A desparate cry for me time

Instead of whining that I am bored all the time, I have decided to embark on a culinary adventure of my own. In the last couple of weeks I had been busy in my kitchen preparing dishes that I love (instead of the usuals like sambal, masak kicap, masak lemak, soup and the likes). Amongst them were kari kepala ikan, ikan patin masak tempoyak, ikan patin asam pedas, rendang ayam kampong, ikan keli masak lemak cili api, laksa, mee kari, asam pedas daging, gulai ikan talang and lots more. I have also been experimenting with pine nuts. I have created a few simple pasta dishes using pine nuts. I also made meatloaf. My kids simply love them. Today, I have decided to go Italian again - beef lasagna is on the table for lunch. If I have time today, perhaps I’ll bake an apple pie too.

By the way, I didn’t bake the cup cakes last weekend. Between entertaining guests, the usual family outing and nursing my husband who had his molar tooth extracted over the weekend, I couldn’t find the time to bake. I plan to turn this to a family project during the school holiday.

School holiday is here at last! The thought of not having to drive the kids to school for two weeks is really liberating. Tomorrow we’ll head to Alor Setar for my parents’ house. I am pretty sure that I’ll stuff myself silly during 4 days break there. My mom’s is a superbly great cook (but then again all moms are great cook, aren’t they?), it’s so hard not to eat so much when I am there. The last time I went back to my hometown, I gained 2.5kg in just 5 days. I hope it won’t happen again this time.

On a different note, I just realized that I have not pampered myself enough. I am definitely NOT a tai-tai like someone said I was. I am more of a coolie. The last time I had a facial was exactly 15 months ago, massage 6 months ago (and that was because I had a baby), hair cut over 6 months ago, never had a manicure and pedicure and never went to a proper SPA. Can you believe it? I can’t either…. The only form of self pampering that I indulge in is shopping. But then again, I mostly shop for other people, i.e. my kids. This made me realized that I like to please other people more than myself. Perhaps it’s time for me to pamper myself once a while huh. But…I just don’t have the time to do so. How lah?

Besides, I am also the type that would not be happy to leave my kids at home while I have fun outside. It makes me feel so guilty – having a fun ‘me’ time makes me feel guilty…can you top that? Even when I went out with my hubby, I always feel the need to rush home to the kids, Sophie in particular. A friend once advised that it’s not healthy to feel like that. Mothers should have more ‘me’ time. Come to think of it, I actually never had enough ‘me’ time at all. Right after I came back from the States, I already have access baggage with me, a husband and a baby. Hence, I am kind of not used to have ‘me’ time. I am a ‘me’ time challenged person! Huhuhu…

Whatever it is, I say being happy and grateful with one’s life is easy said than done. But the grass is not always greener on the other side, isn't it?

To Kitty with lots of love...

Kitty the cat

This is how she sleeps

Kitty when we first got her almost two years ago

After almost two years with us, we bid goodbye to Kitty last night. Never have I expected that I would feel extremely sad after she was gone. I actually miss our furry little friend.

Kitty was brought into our home as a gift from my husband to my sons. She was merely a month old when we adopted her. My sons fell in love with her the moment they saw her in the pet shop. I was told that when they stepped into the shop, Kitty was the only kitten who responded to my husband’s call. She stood up on her little feet and tried to touch my husband with one of her feet. That was how they picked Kitty.

My husband knew that I wouldn’t approve of having a cat in the house because Ariana is asthmatic. Any parents would know that having a cat in the house is not a very good idea when you have children suffering from asthma. Furthermore, I am not a cat enthusiast either. Nevertheless, he went ahead and secretly bought the kitten when I had to work on a weekend. Imagine the surprise when I came home from work and saw the kitten in our house. But I have to admit that I too fell in love with Kitty when I first saw her.

She had given birth twice in the last 10 months. Her first batch of three kittens was kidnapped by some unscrupulous neighbours when we were visiting my parents in Kedah. She had given birth again two months ago. We are giving away one of her two surviving kittens today to my friend who is crazy about cats and keeping one as a consolation to the kids. We picked the less furry one to keep, the one we fondly call Aboo.

Kitty was given away to my husband’s friend who eagerly came with his family last night. She is in a better home now being looked after by two little girls who love cats dearly. It is a sad decision indeed. But when you have to choose between pet and your child’s health, you have to do what you have to do. It took us almost two years to finally come to this difficult decision. I hope my sons would understand why we had to do this.

