Bought a pair of pretty culottes, which in the picture, was worn by a model of 175cm height. Since I am more than 10cm shorter than her, I thought the length would be just nice on me...No! They are still short! Unless if I wear them with boots, or purposely wear them at the hips so they fall at my ankles.

Ggrrr...

"So, maksudnya, ketinggian I ni lebih kurang macam model tu," I told my husband, trying to make myself feel better.

"Return lah..." he said.

"Tapi seluar tu cantik! Boleh pakai duduk rumah...Tapi cantik sangatlah kalau nak buat duduk rumah."

I returned things only twice, both got lost and I didn't bother to follow up. Aishhhh...Tuh lah, sikap malas dan don't care ni memang tak mendatangkan faedah...That's the downside of online shopping. Kalau tersalah saiz ke, ada rosak sikit ke, I redha je...Tapi kalau physical shopping, mati-mati boleh tuntut keadilan. Haha!

Anyway, there's a few more things to buy for the baby. Hospital bag pun tak pack lagi and I'm freaking out. I simply wasted my 4 days of the recent extended weekend doing...nothing...

But i deserved it, okay! Coz once the baby is out, there will be no more days of doing nothing and resting! (Again, making excuses for myself)

Malas betul nak kerja esok..I also feel like a good doctor should give me an MC because no pregnant woman should spend more than an hour driving to work. What if tiba-tiba I sakit dalam kereta, while being stuck in the traffic, without my hospital bag, and no husband to come to my rescue? Tolonglah jangan nak drama...!

Today, I am going to talk about hair.

So, I was on MC, but I was feeling much better after I saw the doctor, so I went to a nearby mall instead for:

lunch

search for cheap baju kurung/ jubah I can actually fit

buy a confinement set

get a haircut

Actually, I forgot what my last intention was, but as I was about to pay for the parking ticket, I saw a hair salon.

You see, I'm not a regular to any hair salon. For many reasons:

- when I was young, Mother used to cut my hair

- then I went to a boarding school

- then college

- then university, which I returned to Malaysia only once a year (hair maintenance only once a year, haha)

- then got busy with work

- got married and moved with husband

- returned back to Klang Valley, donning the tudung

- I don't do small talk. I prefer my hairstylist to do his/ her job and don't ask personal questions. I guess, I am just not a friendly person...(I usually lie about what I do, or where I stay if they start to ask...Just for the fun of it. It's fun to pretend to be someone you are not. I've pretended to be a teacher, a nurse, a housewife...Next time, I'm going to pretend to be a nursery owner. Or a pilot. Haha...! I also lie about my son's age: "Ohhhh...He's only 6 months old, he's waiting for me at home...The hair treatment would take 2 hours, right? Nope, can't do...This treatment? I'm still breastfeeding, can't take that chemical either, sorry...")

I go anywhere I want. In fact, this is the first time I got a haircut Syariah compliant. Haha. I know...Even though I'm bertudung, I didn't know where to go! So, previously, I just played cool and took off my tudung and let everybody see my hair...I usually went in the morning when less people were around.

Anyway...

There was this sign in front of the door: for females only. So, I knew my modesty would be preserved. I went inside, and asked, "Lama ke kena tunggu?"

See...Pretended to be hurry because

- ada alasan tak nak cuci rambut

- wanted to avoid the traffic jam

I sat down...And she asked, "Nak potong macam mana?"

"Pendek," and I gestured the length I intended to go with:

or

This is just a regular shop. No consultation given. I didn't even flip the magazines to show her examples...

She quickly prepped me up, sprayed water, clipped my hair, grabbed her scissors, "Kak nak ikat?"

I said, "Tak."

Snap.

OMG.

Her version of short is different from mine! I guess she wasn't really paying attention when I showed her how short I wanted my hair to be. This is way too short!

I don't confront people lah, okay...I kan jenis senyap je...So, I tahan je lah dalam hati...I've tried short hair before and it doesn't look good on me.

Mother used to do short hair for me and I hated it. (My own pakcik neighbour had mistaken me as a boy when I was 8 years old!!!) I avoided the cut once I'm old enough to decide for myself.

And remember how I used to do a proper hair cut once a year as a university student?
So, one time, before I flew back to study, I decided to cut my hair really short (bob). I thought the result would be better if done by a professional...No.
To make matters worse, the place I was studying at was windy. So, I ended up with frizzy hair for the first few months, until it grew longer...

As pictured above, my hair is not exactly straight or curly.

