Tiger

Introducing....TIGER, the cheeky lil fur ball


Odie gave birth to 3 lil kittens last May and Tiger is the eldest of the bunch. He is a very naughty boy who thinks that my legs are juicy steaks for him to sink his small yet very sharp teeth into. He also likes to sneak into my kain baju kurung and pretended that its his own bachelor pad and sleeps in it. Oh, he is also a big romeo. I once found him at the edge of the balcony whispering sweet nothings to the neighbours' female cat.

I now have 5 cats in the house. I'm beginning to feel like an outsider instead of the owner of the house.

Pictures of Puteh and Baby are on the way (when and if I have the chance to catch these two hyper active kittens and snap their pics that is)

To the Numbnuts

A quick update...

I'm still running around for now *huff & puff* I am still very much swarmed with meetings and the impending AGM and what not *wheezed*. Sorry that I have not been leaving comments and all but as soon as this madness stops, I'll make my rounds :D

....and for those who don't know, there is a HUGE difference between a Secretary @ P.A and an ASSISTANT COMPANY SECRETARY (yes you...you moron) So please do your homework before you say anything and belittle people.

And even if I am "just a Secretary @P.A", there really is nothing wrong with being one (you stupid numbnut!) What makes you think you're better than anyone else?

Sheesh.....

Of Sleeping Bag and 8 Lamps (I'm really bad at titles urgh!)

The next couple of weeks are going to be hectic and full of late nights. We have 4 major meetings down the pipeline and 2 of them are going to be back-to-back. I so am not too sure what is going to happen to me, really. I have asked Diyana if I can borrow her sleeping bag. She was quite reluctant to partake with it for she herself might need it. The last time I checked, she left the office at 3 a.m.


The negotiation last weekend was adjourned til further notice. Honestly, nothing was resolved last weekend. We were busy justifying all the things that we wanted to bring to the PIL's house, that for now, only the dusty wing chair will be left behind. So I guess this will take a while before we both come to our senses and realise that we do not need 4 shoe racks and 8 lamps.


My chikadee Odie is going to be a mama! Hurrah! Which means I'm going to be a grandmama(?) but I am quite thrilled with the prospects of having kittens around the house again. Odie's tummy is very visible and she's not her usual hyperactive self. She's more content to bury herself under the comforter and sleep, which is much to Ronnies chagrin. That boy just wants to play and play and play. Anyhow, yesterday Odie displayed the maternal side of her when she held Ronnie while they were sleeping. And Ronnie was just being a big baby that he is ha ha.




Excusez moi if I have not been dropping comments as of late. I didn't even have time to pee when I'm in the office, what more surfing all my favourite blogs but I promise to do so every chance I have.

Seeing Double

So here lies the problem. We have 2 fridges, 4 TVs, 2 microwaves, 2 washing machines, 2 sets of couches, 2 dining tables, 2 irons, 2 stoves, 2 sound systems, 2 of this and 2 of that…we pretty much have 2 of everything!

How are we going to accommodate all of our possessions into the parents-in-laws (PIL) house come August after we moved in (temporarily)? I really do not mind selling/give away some of my stuffs. So does Hot Papa. But the thing is that we may have to move out of the house in a couple of years after PIL comes back for good. It would be quite a waste to sell off our things and later, have to buy back when we move into our own abode.

To sell or not to sell?

Help! What are we to do?

And there are a few of my things that I am very reluctant to sell/give away for I have some form of attachment to them i.e. sentimental value. Just the other day I had a bit of a tiff with Hot Papa when he suggested that I sell off my (first) big TV. I know it’s nothing much, it’s just a TV but I bought that TV as a present to myself when I got my (dream) job (gazillion years ago). Hot Papa got a lil annoyed when I ask him to throw away his (smelly) big pillow citing that the pillow is very comfy. I think that he just didn’t want to part with his ‘bantal busuk’. Haha!

So there you go. We are now making a list of things that we have and we are meeting up this weekend to discuss the fate of my big TV and his smelly pillow.

Wish me luck gals!

….and here is Ronnie’s best impersonation of Yoda. :D

Chikadees

Changing the bed sheet proved to be very challenging when you have cats like Ronnie and Odie. My attempt to change my bed sheet last night was stalled indefinitely when they decided to treat the bed as a war zone. They jumped and twisted and kicked and slam dunked on the bed the moment I tried laying the sheet. And when I did manage to tuck the sheet underneath the mattress, they would pull the sheet out and made a big round circle of sheet before they nonchalantly stepped inside the ring and pretending to be sleeping.

So, I 'jentik' Odie's ears. She growled and hissed and was ready to pounce on me. Arrrrr!



And, I smacked Ronnie a lil bit (just a lil bit) so he would get up and let me finish tucking in the sheet….and this is what happened….