Kitty was not neutered. Hence, her animal instinct would kick in once a while. Being a Persian, she is very pretty indeed, white and furry. At first, the stray cats that live in the neighbourhood were kind of scared of her. They’d run away when she tried to befriend them. Perhaps they have never seen a cat so furry in their lifetime… But in times, she found her soul mate. She would leave quietly at night and early in the morning her mate would walk her home. He would wait at the front gate and waited until Kitty got into our house before he walked away. I saw this act of love with my own eyes twice. Would you have thought that cats would act in such a way? Never huh? But believe me, I have seen it. Who knows that cats could be that romantic…

This month is really a bad month for our family, pet-wise that is. Last week, 9 of our Koi fish died all at once. We actually had 10 of them but somehow one got into the pump filter and died a couple of months ago (it’s still a mystery how he got in there). In case you’re wondering, yes, all our fishes were male, according to the pet shop owner (how they could tell the fish gender still bits me till today). That’s why they never breed during the 17 months we have them, and boy have grown so big and fat. The cause of death is still unknown, unless we hire a fish forensic to do the autopsy. But then again, the fishes were already eaten by a group of Indons my maid gave the fishes to. “Sayang nak dibuang” she said. My guess is either contaminated water or tainted palette, or simply their time has come – nature’s very own way of working its ecological equilibrium perhaps. How long is a fish’s life span anyway?

Speaking of fish, did you know that there is fish psychologist? Oh yeah… My sister’s boss once flew first class next to one. He must be making loads of money, otherwise, he couldn't afford to travel first class overseas, could he? Moi has never even travelled Business Class (except for one rare occasion to Alor Setar). Perhaps I should consider a career change next year eh?

I remember when we first got the fishes Kitty was so scared of them that she would run like she saw a ghost when the fishes moved. She loves to watch the fishes but when the fishes started to move, she would scramble so fast till she banged the glass door and hid behind the curtain. It was fun watching her did that in the first few months we had the fishes. First she watched them from afar (from inside the glass door) and later she graduated to watching them at the courtyard itself but still petrified when the fishes moved regardless. Kitty is scared of any living things that moves like fish, caterpillar and cockroaches. Eats the most expensive cat food (she hates Friskies, Whiskers and the likes, she prefers Japanese made cat food). She is an epitome of a city cat – very much like my children. And she loves my husband the most and Harris second – don’t ask me why.

The fishes are now in fish heaven (if there is such thing). But in all honesty, I will miss Kitty the most. I hope her new owner will care for her far better than we did, provide her with the love she deserves and most importantly provide a home where she could live her life to the fullest.

Kitty we love you so much and we are sorry that we had to give you away… You will always be remembered as part of the family. Adios my little furry friend...

Honey, you were wrong!

In my desperate attempt to prove my husband wrong, I did a little shopping excursion with my partner in crime (and the ever faithful shopping companion), Ariana Suraya, on Wednesday. My original intention was to get something for myself, but as usual, I ended up buying apparels for my two girls. I just can’t stop shopping for Ariana and Sophie. Pretty summer dresses are abundance and my weak heart just can’t resist buying them. Each time I passed kids apparel store, they were ‘calling’ for my name. At least I did my bit to help boost the nation’s economy. Good for me and the country (but may not be so good for the poor husband).

Yesterday, I did groceries for the second time this week all by myself. I love shopping for food. I find it to be very therapeutic. I love browsing from aisle to aisle checking what they have to offer, reading the labels and admiring the food (while at the same time filling up the trolley). All in all, I spent a good 2 hours in Giant buying stuff I don’t actually need. I even bought a pack of Granny Smith apples in hope of baking an apple pie this weekend (at this point I kinda feel like laughing. Why am I being so ambitious, cup cakes and apple pie in 1 weekend? What was I thinking?).

At this juncture, I'd like to take a moment to say...sayang, you were wrong!

On topics other than shopping, my second son Harris has successfully attended his first swimming class last weekend. After the initial test 3 weeks ago, he almost chickened out. I was trying to reason with him to make him agree to attend the class, Alhamdulillah he came to his sense and said yes. I am so proud of him. Next is to train him to ride a bike (yes, he still can’t ride a bike). I will leave this task to my husband – it’s not easy to coerce this particular child of mine to take up a new challenge.

