking me to back off!) or the kanasai error 99 kept on flashing until Hubby also look at me one kind!  GRRRR!!!!  I still prefer zoom lens.  And because of the kanasai error 99, my mood was so foul I forgot to change my WB and the yellow downlight doesn’t help at all.  Hence why all my pictures looks like having jaundice!  Sigh… how I wish all restaurant use white bulb like those home decor lighting.

We ordered cheese baked lobster and porridge lobster.  The porridge is meant for the kids even though they are left over (on purpose!).  See, even when they are not around, our mind kept on flashing back to them.  Poor kids must have so much fun with their Wu Yi eating pizza at home under Mummy’s bill *sticking out tongue at Wu Yi* (Update:  They changed their mind and went for Kim Gary.  Still  under Mummy’s bill!)

Hubby introduce new food to me.

Oyster + Vodka + Tomato puree = Shooters!

One was supposed to bottoms up.  Imagine the oyster ran down your throat like a live gold fish.  I hope Hubby did not trick me on this.

Every diners will get a complimentary polaroid.

This is our 2nd take upon request!  The first shot was so badly over exposed.  Come on, ugly photo take again another shot  ma.  Don’t make us looks like albino.  That type of photo also can give people meh.

Itu je makan-makan.  One year older and one year wiser now.

… I had my bottom slapped by a man (or woman?) on this day.

This is me when I was little.

p/s:  Check out Top 100 Malaysian Blogs list and see who’s name is at the 100th

Mine was good.

And they came with lots of surprises

Firstly, sawadeeka!  I received a fan mail that was sent thru my Facebook.  Read this:

Finally I know someone out there, someone REAL , actually appreciate and enjoy reading my stuff.  I’m the Hijackqueen and of course my kids are called Princess and Prince.  And here, Mintie is so observant and she know I have Princesses!  S.P.O.T. the P.L.U.R.A.L!!!  That very day, I read the mail over and over again and of course smiling non stop ler.

Secondly, one week before Mother’s Day, I was snipping nail for Baby Princess and Eldest Princess came and she said, “Mummy, cut nail for me also.”  My reaction was very fast looking toward her direction!  And next, I was screaming and squeeking and jumping happily like a college girl, “OMG, OMG, your nail!”

Fyi, I have not cut her nail for almost 5 years cos she had the habit of biting nail!  5 freaking years man!  Only three fingers had long nail, the rest, still the same.  And I ask her to show me the other hand,

…. still the same lor .  To cut long story short, on Mother’s Day, I check both her hands and .  As happy as ever!  Will check her again this weekend. If long nails meaning she had stop her bad habit by herself.  That was quite an achievement for her.  Don’t forget I still have a 4 years old that is sucking her index finger

Thirdly,  the kids made Mother’s Day card for me during Sunday School.  And I was rolfing when I read this:

To My Hardworking Mum.  She called me HARDWORKING!  OMG!  I thought I was the laziest Mother on Earth.  This is what she say, “Yes la.  Hardworking ma cos you make bento for me in the morning.”  Ok la, at least she appreciate.

Then she show me the card she made for Po-Po (Grandma aka my Mom):

Isn’t the word sweet? *awwww….*

These are the happiness that money can’t buy.  XOXO to all.

Before I had the chance to show off post up my bicycle pictures, it   was stolen from my house sometime in April. If you must know,  I REALLY LIKE THIS BICYCLE!!!

Ever since the petrol price hike, I have been cycling to nearby shop to get anything quick or quick trip.  I find that cycling is even faster than me driving the car to the shop.  I don’t have to worry about parking and queuing up.  And the part I love most is fetching Little MissTroubleMaker from her Kindie (nearby our house too)!  *sobing*

Mistake was, we did not chain it cos we never thought that someone will want to steal a 5 years old bicycle.  And how did that person steal it?  I think he must have jump climb over our gate and carry the bicycle over the gate.   Aiseh, so sad even writing and thinking of it.