Monday, August 31, 2009

Hubby Turns 31

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We were originally supposed to celebrate at Tamarind Hills but I think staying home everyday with nothing to do made me forget that there is still a whole world of people still hustling and bustling about, working hard, using up every precious minute they have and only occasionally stealing a little time here and there to rest a bit. And so, because I forgot about that little detail, I took for granted that I wouldn't need to make a reservation and so, I got lazy.
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I also totally forgot that it was Ramadhan month. Stupid.
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And so, by the time I actually called Tamarind Hills, it was already full. And so was Tamarind Springs. So, no choice la, we ended up in Sri Ayuthaya - again.
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Even then, we had to wait for our table. And it wasn't like as if I did not make a reservation. I did. And they had the cheek to ask me if I wanted to sit downstairs, like where all the other outcasts-who-didn't-make-reservations were booted to. Of course not!
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So stupid.
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Just because they have a little more customers than normal and they cannot handle.
Of course I got upset lah.
Lucky for them, I love their food. So I would never boycott them. My lost.
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But I didn't stay upset for long cause they found us a nice little table at a corner. And that's also because I told them off.
Hubby said, "Gone la, now our food's gonna have extra ingredients on it".
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Well, whatever it was, it still tasted good.
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Happy 31st Birthday, Darling!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Simply Me

I guess I'm kindda like having my own little 'Merdeka' celebration. You know, a new blog. New layout. New me.
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I've never really admitted to it but I've been in self-denial eversince I got pregnant with Renee. I didn't want to acknowledge the fact that I was no longer who I used to be and the fact that I got upset whenever someone told me that 'I looked like a mother', that says it all. The fact was, and still is, is that I AM a mother.
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But today, I'm shouting it out loud that I AM a mother and I AM proud of it.
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Yes, I do miss my partying days where I could be out all night drinking myself senseless.
I miss the times when I could just dash out of the house for a quick shopping spree without worrying about anything or anyone else.
I miss the hours and hours I used to spend by the beach, soaking up the sand, with nothing else in mind.
I miss my freedom.
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But then, I found a new kind of freedom.
The freedom of being a mother.
And this is who I am now.