Ariana didn’t pass the swimming test and was not accepted into the class. We’ll try again next year and hope she’ll be brave enough for the class. Meanwhile, Daniel is busy trying to figure out a class that he could join simply because we are spending some money on his little brother for the swimming class, the latest being archery. In his mind, we have to spend equal amount of money for both he and his brother. If I have 10 kids like this, I’ll go bankrupt in no time. Being a rational mom, of course I said no to his many proposals. This boy is really testing my patient and sanity.

Having a good sense of wisdom is imperative when you have kids of different characters, more so when they are in different age groups altogether. With 4-5 years gap in between each one of them, each require a different approach when it comes to nurturing. It could drain you in ways you cannot imagine. And it’s really an exhausting job.

But at this age, I feel like I am a better mother. I enjoy motherhood more compared to when I was a lot younger. I am more rational, patient, understanding and not so moody. My kids, Sophie particularly, are getting the best of me. In this aspect, maturity and wisdom does come with age I supposed.

I say older women make better mothers. What do you think?

In search of a hobby

After almost 2 months of working from Malaysia, my hubby left for Hanoi this morning. I said to him yesterday that for the next three days I plan to have some fun out. I have IKEA (somehow Daim cake is kinda calling for me), 1Utama and Sunway Pyramid in mind. He retorted by saying that he’s willing to bet that it will never take place. At 3pm today, he texted me from Hanoi asking whether my outing plan for today has materialized. Could he be more right?

This got me thinking that I need to get a real hobby, really badly. I have shortlisted a few options:
(1) Sign up for a gym membership – the first step. The next step would be actually going to the gym.
(2) Baking – it seems that everyone is into baking these days, so I thought why not me too? I have actually bought all the paraphernalia and the ingredient, all it needs is some effort from my end. I even bought a book about making cupcakes about a month ago. It’s now collecting dust somewhere in my kitchen cabinet where it rightly belongs.
(3) Photography – this one is a little bit expensive as I need to get a professional camera. When I told my husband about my intention, he kinda laughed at it. He couldn’t believe that I wanted to take photography seriously. Some supportive husband I have eh?

I think of all 3, I would like to take up the more challenging option – going to the gym! After almost a year of being a full time mom, my stamina is slowly going down the drain. Carrying my 7kg baby up the staircase is something I don’t exactly look forward to. I’d be panting the minute I reached the top (can you believe it?). My tummy is still 'padded' by lotsa extra fats from my last pregnancy (you know what, this is what happened when you have babies after 35, it’s so damn difficult to lose the extra weight), so I could use some good exercise to get back into shape and boost my stamina level – I say yeahhh to that!!

Talking about slimming, remember I wrote about Osim Uzap that I bought a few months back in my quest for a slimmer waistline? Well fyi, I couldn’t utilize that wonderful machine. It gives me really bad backache and spotting when I use it, perhaps because of my C-section. So I stopped using it altogether.

Now that I have decided on a hobby, I need to actually be brave enough to venture into a totally unknown territory (believe it or not, I’ve never stepped into a proper gym in my life) and make the first step – sign up for membership. Let’s see, I think tomorrow is good, or should I wait for my husband to come back? I may need the moral support you see… Hmm, I’ll go with the flow lah (this is my new favourite line) and see what my heart (not the brain) tells me tomorrow.

I say shopping is also a form of exercise; you WALK a lot in a shopping mall in from one shop to another. Hmmm, can it be a hobby?

Confession of a sinner

I am not a morning person. Waking up early every morning is a huge challenge for me, a really gigantic challenge indeed. Even at this age, it’s still a problem to me. Don’t get me wrong, I am not proud to admit this at all. It’s like a confession of a sinner. [For the record, I do not condone the act of waking up late every morning. We must make the effort to start our day in the early hours and breathe the fresh morning air after subuh prayer every day.]

This morning my second son asked me “mama, could you wake up early tomorrow morning and prepare food for my Teacher’s Day celebration at school?” (It’s quite embarrassing to have your kid ask you to wake up early, isn’t it?) He wants to bring spaghetti to school. My mind was going wild trying to figure out the best way to fulfill his request yet at the same time save my lazy butt. Instead of spaghetti, I suggested sandwiches – egg and tuna (both are his favourite). Thank God he agreed to it. I will prepare the filling at night and have my maid assemble them in the morning, smart eh?