He ignored me completely when I called him to bed and he even refused a treat! Wah very hard to ‘pujuk’ this boy I tell ya. So after much coaxing and ‘pujuking’, he jumped on the bed, pulled the sheet out and pout.

Heheheheh! I can't live without my chikadees :)

It's My Wedding I'd Panic If I Want To

It was rather foolish of me to think that since it is going to be my wedding, I would have a total control over the preparation. A meeting with the aunty-in-law-to-be (AILTB) over the weekend proved that I do not have (almost) any control whatsoever over the preparation (much so especially when my sister-in-law-to-be is rather ehem…bossy).

After the discussion, Hot Papa and I realized that we have not done anything for our impending wedding and that it is just another 4 months away and there are so much to do. With a slight panic attack, we started to list down things that needed to be done. We have yet to book a place for the reception (on my side) and we just found out that the date we have chosen for the reception coincides with the beginning of school holiday.

Then there are cards, caterer, canopies, costumes, cakes, and so much more!

There goes our dream of a small private wedding *sighs* It was really hard explaining to the AILTB that we wanted a small simple wedding with only families and good friends. Apparently Hot Papa belongs to a very huge clan and we HAVE to invite ALL first….second…seven thousandth cousins to the wedding. Thank goodness my side of the family, there are only 12 of us! hahahah

But I guess AILTB has a point. Wedding is the time you meet all your new relatives and families (though still I prefer a small beach wedding or something).

So this whole wedding preparation matter has deterred me from getting good nights sleep the last two days. I kept waking every hour or so. I even dreamt walking down the aisle naked because I forgot to get meself a wedding attire! Yikes. So last Sunday saw me scouring shops looking for material and whatnot. I have yet to find what I wanted but at least I’ve started. And I have already bought door gifts for guests. (phewww)

So….’door gifts’ = checked!

Off to the next agenda.

.....and while I was busy getting things done, my two chikadees were busy having fun playing with newspapers and boxes in the apartment. I went home to a house full of shredded newspapers and torn boxes. Odie and Ronnie thought it would be fun to see me screaming at them and then decided to just jump on the bed and sleep before snoring quite loudly with no sense of remorse whatsoever. Sheesh!

Ronnie the Busybody Cat

This is what happened when I tried to bring home work last weekend....

Making sure that its well plugged-in.

Ok ok i confess. It was Ronnie who has been writing this blog and not me :)

Taking a break and watching a lil telly

And no work was done :) This is Ronnie and he would get all possessive when he sees my laptop. He would sit on it til no end and there really is nothing that I can do.

*tee hee*

6 Degrees of Separation

To witness the birth of a new blog and to watch it grow is always exciting. It’s like getting a new friend and somehow being a part of their daily lives.

So today I’d like to introduce you to a new blog…..

http://www.rznoor.blogspot.com/

Tada!!

Welcome aboard Mummy Noor :)

Of bunnies and dvs

I have 5 dvds that I have yet to find the time to watch. I am crazy busy! Even on weekends there's always something to do. Can't remember the last time Frankenstein (aka Hot Papa hahaha!) and I just chill and do absolutely nothing.

And my flu keeps coming back it's annoying especially when you're in a meeting and the people there being dead serious about things and I just have to blow my nose. Hehehe!

A good friend confided that she and her man is no longer 'intimate' with each other after their first baby was born, so I ask "No rompy romp romp?" and she said no, romping is as usual. They both are Energizer bunnies. It's the lack of intimacy e.g. kissing and hugging and laughing etc etc. It's just sad when these things happened yes?

Truth About Cats & Dogs

Hi, my name is Frankensteina and I have a problem.

I can't see any kittens (abandoned or not) because I will definitely take them home. This has always been a problem with me ever since I was a child. A trip to the market with Mama always ended up with me stuffing a kitten of two in my pockets/t-shirt and bringing them home, in which Mama would later had to drive back to the market to send the kittens back. I can't exactly recall how many kittens I have brought back so far but I can safely say, thousands!

Apparently this behaviour sticks with me til adulthood. A short trip to the 'kedai mamak' would have me ended up not with roti canai or fried rice, but kittens. That was how I ended up with Ronnie. Saw him under the table at the restaurant and the next thing I know I had him in a box and in my car. Ronnie was so scrawny that he could barely walk. I knew for a fact that if I did not pick him up that day, he would have died.

Good thing is that Hot Papa loves cat too. I mean, it would definitely be a big problem if I ended up with someone who hates cat! My two cats, Odie and Ronnie are my lil chikadees and I love them to bits. Odie is the cool, calm and collected girl who refuse any kind of human affection at all times but feeding time. Odie does fetch too. Throw something and she'll bring it right back. Ronnie is mamas boy who sleeps at my 'celah ketiak' and can be caught at times lying on his back with all 4 paws up in the air with no care in the world. And he can say "Mama" (I swear!) and carry a conversation like a pro.