Mula-mula potong, mestilah nampak okay, sebab dah kena blow and sikat rapi-rapi...

Demi memujuk hatiku...
Well, at least I'm wearing tudung now. And my inner will keep my hair from getting too frizzy...

Now, I look like this:

You think they are pretty?

Now, try to imagine and replace those pretty faces with an Asian face: small eyes, flat nose, thick lips, no sharp, pointy features present...

You still think that's pretty?

I'm actually waiting for my pregnancy check-up, it's only 10.15am and battery is already left to 69%.

All because of 1 client.

Contact orang sana sini.

I already prepared myself to do light duty only. But my boss came to me, and asked me to handle a big portion of the workload.
"Because Kim is new...She previously worked in other departments...Hash is taking care of that side...I need someone senior...I can't depend on Tini."

I half-heartedly agreed to take on the challenge, with a warning, "I'm not going to be around always. My appointment is getting more frequent!"

"Sure, sure..."

Then, my boss bothers me like today lah! She wants an email lah, call for an update lah...Manalah I tau, I'm not at work today. Tapi, I had to convey the message to the person in charge pulak.

Anyway...Saja je nak complaint...Hehe. I'm lazy to wash baby clothes...Can I just not wash them? My husband used to do it for me...Now, I know my maid will do, but...I nak kasih sayang I melekat dekat baju baju tu. (I know how ridiciulous this sounds) Tapi I malas. How?

I just finished from naik hantu because...

My maid threw away the Miu Miu pink box.

Now that I've calmed down...Did I overreact?

What would you do?

Orang yang pergi shopping dekat overseas, they don't even bring back the boxes, right? Kotak jeeeee...

Is it valuable to you?

I completely screamed at her for a good 15 minutes and just banned her from entering my room forever. Like, really, really exploded.

What annoys me the most is...She keeps my son's Lego box, but not my pretty pink box. Idiot.

Arghhh...Now, I am super mad again just thinking about it.

She kept saying that the box was empty.

Masalahnya, itu kotak handbag hantaran saya. It holds a sentimental value. Because that was the first designer handbag that my husband bought for me. And when I married him, he was not even rich, but he still got me a designer bag. I told him if he wanted to splurge for the wedding, splurge on my hantaran gifts. Hantaran I pun tak banyak. 5 dulang je. Satu designer watch, satu designer handbag. Yang lain tu, cheque hantaran/ cincin, telekung and sirih junjung/ kek.

I complained to my husband and he said he will buy me a new one. But it's not the same...I am not lusting over any Miu Miu bag now, I don't want my husband to buy one just so that I can get a new pink box.

I shouted like a crazy woman. She should use her common sense lah okay...Kotak tisu dia simpan, kotak yang cantik cantik dia pergi buang, hello, even if it was not Miu Miu, but with that kind of material, you can tell the box is little bit more expensive than a regular box, like RM20 ke...

What would you do if it happens to you? I mean, it is just one box, and it is just Miu Miu...I je yang jakun sangat...Kalau I ni memang orang kaya-kaya, mesti tak hairan pun, kan?

Apalah masalah hati rapuh I ni...
Lepas ni dah tak ada flight MAS KL-Amsterdam. I watched the video of the last flight departing, and I cried.
I don't know why I got so emotional. Perhaps it's because MAS/ MAB is no longer one of the best airlines in the world...

:(

Anyway, Mother was asking why do I need Clevamama 10 in 1 pillow. Why can't I just get a normal, cheaper nursing pillow.
Well, I anticipate that this child is going to be smaller. Like, less than 3kg in weight. Perut I kan kecik. The nurses always need to refer me to the doctor for the small tummy. The good thing about this pregnancy, so far, I don't have problem with hemorrhoids. Hurrahhh!!! When I was pregnant with Baby K, defecating was painful and bloody! So, that is another reason how I know that I am carrying less weight on me...

But, can't say too soon, eh...Who knows, this baby might decide to grow rapidly at the end of my pregnancy.

Ahhh...Back to Mother's question, yeah...Since it comes with a body/ head support too, I think it will be a good investment. Baby K was fine without all this support thing, I even swaddle him less than I was supposed to, because he was big and long...He was only 3 kg at birth, but to me, any Malaysian baby weighing more than 3kg and above at birth, is considered huge. Europeans average weight is more than 3.5kg though. Somehow, my friends who gave birth overseas meet their standards too. Besarnyaaaa...I wonder why...Is it the food? The weather?