My kids are not really breakfast persons. A cup of milo and scrambled egg (sometimes cereal) are on their daily breakfast menu. It’s not that I don’t want to vary their menu but they just don’t wanna eat anything else but egg, egg and egg for breakfast (if given a choice for lunch, dinner and supper too!). My maid is well trained in preparing both and I trust her completely for this task. So, why the need to make the extra effort, right? (I am trying to justify my act here you see)

In my defense, I sleep late every night. On most night, I go to sleep in the dead of night, between 1 to 2am. Sophie wakes up at least twice for her feeding. Each night feeding takes at least 10 minutes and it’ll take me another 15 minutes to get back to sleep. Hence, on average I lost AT LEAST a good 1 hour of sleep every night. Sometime she wakes up more frequent – a change in temperature, mosquitoes, noises, etc. disturbs her sleep easily.

Did you notice that baby girls are more sensitive and alert of their surrounding compared to boys? I have raised 2 boys and 2 girls, that’s the least I could say based on my experience. Even the slightest noise could wake a baby girl. But boys, you could scream at them and they’ll still be sound asleep. You raise your voice to a baby girl (it’s like they have a voice-meter – they can tell between higher and lower tones), they’ll cry, but not to boys. Perhaps my girls are overly sensitive but I believe being sensitive is in our nature.

Every morning I pray that the neighbour’s dog won’t bark, the newspaper delivery man would not speed in front of my house, my other kids would not quarrel so loudly and my husband would not make too much noise getting ready for work – these small little noises would wake Sophie up and hence disturb my sleep.

Oh, you may wonder what about the husband….I once asked my husband of almost 15 years whether he feels alright about the fact that I seldom prepare him breakfast before he leaves for work. His answer was he doesn’t mind at all, although he said it would be nice if I made the effort [for the record, I do prepare him breakfast on weekends. I am not that bad of a wife].

Hmmm…I say one cannot possibly be a perfect mom. In reality, do people like Bree Van de Kamp exist?

Kids will be kids

Have you ever tried to take photos of your kids together (note: applicable for mothers with more than 2 kids only)? Over the weekend I tried to do so and the result was exactly as I’ve expected, a disaster!

Kids will always be kids. It was so hard to make all 4 of them cooperate and smile for the camera. After the 5th shot, Harris lost interest and refused to cooperate anymore....hmmmm.

I know I'm not the only mother who face this problem but I have seen people who have nice family photo. I envy them. I do, I really do. It makes me wonder what's their secret.

This is the result of the so called photo shoot…


Sophie: no no no...i don't wanna sit next to my sista


Harris: peace *tanduk*


Sophie: noooo abang Dan is smelly


This one is not so bad


Ariana: hey, look at the camera
Sophie: duhhhh
Harris: It's too funny
Daniel: Is it done yet? I'm bored...

Happy mother's day

It’s the time of the year again - for mothers around the world to celebrate mother’s day. A day where mothers are supposed to be pampered and celebrated. If you asked me, I’d say mother’s day is another clever invention by retailers to encourage people to spend on gifts and food. Gifts are selling like hot cakes and set lunch and dinner are priced at twice the usual price, some even higher. But, there’s nothing wrong for us mothers to be celebrated, isn’t it? Once a while, it feels good to be the centre of attention.

My mother’s day weekend started on a high note. On Friday night, for the first time in like a year, my hubby and I went for a midnight movie outing. We watched X-Men Origin - Wolverine. I was kind of anxious about leaving Sophie at night with my maid especially during her bed time. But my husband kept assuring me that she’ll be fine. I think he misses our midnight outing a lot more than me lah. We left for 1Utama at 10pm and came home at half passed 2am. Sophie was sound asleep when we reached home.

It feels absolutely great to enjoy things couples do again after almost 8 months (since we have Sophie). Parents need time out too to enjoy each other’s company minus the kids. This is what keeps married couples going. For the past 15 years, we always make a point to have a night out at least once a month to keep the romance alive. We also plan for a get away during our anniversary month every year. But last year we didn’t have one as I was heavily pregnant then - and was in absolutely no mood for any kind of lovey dowey stuff. I look forward to another get away next year. I don’t think it’s gonna happen this year as Sophie is still breastfeeding and too young to be left at home with the maid.

On Saturday, we took the kids to Subang Parade for lunch and some shopping. I got myself two books – An Accustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri and Man and Boy by…uhhh I forgot who (sorry!) – a mother’s day gift for myself. I promised myself that I shall make time to start reading again. The last time I read was when Sophie was about a month old, Bonesetter’s Daughter by Amy Tan and The Kite Runner by Khaleed Hosseini (did I get his name right?).

