« Mon 25 Jul - Sun 31 Jul | HomePage | Mon 26 Dec - Sun 01 Jan »
07/08/2005
Something for you blogger moms....
This cap-sleeved tee is actually new from Cafepress. Have not setup all the other designs for cap-sleeve. So, the only one with Capsleeve tee is this one, the BLOGGER MOM apparel collection. This is perfect for all those mothers out there who are active bloggers. Hey, you're a bloogger mom who is tech-savvy, so, SHOW IT OFF!
In fact, give your children their own Blogger mom apparel too! It will say, My mom blogs and then you wear it together and make a cute mom-child team eh? Have not designed for men yet but don't think I will cause I want to keep my designs completely for moms. I mean....AND THEIR KIDS. Daddies don't get into the picture cause I am sure they can find their own golfing and TV-surfing apparel somewhere else, right?
This baby doll tee is also another one of my favorites cause it's really sexy and comfortable! I have one for the 'designer mom' line and also the 'writer mom' line. So, I know it's high quality. I'll get this one too, the blogger mom line cause I really like it.
And for those who are not into those sexy, figure-hugging stuff, you should get your hands on those very comfy tees and casual clothing. They're really good stuff cause they're suitable for summer time wear.
See ya!!
Next up, something for moms who loves to run!!!
09:10 Posted in Shopping | Permalink | Comments (0) | Email this
Leaving a mark in our lives...
People come…people go. Friends and acquaintances come and go from our lives so fleetingly. And yet, they leave so many memories behind. Those memories and experiences will, in some ways, help shape our future, help us define ourselves and may even play a role in helping us make future decisions.
In the case of the maid, YuYun, who already left for her home country yesterday, this is also true. She was with us for 6 years+ and she leaves behind lots of memories, some happy, some regretful. She may have gone home to reunite with her family and relatives, coming back is not an option as she is going to get married. But here, things are completely different. There’s just a void, something that is hard to write about.
Looking at the stuff that she has been working on previously when she was here, makes me want to cry. Things are different here, now. Whenever someone leaves (as with my own maid, Uul), things are different here…not the happy kind of happy either. For them, they’re back to where they belong.
Here, things have changed forever. And we will never be able to remove the marks that she has left with us in this house, in our lives.
09:05 Posted in Blog | Permalink | Comments (0) | Email this
05/08/2005
I hate GoodByes...
I hate it when I have to say goodbye…especially when you know it may be forever. Correction, chances are, it will be forever. I just want to say ‘see you’ or just ‘bye’ with a wave and a smile. Those tearful goodbyes just rips me up in shreds and makes me want to bawl…..
And yet, tomorrow, I know I will have it good again…
The last time I had to say ‘Good Bye Forever’ was when my first maid, Maria Ulfa, left for home. I knew she was never coming back and yet I hoped that she would. I knew she was going to continue on with her life, happily, without us, and yet I hoped that she would stay with us forever. Hence, a huge bawling scene at the airport.
This time, it’s my sister-in-law’s maid, YuYun. She’s not my maid but she spends a lot of time here for the past 6+ years. Oh, we’ve had our differences but we’ve mended up lots of times too, and this makes the friendship more solid and special. We don’t have to see eye to eye but we’ve provided each other company and aid when we needed.
I am going out to the Pharmacy, to get one of ‘em tissue packages…..Buy 12 boxes, free 1 box, you know.
05:27 Posted in Being human | Permalink | Comments (0) | Email this
04/08/2005
Only mothers can understand mothers!
Now I know why I have been ostracized by all my unmarried, childless friends ever since I got married and had my kids! I never got to see it from others point of views before. Not that I am complaining but I now know why others think mothers are so boring and un-fun!
Only mothers can see and understand what mothers are going through. I brought a friend to the gym today and she was constantly thinking about her daughters. I am not complaining because I do the same thing! But because my kids are older now, if you can call 5 and 3 older and more independent (???), I can leave them for a while without them hanging on to my pants all the time! Even then, Jared (3) still sulks and threatens to injure himself or starve himself whenever I said I was going out. Truly, no one can truly understand what a mother has to go through unless she is a mother herself. We’re totally split between wanting to be with our kids and wanting to be by our ownselves. I mean, when we’re in, we’re thinking about having fun. When we’re out, we’re thinking of our kids. You can wait to get home when you’re out. And you can’t wait to get out when you’re home. Beat that for being confused!
I mean, when my friend talked about her kids, she really talked about them and I really saw the love (apart from my own love for my own kids) in her eyes. Mothers have to worry about breastfeeding, nappy changing, have to sneak time out for themselves, worry about being selfish and worry about whether the kids have cried their lungs out or not…blah blah blah…the list can go on!
All this for an hour of fun on our own?? And in the meantime, what’s daddy doing? And we have to literally beg and bribe our own mothers or in-laws to ‘take over command’ of the ‘mother ship’ for a short time while we take a breather! Singletons can have all the fun in the world without worrying about anything apart from whether they’ve taken the laundry in or not. The freedom. The liberty.
Where has it all gone?
And can you blame us for being boring? Can you blame us for wanting to talk about our own kids instead of blabbering on about what a wonderful butt the guy who just walked past us have? I mean, to us, mothers, we’re thinking, “You mean they have butts too? Gosh, you know, my Joshua has the cutest behind in the planet and I want to just sink my teeth into his butt all the time!”. And then the singleton will just stare at us like we’ve just dropped our false teeth on to the floor.
And whenever I go out to places like pubs and discos, I feel like part of the deco there, the bad patch, the part of the deco that the interior designer managed to miss. Maybe even the bouncer feels that we should be booted out of that place. I try my darnest to fit in most times, but with my gigantic bag (suitable for carrying nappies, rash creams, milk power and bottles) and baggy clothes (suitable for running after kids) and sandals (for sprinting after runaway toddlers), I just don’t fit in in discoteques anymore.
But as time goes on, I begin to fit in more. I bought a smaller bag and some clothes skimpy enough to pass me off as a 13-year-old and bought some make-up enough to make me look like a drag queen, and these days, nobody looks at me. That’s funny, most times, that would have been bad news. But to a mother, that’s good news.
I would slug the barman who calls me an Auntie. About a year back, after I gave birth to Jared (I had a lot of excess weight, then), I went out with a friend. I went to the bar to order a Tequila and the barman asked me in his Manglish (Malaysian English), “Auntie, you want tequila neat or pop?”.
Pop you on the head, you bloody buffoon! Which part of me looks like an Auntie???
I looked myself over and said, “Oh”. Forget the darn drink. I’ll go home and fix myself a glass of formula milk, instead, thank you very much!!
13:33 Posted in Women | Permalink | Comments (0) | Email this