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Right now, Baby K is 29 months old. Let me document a bit about his character:

- still calls me Gegurl  (-_____-")

- refuses to do his number two on the toilet bowl. Whenever he needs to go, he will ask for a diaper

- kuat berpeluh like his father

- and when he is sweaty, he would itch, especially when he's asleep

- whenever I'm around, he would wake up multiple times during his sleep. But, he's better when he sleeps with his grandmother, or when he sleeps with my husband and I'm already off to work. Why!!! Is it my scent?

- likes to tease his parents. Pretend play a lot

- he knows whenever I'm really mad at him. When this happens, he would be quiet and his face would change. He would not wail, but there would be tears rolling down his cheeks. He would cry quietly, just like me. This is the indication that he is truly sad and not pretending

- he doesn't like the naughty chair. The other day, I wanted to punish him, but this smart boy ran to his father instead. Ish...

- whenever he is truly sad, he would isolate himself. He would go into a room, having a strike. If I follow him, he would protest and ask me to wait outside. So, usually, I let him have his own sweet time, then only I come to pujuk

- I can't force him to do things he doesn't want to. Nak mandi? Pujuk with toys. Nak makan? Play with him. Nak tidur? He has to agree to switch off the lights. Dictation doesn't get him anywhere

- Likes to throw things. OMG! I seriously think he gets this from my husband's genes. What's your problem?!

- I do spank him. I spank his hands whenever he throws things on purpose. Especially food and books.

Okay lah. Tu je setakat ni...Banyak lagi sebenarnya, but I have other things to do.
Bye.

Although my due date is in March, I'm about 80% done with the things I need to prepare to welcome this baby. This is in terms of the things I want/ need to buy.

Other things that we already own are still in the state I used to live. So, once my husbands bring them back here, we will be ready.

My husband was supposed to bring them last week, but the only thing he brought back was the stupid playgym.

Me: You bawa ni je? Mana katil?
Husband: Katil pun nak juga ke? I ingatkan you nak ini je.
Me: Benda ni murah, dahlah mainan dia banyak dah hilang. Baik beli baru. Ni dah lunyai!

I tried not to lose my temper. I should have just thrown away the playgym. People give playgyms as gifts, I will receive one after I deliver. If I don't, I will buy one. We don't need a playgym for a newborn!

He came back without telling me, that's why I didn't give him the list.

Me: So, you balik bawa kereta ni sia-sia je lah.
Him: Ala, nanti I datang lagi.
Me: Kenapa you balik tak bagitau?
Him: Saja, nak surprise. I tak plan nak drive sebenarnya. I ingatkan nak naik flight. Tapi bila I keluarkan kereta nak pergi airport, I terus drive sampai sini.

He does this often. Memanglah best bila di surprise, but I already reminded him for so many times to tell me if he ever comes back with a car, because I need him to bring me things!

That night, he brought us to dinner. Before we arrived at the restaurant, he stopped for petrol.

Me: Aik, kenapa pakai Petron? (He usually uses Shell)
Him: Saja...I nak try minyak Blaze 100.
Me: Haa?
Him: Macam V-Power...RON 97...Tapi ni 100, paling latest punya. Haaa...Cuba you rasa, sedap kan?

Then it hit me- he came with the car secara spontan ni sebab nak try minyak! I know him, he would totally do something like this!

(-____-")

Because I'm pregnant and hormonal, I was hurt. My husband ni tak fikir ke pasal anak. There are so many things he could have brought back: the playpen, the baby mattress, the pillow set, the Fisher Price bouncer, the box where I put all my unused pantang items and my bengkung, the baby bathtub. Itu belum masuk kalau I minta he brings the loose, small items lagi, the baju, the mittens, the swaddles, all kept nicely in the baby drawer.

Geram gila I.

Even though he said he could bring them next time, I know it will be very tight. He will go abroad for 2 weeks soon. And he certainly could not come the week before that because he needs to attend a course. So, this weekend? Well, he will still be here! The week after he comes back? What if I already deliver at that time! How can I be at peace waiting for my delivery when I don't even know where my baby would be sleeping. Plus, kena buat laundry semua!

That's why lah I prepare early, because I don't want to mengangkut barang seorang diri.

I stress okay! So, now, I am on a strike, I don't care, I'm going silent sebab I memang tak puas hati. He doesn't even get what my concerns are, I pun malas nak explain, sebab nanti he would say that I nag too much. Tapi, my husband tu kan memang blur. Sampaikan when he talks to me, I have to tell him, "I don't want to talk to you." Kalau I diam je, memang dia takkan tak tahu pasal this cold war. Now that I already declare that I refuse to talk to him, I hope he makes up to me big time!