And today, I woke up in the morning with a mission - I am not going to lift a finger today. I will rest and let things take its own course. I am not even gonna change Sophie’s diaper. As of now, my plan seems to be working perfectly well. I even took a nap in the evening...isn't life great?

Ariana gave me mother's day card she made at school. Daniel's gift to me was in a form of personal hygiene. He took a long shower before we left for lunch. Harris, well, I don't know what to say. He didn't even join us for the lunch. I didn't have the patient and the energy to entertain his tantrum and I certainly didn't want to exhaust my mind on this wonderful day.

This year for a change, instead of the usual steak, I wanted to eat at Bubba Gump for my mother's day treat. The reason I wanted to eat there was simply because of their sinful desert called ‘That chocolate thing’. For chocolate lovers, if you haven’t tried it, run as fast as you can to the nearest outlet and try one today (so far they have 1 outlet at The Curve and 1 at Sunway Pyramid).


I tell ya it tastes as good as it looks!

My mother’s day weekend pampering is drawing to its end in just a matter of minutes. Tomorrow mama is back to business of being a cook, a driver, a baby gembala and a tuition teacher…(sigh).

First child syndrome

How would you respond if one of your kids said that you are not being fair to him? It’s kind of hard isn’t it? I’ve written in many of my posts before that my kids are always fighting for attention (not that they have lack of it!) to be mama’s and papa’s favourite. Even my eldest son who will be 14 this year still yearn to be the favourite. He would compare how we treat his younger siblings to him. And mind you, he is not shy about voicing it up all the time.

Naturally, as parents, we would give more attention to the younger kids. We assume by being younger, they need more attention and guidance. We also assume that the eldest child could take care of him/herself and is more independent in every aspect merely because of the fact that they are older. Is it right to make this assumption?

Two days ago, there was no electricity in my area. We were notified by TNB of the power outage a couple of weeks in advance. Hence, we have enough time to plan for the necessary. My idea of planning for the necessary was (1) no need to prepare lunch (yuhoooo!!) (2) leave for the mall as soon as possible.

Being pampered with fans, aircond and TV all our lives, 6 hours without electricity sounds so frightening to me. So after I sent Kyle Harris off to school and picked up Daniel from school, I took my maid, Sophie, Ariana and Daniel to the mall. We spend a good 3+ hours at 1Utama, shopping and dining. [Note to my husband: Honey, please blame TNB for the AMEX bills you’re about to get this month. It wasn’t my fault, what is there to do in a mall but to shop and eat?]

Before we head home, I wanted to pack some sandwiches for my second son for dinner. His favourite sandwich, which I normally get from Starbuck was out. So I was looking high and low for a good and healthy sandwich for him. At that point Daniel suggested that I don’t get any for his brother. He claimed that I never went to this extend for him, i.e. bought him stuff should he was left at home/school (which of course not true).

This brings me back to my point, how do you respond to this type of complaint? I was explaining to him how he used to get all our attention up to the age of 5 before he has any sibling. Now is the time for his siblings to get the attention they deserve at their age. Kids being kids, he couldn’t accept it. He still feels that we love him less.

That got me thinking, is there such thing as ‘first child syndrome’? Does first child feel less loved by parents when he/she has siblings? I know for a fact that middle child syndrome existed. Children suffering from this are normally rebellious and temperamental. You have to be extremely patient with them otherwise you’ll lose your cool too. They could be quite distant yet superbly manja. What about first child syndrome then - insecure, pushy, clingy? I have yet to master this syndrome and derive a formula to tackle it. When (and if) I do, I think I could write a book on this.

I say it’s not easy raising more than one kids…it's mentally exhausting.

PAPA's the word

Sophie has uttered her first word. No it wasn’t MAMA, instead it was PAPA. I know, I can’t believe it either. How often does this happen? I could only guess that the probability of PAPA or DADA being the first word is highly unlikely. She hasn’t said MAMA yet. But every time she wants to go to her papa she would say PAPA, amazing... At first I thought that she was just mumbling baby words when she accidently uttered PAPA. But she has been consistently saying PAPA and we since realized that it is indeed her first word.

