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It's Earth Hour again!

Let's enjoy the fun by switching off all means of light from 8.30 - 9.30 p.m (local time), 26 March 2011! It will not cut your electricity bill of the month by half but yeah, it contributes a lot to mother nature.

We can actually do this frequently and not during the official international earth hour only. But being human, it is hard to be consistent and to do things out of the norm, even harder to make it a norm. So, back in 2006, WWF Australia and Leo Burnett Sydney started the initiative by taking some serious and global measures from the disturbing scientific data of climate, and Earth Hour was borne. Kicked off in Australia, Earth Hour became the world's interest and as good as trend and it was 'globalized' in 2007.

So people, Husband, Eirsa and I will participate in this Earth Hour (probably will also be hopping like crazy monkeys, rolling on the floor or picking our nose, since nobody can see us in the dark) and you too could be part of the excitement!

We love Pocoyo and Friends too!

Fun Experiment No. 1

About the experiment :

1. Black fluffy skirt for RM15 at Cotton On.
2. Old Superman baby-T (nasib baik tak sampai tahap merekah jahitan t-shirt ni dek pertambahan lemak pada badan)
3. Not-so-old jacket, a little elastic, that's why it could still nicely wrap my lengan yang gagah.
4. A pair of old jeans, among those minority of my jeans yang masih sudi nak memuatkan lemak-lemak pada seluruh kaki. Jeans lain-lain tu menderhaka kat saya lama dah.
5. Cotton inner.
6. Some less-than-RM10-per-piece shawl.
7. Black bangle from Diva.

The outcome :

Anda boleh muntah jika mahu. Tak pe, saya tak berkecil hati. T___T

Re-prioritize

I notice at this age, I work not because I like to work, but I work because of money. Which results to low job satisfaction, which results to easily get de-motivated when I feel the workload doesn't match the pay, which results to consistent feeling of Monday blues, which results to stop makan gaji and be my own boss instead. But I know to be my own boss is not easy. The journey, the risk, the struggle is going to be overwhelming and I'm afraid that I might stumble even before I start walking. Besides, the benefits offered by current company is too good to let go and that the whole family cannot depend on one's salary only and the little luxurious that we are enjoying now is too schweeeet to let go.


After many sighs, I chose and hoped to be able to sustain, to go through my daily life the way I want it; if I can do it, then I'll do it. If the bosses are asking for moon, then I'll just provide them with moon cake, since that is what I could afford. The rest I'll surrender to God; which is my utmost priority that I always, always fail to fulfill.


It really makes me realize (not all the time, though. Bad me, bad me.), we are reaching up to the sky and often put lower priority to our solat, that includes procrastinating solat. Least that we know that God gives you the time and He gives you the 'kelonggaran' to compulsorily perform your prayers only five times daily and yet you are so busy doing anything else. Duniawi. And least that you remember that He can get all the time that He loans you anytime, darling.


As such, with the low motivation that I'm having now, I choose to just go with the flow. To do things within my control and limit, to re-prioritize all things that require me, to believe that if I could not meet the bosses request for the stars then it is OK, since God knows that I've done my best and that God will somehow help me to get through the way, as long as I put all His rukun Islam at top of my priority list, to ensure that I appreciate and be thankful to what God has given so far, especially the health, family, work (yes, at least I or we have a job, aight?) and all the goodness that I have now. Syukur.

Jom solat!

God, please guide us on the straight path, the path of those who have received your grace; not the path of those who have brought down wrath, nor of those who wander astray.

Cabaran Mencabar Perut!

... Bermula hari ini!

Selongkar-selongkar setor tadi, I found this; fat burning cream and a modern, strappy bengkung. I actually used them during my confinement days. They worked wonders but I believed breastfeeding Eirsa was a major contributing factor.

So this time, it's going to be only them and I, trying to pull all the fat off! (Eirsa is weaning off). Let's try to make it for 21 days first then we see how do we go about it. I need to put them on at least once a day, for several hours.

So, jom join me!

On Pospartum

I believe I had postpartum after giving birth to Eirsa. Perhaps it was minor but it was quite disturbing.

I consistently felt dejected, negelected, burdened, angry and of course of all the badness; pressure.