They doodle a lot and they eat a lot and they destroy my couch my bed my clothes and I have fur all around the house but I love them so much they would be the first I rescue in case of a burning building (except of course I'll rescue you first and foremost Hot Papa heheh!)

Now, if I can have a dog, I'd like to have a Golden Retreiver or maybe a German Shepherd :)

Oscar Wilde

Ahah! I knew my "I Know What You Did Last Time" would generate some kind of interest from one (if not 2) reader(s).

Heheheheh! You take it to a new low baby ;)

Gotcha.

And oh, I'm a fan of Oscar Wilde too. Interesting choice.

Now lets see what comment I'll get from this entry heheh!

A little bit of this a little bit of that

One should think that with the absence of La Grande Boss, all should be well and merry. Well, not for me *hmph* With La Grande Boss being away in the City of Love, me and Diyana are left to our own devices. We thought we could use the time to slack off but La Grande Boss being the mighty psychic that he is, had foreseen that we would be taking very long breakfasts and very long lunches and very long laughing sessions in between. Hence, Diyana and I have been running around like a mad woman that Diyana is and a hot woman that I am (hihihihi) getting things done before La Grande Boss is scheduled to come back sometime next week. I have been knee deep in minutes and Diyana have been running amok chasing people to submit reports.

Aiyaiyai!

Also the fact that my officemates just found out that I’m darn ticklish when it comes to my neck has been pure torture. They find pleasure in making me laugh til I turn blue in the face.

Arrrrrr!

Something Old Something New

Hot Papa and I have decided that our wedding will be a very small and private affair, to be attended only by families and loved ones. Reason being is that we don’t see the need to spend so much on a big, elaborated wedding only to be attended by people whom we hardly know or care about. A friend strongly opposed to this idea, citing that we only get married once in our life time, so must have big humongous bash to celebrate the day with everyone. But Hot Papa and I would rather be spending the money in getting a house or a new car I desperately need.

I have yet to plan anything at all and the fact that I’m so effin’ relax about the whole thing is driving my mom crazy heheh.

“Must book caterer now!”

“Must book tok kadi now!”

“Must book place now!”

“Must book everything now!”

I was told that all the good caterers are no longer available the time of my wedding *gulp!* and I may need to beg the tok kadi to come to my house to perform the ceremony(?)

And all those forms to fill?? And here I was thinking that getting married is easy peasy.

Help!

I Do

Hot Papa have asked me to marry him...

..and of course I said yes!

*smiles*

And the countdown begins!

I Know What You Did Last Time

While spring cleaning my old old old e-mails the other day, I discovered an e-mail by an ex-bf. Lets call him NIRSI aka TheSpinelessDick. The SpinlessDick and I dated for an extremely short while back in the dinosaur days, and being TheSpinelessDick that he was (and still is), he decided the best way to break the news to me is to not break the news at all. I later discovered that he was seeing another gal (no surprise there).

So, being a woman, a closure is (almost) inevitable. I just had to know why (don’t we all?). So I contacted him back a few years later and we made (sorta) peace. I got the closure that I wanted and he was at that time seeing a gal (lets call her TheCluelessVictim). Being the whinny spineless dick that he was (I still slap myself silly thinking that I used to fancy this guy! There must be something seriously wrong with me) he whined and complained about his current (then) gf. No, not complaining…but bitching about The CluelessVictim.

And this went on for almost a month…everyday.

Crap! I thought to myself, what the fish had I gotten myself into. So I told him…

“Get the heck out of the relationshiplah if you’re not happy. No point just complaining about it, yes?”

So he did, citing to TheCluessVictim that *I*, the ex-gf have asked him to break-up with her.

Say what?!

How low can you go baby? How low?

God is great. TheCluelessVictim and I met at a barbeque and the rest was history.

So I was framed. No biggie. I believe in karma. What goes around will come around and bite ya in the ass.

The last time I heard he was sleeping with someone’s wife and at the same time finggering a Chinese girl at the back of his Toyota.

Also he was “asked to leave” aka sacked from one of the best law firm in Malaysia. His family supposedly comes from a long line of legal background with father and aunty in high places.

"He was the joke of the (then) office," so his (then) officemates said to me.

A few years down the road, I bumped into TheSpinlessDick again. He was then engaged to a lovely lady, lets call her Corina Corina. I told him that Corina Corina sounded like a great decent gal, so I said perhaps it’s time you stop screwing around and settle down.

Instead, TheSpinelssDick said,

“F, the sex is just so lame and boring”

“F, she is emotionally clingy”

“F, she is pushing me to get married”

And he even showed me all the sms that Corina Corina sent to him.

"No it's my fault. I'm sorry", she said.

Poor gal thought it was her fault that things didn’t go well with them.

TheSpinelessDick then asked,

“F can I borrow your room for a couple of hours?”