With exception to Little Pea, my other children’s first word was MAMA. And they called everyone else close to them, i.e. my husband, my sister and my maid, a different variation of the word MAMA, when they were babies. This little girl turns to be rather different than the rest. She loves her papa more even at this age. At 7 months, she has developed her preference for people. She refuses to be held by people other than my husband (being her favourite), my maid and I. Her favourite play mates are Ariana and Harris. But in all likelihood, she loves her papa the most. She is so attached to my husband that each time he passes by and doesn’t pick her up, she’ll cry or scream (and recently call out papa) to attract his attention.

My husband has always love children. Even before I married him, I knew that he would make a great father. And I was absolutely right. He has a rather distinctive aura that attracts babies. Babies seem to like him in a very weird way. When he hold a crying baby, they stop crying. I am not axegerating this. You have to see it to believe it. He tended to the baby when I was recuperating during confinement period (after he came home from work of course). He even bathed them when they were only days old, with exception of Daniel. I am lucky and blessed to have him as my husband and the father of my children.

Animals seem to like him too. My cat (a Persian we call Kitty) likes to follow him around the house (again, I am not axegerating), respond to his instruction and loves to lick his feet. Weird huh? An animal and baby charmer he is. Harris seems to inherit this magical trait from his papa. Kitty loves him too, and vice versa.

Let’s examine why Sophie likes her papa more (clearly, I am in denial). You see, my husband likes to spoil them babies by carrying them around. I on the other hand, prefer to let them play on their own because I want them to be independent and less clingy, which would consequently allow me to do other things. Because of him, my effort failed terribly every time. He likes to feed them stuff that I don’t quite approve of. I control what they eat, no sugar, no sodium and hell lots of other no. He likes to talk to babies. Me, I am not much of a baby whisperer. He has a bigger built - babies feel comfortable and secure in his arms. I have a petite frame - my arms undoubtedly don’t make a good ‘nest’ for babies. I could go on and on but we get the idea, don’t we? It’s only natural that Sophie likes him best.

Truthfully, all my kids like him more when they were babies/toddler but not when they were as young as Sophie, particularly when they were still breastfeeding. Mothers always win the babies heart when they are still breastfeeding, aren’t we? But, it doesn’t work that way in my case with Sophie. Like my husband said, Sophie is his ‘special one'. I rest my case...

Men are from mars, women are from venus (part 1)

Have you ever feel tired of having to repeat yourself over and over again? I do. I have to do it every single day. What I said either didn’t register in his brain or he simply wasn’t listening (and I am saying this with so much love in my heart baby!). The ‘he’ that I am referring to is none other than the man I love the most, my husband. He is suffering from short term memory failure.

This got me thinking whether the problem actually lies in him or me? Either he needs to start taking B-Complex supplement or what I say is just not important enough for him to remember. I forgive him though for he has way too many things to remember work-wise and loads of work-related global issues to think of every day (and work is vital. No work, no money!). I am writing this post not to complain about his forgetfulness (although in a way, yes) but to reflect how men and women differ in thinking.

I would like to think that I have a very good memory and to a certain extend, quite sharp (this is a case of 'masuk bakul angkat sendiri'). I seldom forget things especially those that matters to me the most. I even remember what he and I wore on our first date and every little detail about my kids growing up. He, on the other hand, can’t even remember what I wore this morning, and sometimes even got the kids names mix up. I definitely don’t think he could survive having lots of kids or have more than 1 wife (you know what I mean. Praise to God!).

These little things may seem petty and trivial to men, but to women it matters a great deal. It shows that you care - care enough to remember, care enough to notice, care enough to appreciate all the little things that we do. I may not speak for all women but I think many would agree with me on this.

It’s actually very much like rewards system with the kids. They do good things, they get rewarded. The more rewards they get, the more good they do. We should be rewarded to. Sometimes a simple compliment might just do it. It’s good enough to keep us going, don’t you agree? In my case, not having to repeat what I say all the time is good enough for me. It'll make me a lot happier. A happier wife certainly makes a man's live much easier, isn't it? So honey, B-complex it is then.

On a different note, it took me a bit longer to write this post. It seems like it’s getting tougher for me to update my blogs these days with Sophie demanding for more and more attention. I can’t wait for the day she becomes less dependent and can play on her own. Come to think of it, I haven’t watched a movie (in a cinema) in ages. Heck, I can’t even remember the last time I went to a cinema (sigh), oh dear… Help, I desperately need to get a (more fun) life!