Eeee...I am mad at myself too because I don't know why I need to find the best bargain for something I really want. Tengoklah my husband tu, he spends so much, why must I kena fikir tentang pembaziran.

Haaa, nak senang, beli je semua set baru. Let us have double of everything. You don't want to bring them over, just buy me new ones! He would be happy to do it sebab tak menyusahkan dia, but I will end up rasa semak je...Like, why do I need two of this?

I spend so much time hunting for the best price, using vouchers that would give me the lowest value, I downloaded so many apps so that I can compare the prices. You think it's easy?

It is all worth it when your research becomes fruitful. For example, I got this new Clevamama 10 in 1 nursing pillow for RM250 only. The price from Mothercare is RM370. Asked a personal shopper in UK, she also quoted RM370. Online, it is roughly RM320. Found the cheapest at RM280, and negotiated for RM250. So happy! The seller said okay in the spirit of CNY katanya...First time I negotiate macam ni and buat COD- sebab takut kena tipu, why so cheap...

But, it is becoming exhausting. After some time, you will get used to the high price, in the end, you rasa macam, "Oohh...It's not that expensive...Beli je lah! Malas nak fikir..."

That's what happened to me. I ada terbeli this swaddle for RM200. Like, what the hell, one single swaddle for RM200! Special sangat ke? I was tempted by, "It gives you 2 hours extra sleep." My sleep is precious. Plus, I tell myself not to berkira dengan anak.

I'm so scared my daughter ni suka nangis and susah nak tidur. Because that's what I do in this pregnancy. Asyik menangis je, and having difficulties to fall asleep. Haishhh...

Just curious...You guys pakai set berpantang apa ha?

Well, I used the Tanamera set, but I did not finish the regime. Haha. I didn't have the discipline lah...I remember that I did not even enjoy the post natal massages...

Mother was not happy and just now, she even mentioned how I didn't take care of my body back then...

This time around, I hope I can stick to something simple, short course and minimal. Buat syarat je... Any recommendation?

Just before I went out for a quick shopping while Baby K was sleeping, Mother suggested me to take her to my aunt's house. She casually told me that my cousin, who used to be a stay-at-home mom, is now back to work.
"So, who is taking care of the children?" I asked.
"Her sister."
"Ohh...She has a maid now?"
"Agaknya lah. Sebab anak dia sendiri 2 orang. Lepas tu, tambah lagi 2 orang. Mestilah ada orang tolong."

"Kenapa kerja balik?" I asked. "Sebab ekonomi gawat ke?"
" Dia dah bercerailah..."

I didn't ask further about it. Malas nak masuk campur hal rumah tangga orang. Lagipun, I can't really be listening to rumours, unless it comes from my cousin herself.

Anyway, we knew her marriage was on the rocks. It was supposed to be hush hush thing, but it turned out my other cousin knew about it too. Aiyoo...

The thing is, why do people tend to blame the woman?

It happens that her, now ex-husband is a likeable person. He is friendly, quite good looking...
So, when my cousin got mad because he was texting another woman from work, many thought she was overreacting.

"Oohhh...Tak ada apalah...Ali tu kan baik...Rajin masak...Dia tu memang jenis peramah...Tu kawan kerja je tu...Biasalah kalau dengan kawan tempat kerja..."
"Ala...Masalahnya, Mimi tu tak kerja. Bila tak kerja, mudah rasa inferior. Banyak fikir bukan-bukan..."

Waahhh...Jadi housewife pulak dipersalahkan.

I mean, if there's really nothing, why did you lafaz cerai? Why can't you just pujuk her and give her the reassurance she needed?

Same goes to Fasha Sandha and her ex-husband. People keep saying, "It's karma."
Well, well, well...What about the guy?!!! He wanted her too, if not, why did he let Nora Danish go? What karma has fallen onto the guy, huh?

Oh, well, nak komen banyak-banyak pun tak boleh sebab tak tahu keadaan sebenar.

Right now, I'm worried for our future, the future of our country.
If Father was alive, he would've been devastated to see the current state we are in right now.

On Facebook, one of the products of Qu Puteh got banned. Most have uneducated comments.

I don't know lah whether Malaysia really has a lot of uneducated people, or, educated people simply just don't comment on anything that's outside of their knowledge.