“What for?”

“I’m meeting up with this gurl and I don’t want to rent a hotel for just a couple hours. Rugi”

WTF?! ARE YOU EFFIN' NUTS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED IN 3 MONTHS. IF YOU DON’T STOP THIS BEHAVIOUR, I’LL TELL CORINA CORINA!

It was something that I should have not said as I later learned.

The next thing I knew, I was attacked by Corina Corina citing that *I* was the one who wanted to sleep with TheSpinelessDick and I was trying to break up their engagement. I was also regarded as the pathetic ex-gf who wanted to get back with TheSpinelessDick and who was jealous with Corina Corina and this whole shenanigans was posted all over internet bla bla bla.

.....I have to say, it was not a surprise to me that that happened.

I guess TheSpinelessDick had to do what he had to do to save himself. He must feel very proud that Corina Corina defended him with all her might. He ought to be. Not every woman would want to marry a guy who cheated on her 3 months before the wedding. That gal got balls I tell ya.

I don’t blame Corina Corina. She was a woman in love and wanted to marry TheSpinelessDick no matter what.

I found out that Corina Corina and TheSpinelessDick got married sometime in 2005. The Chinese gal who TheSpinelessDick fingered at the back of his Toyata told me about it 2 weeks ago.

My best of luck to Corina Corina.

A Laugh A Day Keeps A Wrinkle Away

One of the reasons that I look forward to when I go to work everyday is that I know that I’ll definitely have at least one good laugh everyday….

Thanks to the crazy people that I work with heheheheheh!

To Diyana, Rena, Farah, Dina and the lot

Happy shiny people!

Un Deux Trois

I blame it on the fact that yesterday was a holiday and it’s almost a cardinal sin to make people go back to work the next day, especially when the next day being Friday. My brain has decided to shut down totally today and although I have piles of work to do, I can’t seem to get into gear 1 and start. Which means, I’ll be spending my weekends (barfing) generating Minutes (or not he he)

When one is chubby like me, people assume that you are in dire need of diet tips/diet pills/ jamu/julap for they assume that I must be miserable being fat and chubby, hence gives them the right to pinch my cheeks, jiggle my wobbly arms and slap my wiggly ass while imparting useless useful diet tips, as well as success “akak-dulu-cuma-makan-angin-ngan-minum-air-kosong-turun-40kg” stories. Tu belum cerita gedel (“gurdle”) yang kalau pakai badan terus macam J.Lo.

Yes I am grossly out of shape and can never fit into size 4, but I really am happy the way I am…really. Perhaps it’s a hard concept to grasp, but it’s possible to feel happy even if you’re not thin enough/rich enough/pretty enough. This misconception that you must be all that to feel happy is just full of bollocks.

I have friends who whine, moan and whimper for the ‘lack of things’ but never truly say thanks for things that they have. Me, I am just happy to have my health, my work and people that I love around me.

Aaaaand I'm rambling again. Must put a stop to this hahahah!

Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

A conversation with a female friend last week made me thank god that Hot Papa is not one of’em “Metro-I-go-for-pedicure-manicure-facial-3-times-a-week-sexual Man”

I mean really, do you want your man to have a fairer and much smoother skin than yours?

Heck no not me!

I want my man to be...well butt-scratching, I-wash-my-face-while-I-shampoo-my-hair, stubble-face, burping, remote-control controlling man.

I just can’t stand brand conscious, tie-shoes-manbag(?)-hankerchief-colour-coded, Evian-drinking, perfume-spraying, beyotching man. I understand the need to groom oneself to look presentable but when you rush back home to change your shirt because it didn’t match your cuff links is just too way much, yes? I mean, really who gives an effin’ care, really.

Please bring the real man back!

The Not-so-old, Not-so-new

I’d like to think that it’s not too late to list down resolutions for the year 2007, but the thing is that my last year’s resolution was the year’s before and the year’s before was the year’s before before and so on…see the pattern?

So how now brown cow?

I have decided that 2007 would be a resolution-free year for me. No pressure to become 20lbs thinner, or be promoted to M/SM/GM/CEO by year end, or get meself an SLK (which I’d probably never ever will get to buy ever in this life time anyway).

Pah! Off with the resolutions!

But what I’ll do is set weekly targets that I’d like to see myself achieve. Like…

Week 1: Brush teeth before sleeping (yes I forget like that)
Week 2: Match pyjama top with pyjama bottom
Week 3: Do (or at least try) not to give the ‘finger’ to obtuse drivers
Week 4: Haul my jiggly ass up the stairs and not take the elevator

Simple as that…oui?

I have not updated my blog for quite a while and I don’t have any excuse for that besides I was just plain lazy. I was more content to just read blogs than write one. Plus, I have become so rusty that my sentences sound ridiculous and stupid J. Consequently the hibernate mode.

I need to get my modjo back

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