I could never thank Mak enough for still wanting to take care of my 'makanan dalam pantang', for finding a massage makcik and for taking baby Eirsa to bathe and dress her up every morning for 40 days. I was lucky.

But those above unnecessary feelings still came to me, as a result of

1. My minor difficulties during labor that required me to undergo c-section procedure, the after-effect of the caesarian itself (all the more pantang and extra-care required)
2. Baby Eirsa's upside down sleeping schedule
3. My husband was in KL while I was 'berpantang' in Melaka
4. My over protective feeling and actions towards baby Eirsa that I could easily got pissed off when my nephews, whom three of them under Mak's care and basically they were there with me during the whole 40 days, made noise and running and chasing eash other all over the house. No, they were ok, they were just being kids, it was just me. I didn't want Eirsa to wake up during the days as I needed to get some rest too after sleepless nights.
5. The heat. Gosh, it was so hot and as a part of the pantang, baby Eirsa and I were allowed to bathe once a day (early in the morning) only.
6. My breast milk only 'showed up' on day 4th. This was the biggest challenge actually since Husband and I was determine to provide Eirsa with exclusive breast milk for at least the first 6 months.

And that's why I was 'hot'.

I really needed support from my husband but he too had a lot of errands to run at that time. Besides his daily job in KL, he was also busy preparing for our new house, for baby Eirsa and I. We planned to move to our new house, as soon as the 'pantang' period is over.

So, dealing with baby Eirsa's sleep through the day and awake through the night, the caesarian incision, the heat, the over-protective new mother I was, the husband was far far away, yes, I was so depressed. I cried (if not outside, inside my heart) everytime my husband called. I even got angry at baby Eirsa when she refused to sleep while I was so tired and need my rest. Baby Eirsa was just a baby and she knew nothing other than smiling back at me whenever I smile at her. The depression was undescribable and thank you Allah, You still led me throught the right path and made me stronger. And kept my sanity close to me.

It is scientifically proven and women after giving birth will experience negative feelings that would contribute to high possibility of postpartum. Not saying that it is OK, but it is true and unavoidable. The only thing that keeps your sanity is by being super patient and believe in God.

For new mothers, I'm not saying that you are not excepted. Every new mother experiences different kind and level of depression. Some are just pure happy being mother on her own even without others' help while some will still feel depress even though they are surrounded with loved ones with generous assistance. Yes, it's not created by you, but the negative feeling will uninvitedly come.

When the time comes, the first thing that you need to have in your heart that the baby is God's gift and he/she is an individual. You don't put certain expectations as they might just be different. You don't put the blame on the baby and that please don't put in your mind that you are alone, as Allah is always always always there and all mothers' prayers are heard, if not immediately, soon. Babies need to be taught, guided and mom's love and care contributes to major part of their development. And last but not least, the pantang period is not forever. It will soon end and the baby will soon, without you realize, grows and you'll miss their baby time. So, enjoy it while it lasts. God will love you more.

Note : And now my Eirsa is two, she has started to show the Tantrum/Trouble Two symptoms. Not much, but yeah, sometimes she could make my blood boiled. But I hope this time I could maintain reasonable, logical and practical.

In mummy's belly

During her early infant years

When she was 1

She is now, same person, different kind of trantrum

From Eirsa, With Love and Happiness

Same like last year, we prepared some little something for Eirsa play buddies at her daycare. Thinking that giving 'jajan' is not actually good for them and we are not really contributing to those kids' goodness other than non-guilt-free happiness and sugar high.


So, this time around, we decided to opt for something that could contribute to small part in those kids' development; toys.


It didn't cost a lot, around RM100 in total for 33 pax of kids (including 5 babies) and 4 pax of carers. All decorations made by myself, with RM0 cost (sunken cost, since they were 'leftovers' from my previous projects).


These were sent to Eirsa's nursery on 7 Mar 2011, with pinch of love.



For the babies. They could shake it, bite it, throw it, whatever they want.



For the carers. I gave them 2 pieces of my pre-loved shawls, 1 piece of brooch pinned to a small pillow (both hand-made by me), a pair of earrings and a small tube of moisturizer, among my good hotel collections during my travelling years.

For the kids; Universe of Imagination, 5oz of modelling compound!

Actually the modelling compound or playdough could be home-made too. I've never tried, but will give it a shot someday. Perhaps you want to check it out here, here and here!