These people haa...They really like to play the racial card, which I absolutely hate.
Like, "Biasalah...Nak jatuhkan perniagaan orang Melayu..."
"Melayu penuh dengan perasaan hasad dengki."

Oiii!!!

This has got nothing to do with Melayu atau tak. Kalau dah bahaya tu, bahaya je lah. Apa kena mengena dengan bangsa pula ni? Bila KKM buat kerja, you guys tak nak percaya. Bila jadi bahaya apa-apa kelak, you all akan salahkan KKM jugak.

You want to be racist? Be racist to your own race. It's a disease, you know. Malays like to put blames on others. Otak tu sempit sangat...

That's why I'm so upset when I found out there will be no government sponsorship to further studies.

Islam encourages us to berhijrah, belajar sampai ke negeri China, merantau mencari ilmu, don't be comfortable at one place. Do you know why? So, we can learn about other cultures, be more global, gain more knowledge and experiences.

Nanti, tinggallah rakyat-rakyat yang kolot macam ni.
Disclaimer: I'm not looking down at the local graduates at all, in fact, I, myself am currently pursuing my post grad studies in one of the local univeristies. It's just that, I feel that it's very important to expose ourselves to other environments- hence, grabbing whatever opportunities to explore the world.

It's different tau, going for a vacation and actually living and blending in with other people. Learning how it feels to be a minority in a foreign place for a change. Have people look down to you just because you are different, doing a dirty somewhat degrading job that people think only stupid people do it, when in fact you are actually a PhD student, for example.

Yes, you can learn all about this if you have good teachers. Besides, we have the Internet, information at the tip of the fingers. But, may I remind you:
- Experience is the best teacher of all.
- Information is not knowledge.

So, I am asking my husband to save up so we can provide the best education for our children.

Anyway, I may not able to convey what I'm really trying to say, but with this limited writing skills that I have, I hope people can understand the messages.

Do you know what I worry about?
About us, who think we are becoming more Islamic, pakai jubah dan hijab, ada private school Islam, pre-school pun Islamic with English medium, but in actual fact, kita ni semakin mundur tanpa disedari. Kita je perasan kita ni lagi bagus dari orang-orang zaman mak bapak, datuk moyang kita...Dulu-dulu, at least, they exchanged food with their neighbours, tapi zaman sekarang, we tend to question every single little thing. Ini tak halal, tu tak halal, ini halal tapi tak toyyiban, ini halal diragui walaupun dah ada cop halal, airlines ni airlines halal, nak naik keretapi halal...WTF!

Seriously, people...

Have you watched the latest video of Tun M and his wife singing?

I cried...

Because I don't know whether my husband and I would live that long...
I don't know whether we would still love each other that much at that age...
I don't know whether we are going to be together...

I hope so.

But with so many of marriage break-ups going on around us, I'm scared. I'm being paranoid again!

I never judge these people.
Kadang-kadang, sedih baca komen orang lain. Ada yang quote, "Kalau kita jaga hubungan dengan Allah, Allah akan jaga hubungan kita dengan manusia."
Although, it's true to a certain extent, but you cannot generalize lah...Ada je Ustadz Ustazah yang bercerai.

But, really, sometimes, I just imagine myself being in their shoes. Sedih nak mampus lah kan...Flashback to all the good times that my husband and I had together. Imagining things could go wrong soon...

My husband thinks I'm being ridiculous again and so malas to layan me...He was quiet the whole day.

Me: Apa komen you?
Husband: You tu mulalah nak merepek...Baik I diam je...
Me: You cakap you tak busy hari ni!
Husband: Hari ni kan hari Khamis...Khamis lah hari busy I...Kaki I pun dah bengkak ni...

See...Malas layan punya orang.
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I asked my husband what he wants for his birthday,

Dengan laju sekali dia reply, "I nak jam XXX. I dah survey dah. Harga dia RMXXX"

Me: You kan baru beli jam?
Husband: Tu jam mahal...Ni jam untuk pakai hari hari.
Me: Jam Tissot you mana? Hilang eh?
Husband: Ada...Tapi I lupa letak dekat mana...I dah cari dah, tak jumpa...
Me: Samalah tu! You tiru ayat I je...It's not missing, it's misplaced. Kenapa tipu I?
Husband: Tipu apa?
Me: You cakap, you exchange jam Oris dengan Tissot adik you. Sebenarnya, jam Oris tu pun hilang kan?
Husband: Tak hilang...I lupa letak dekat mana...Nanti mesti jumpa...
Me: Haaa! Cakaplah lupa! Kenapa tipu?
Husband: I tak nak you bising...
Me: Bisinglah! I beli jam tu mahal tau. You ni, tak appreciate langsung.
Husband: You pun pernah hilang jam Tissot you dekat masjid.
Me: Yang tu, murah je! Tu jam yang I beli sendiri. Dah! I taknak beli jam untuk you! Mahal! Lagipun you suka hilangkan!

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A few days ago, I asked him again.

Me: You taknak handphone ke?
Husband: Handphone yang I nak tu, tak keluar lagi...
Me: I belanja you beg lah!
Husband: Bag apa?
Me: Bag yang you dah beli tu...
Husband: Tapi I dah beli kan bag tu...I bayar cash.
Me: Ye lah, I bayarlah balik.
Husband: Hahahaha. Mana boleh macam tu!
Me: Kita celebrate tidur hotel, nak?
Husband: I takde lah masa tu...Kan I kena fly sehari sebelum birthday I...

So, yeah...My husband will leave this heavily pregnant mother for 2 weeks, 2 weeks before my due date.
(T___T)

Me: Kalau I bersalin awal, macam mana?
Husband: Tak lah...Nanti I doa banyak-banyak.
Me: Nanti, orang ingat I ni single mother. Kasihan...
Husband: Sempatlah...I pergi 12 hari je...Lagipun Baby K lewat kan...
Me: Itu first pregnancy! Sekarang ni dah second pregnancy. Dah longgar.
Husband: So, you nak I cancel ke? Nak I awalkan sikit trip tu?
Me: Tak payahlah...Tak apa...Okay kot...

I kan memang jenis independent woman like that.

Tomorrow I need to make sure everything is ready. Because I don't think I will shop when my husband is away. Siapa nak angkat barang?

And, I still don't know what to get for his birthday.
All I know is, I'm going to use that hotel voucher that I won. Apparently, it comes with a butler.

Wow, a butler! What shall I order him to do? Then, it came to my mind. Yes, I will ask him to decorate the room for a mini birthday celebration. Won't that be enough? It is special, right?

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Me: Abang, ada budak ni kan, masa dia pregnant, husband dia bawa pergi Korea! Just to cheer her up.
Husband: Laaa...Kan I dah bawa you pergi Sabah...
Me: Itu Sabah! Lagipun, I yang bawa you pergi Sabah! You bawa body je kot...
Husband: Hahahaha! Tapi you memang pandai buat planning ni semua. I mana tahu...
Me: *Rolls eyes*

Planning a trip is a headache when noone is helping, okay. Especially when I have to take into considerations his interests and my son's interests, trying to make it suitable for everyone to enjoy.

I am happy to do it, but not happy to do it at the same time. Haha. I know if I let somebody else do it, it won't be perfect and I would find many faults. Tapi, it consumes so much of my time and energy, last-last I yang stress,,,

It's complicated. Haha.

Oh, my God...Berpinar biji mata study pasal stroller. Can't believe I'm doing this even with my second baby.

I thought of passing my son's stroller to his sister, so I could buy a new stroller for my son, which doesn't really require to have all the 'newborn and upwards' features...But, my husband doesn't think my son would give up his stroller for his baby sister. Plus, he thinks every baby deserves brand new items...

So, I am back to researching for the perfect stroller. Nothing is perfect lah okay...My choice would be perfect if it's cheap and is a free standing stroller when folded. They are those features in other strollers, but you have to attach the car seat to the stroller if you want to use it from newborn. Meh, defeats the purpose of being lightweight and compact in the first place, like, duh!

Anyway, I have finally found where to buy the Puj Flyte and also, accepted the fact that it's something I am willing to splurge on...Made price comparisons and put it in my wishlist. 3 days later, it's gone and I will probably have to resort to the more expensive one.

What the hell! Who is stealing my Puj! Stress aku...

Anyway, I felt like my firstborn was fasting today. He refused to eat or drink, even his favourite food. I knew he was dry because he went to pee once only. He kept suckling me, like he was a baby again. Attach je di situ sampai tertidur-tidur. That's when I felt his body was warmer than usual. No wonder he lost his appetite and didn't request to go out to play. Tapi tak ada pulak batuk, selsema, muntah, cirit birit, sakit perut...Kesian dia...

Last-last I beli bubur ayam McD for dinner. He finished that. And before he went to sleep, he finally had his first milk of the day before his bedtime. I hope he will get better tomorrow.

Good night...