It's Showtime!

the silliest ting happened to me yesterday...

after work, i went to TTSH to visit my aunt who had a mild stroke. my parent and pwincess came later. my Mak Teh and Pak Teh came as well. after a while at the hospital, we decided to make a move to Toa Payoh to have dinner. my mum n mak teh were elated cos they didnt cook at home.

so we made our move out of the carpark. i was in dad's car that was ahead of pak teh's car. when we came out of the carpark gantry, we stopped at the side waiting for pak teh. after a few minutes of waiting, pak teh's car was nowhere in sight. when we called, apparently there was some problem with the gantry he was at.

so being the angel niece, i walked in the drizzle rain to help out. i walked up the slight hill and i saw pak teh's car still at the gantry. as i walked up, pak teh's car managed to move out and he drove down the hill. he didn't see me cos i was waering all black and it was drizzling, so vision was not so clear.

seeing that he was already driving down, i turned back and walked towards where dad was waiting for pak teh.

now, this is the best part..

upon seeing pak teh's car, he drove off. pak teh diligently followed dad cos he didnt know the way. n guess where i was?

still walking in the drizzle, waving my hands frantically hoping and praying that they will stop and realise that im not there!

i searched my pockets, erk! no hp! *slap forehead*

hp in bag, bag in car, car? where car?! argh!!!

desperate for help [not desperate housewife k].. i approached an indian lady who was waiting by the roadside to cross the road..

me: excuse me, sorry but can i borrow ur hp?
then this lady looked at me like im some lost foreigner..
lady: call wer?
me: im calling home. dun worry im singaporean.
i just had to say that cos she looks so wary of me mayb tinking dat im gonna call mongolia and blast her hp bills! she them passed me her hp and as i was dialling dad's hp number, i heard a 'huh!'
eh! pakkal lah i was indebted to her for lending me her hp.. she tink wat? drama mama is it? want to huh huh all.. basket! after talking to mum, i thanked the lady (of cos i had to be polite) then walked off.

wen dad finally came [and that was after 10 minutes of sheer boredom hor!], wat i saw was mum laffing at me! wahlau! wat a greeting..

then mum said dad tot i was with pak teh in his car, and pak teh tot i was still in teh car with dad.

yah yah.. u tot i tot, who confirm? *roll eyes*

well, lesson learnt yet again.
moral of story:

handphone.. dun leave car without it.

updates by BiG MoMMa at 14:16 | Permalink | Comments

got this from sumone's blog [puteraadi.blogspot.com]..
good piece..
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Dengan nama Allah,
Yang Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang.

Ya Allah...
Seandainya telah Engkau catatkan,
Dia milikku tercipta buatku,
Satukanlah hatinya dengan hatiku,
Titipkanlah kebahagiaan antara kami,
Agar kemesraan itu abadi...

Ya Allah...
Ya Tuhanku yang Maha Mengasihi,
Seiringkanlah kami melayari hidup ini,
Ketepian yang sejahtera dan abadi,
Maka jodohkanlah kami...

Tetapi Ya Allah...
Seandainya telah Engkau takdirkan,
Dia bukan milikku,
Bawalah dia jauh dari pandanganku,
Luputkanlah dia dari ingatanku,
Dan peliharalah aku dari kekecewaan...

Ya Allah ya Tuhanku yang Maha Mengerti...
Berikanlah aku kekuatan,
Menolak bayangannya jauh ke dada langit,
Hilang bersama senja yang merah,
Agar ku sentiasa tenang,
Walaupun tanpa bersama dengannya...

Ya Allah yang tercinta...
Pasrahkanlah aku dengan takdirMu,
Sesungguhnya apa yang telah Engkau Takdirkan,
Adalah yang terbaik untukku,
Sesungguhnya Engkau Maha Mengetahui,
Segala yang terbaik buat hamba Mu ini...

Ya Allah...
Cukupkanlah Engkau sahaja yang menjadi pemeliharaku,
Di dunia dan di akhirat,
Dengarlah rintihan dari hamba Mu yang daif ini,
Janganlah Engkau biarkan aku bersendirian,
Di dunia ini mahupun di akhirat,
Menjuruskan aku ke arah kemaksiatan dan kemungkaran,
Maka kurniakanlah aku seorang pasangan yang beriman,
Agar aku dan dia sama sama dapat membina kesejahteraan hidup,
Ke jalan yang Engkau redhai,
Dan kurniakanlah padaku keturunan yang soleh dan solehah...

Ya Allah...
Berilah kami kebahagiaan di dunia dan kebahagiaan di akhirat,
Dan peliharalah kami dari azab api neraka..
AMIN...

YaRabbal'aalamiin...

updates by BiG MoMMa at 14:21 | Permalink | Comments

like wat monyotmommy say abt how we can actually tolerate being in this shithole is true. we have each other's antics to entertain and laff at.. hehe..
from the so so so newbie to the operator to the gigola [a.k.a auntie killer]...

from the description that monyotmommy has abt the so so so guy, they have long tolerated him. she always get super duper irritated by him, cos she's the nearest seat to him. one thing abt this guy is that he NEVER follow instructions properly. when we ask him to correct his mistakes, he will start defending himself. i mean, y would u defend urself when ur mistakes are so clear??

anyway monyotmommy got so pissed today, only to receive an advice from katak -

<< bila aku suruh dia make the changes, dia senyap jer.kalau dia cakap lagi, kau terus buat mcm gini:

"So so so Willy so so so just do as I say so so so No error will generate so so so Aaron and so so so Din so so so will not KILL you if you don't stop with your so so so so" >>

heh!

i pity monyotmommy cos she got to really practise tolerance with our colleagues.. u c, our team should NOT have anyone who just answer calls and pass msg like an operator does, but one of our kolig, J does that. this is monyotmommy's reaction when J does her operator job on her.

<<Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee darah aku dah menyirap, mengoren, mengordial, mengejus apa lagi ntah ...

SHE COULD HAVE JUST ASKED THE USER WAT SHE WANT!!!!

*(&#(@^*& ^$)#@^$**@&)(#*_@()&$(*@$&*^#$&*^)&#$^(#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!>>

hehe! ada ke patut menyirap, mengejus smua kluar? tak pernah aku dgr sak! klasik!
*clap clap clap* hahaha

as for me, i had to tolerate with a user who probably has a fetish for the name Lina.

>me: wat's ur userID?
>user: GPATSC lina.
>me: mr teo sxxx cxxxx?
>user: yes lina.
>me: wats wrg mr teo?
>user: i cannot log in lina. my account locked out lina.
>me: ok let me unlock for u
>user: ok lina. thank u lina.
>me: ok mr teo account unlocked already
>user: ok lina. thank u so much lina.

i bet he loves the name LINA to the max sak..


so its not so bad after all, right? with all the different encounters we have everyday, it aint so bad.. we just have to keep entertaining each other..dats all.

hope the day when we start shooting at each other for the users' stupidity wont come. EVER.

updates by BiG MoMMa at 14:31 | Permalink | Comments

I have a certain level of passion for my shoes. Tho i dun really shop alot for shoes, those that i have are most treasurable. u see, i used to love shopping for footwear, be it sandals, shoes, heels etc, u name it i may just have it. i love shoes that are comfortable, if the outlook of the shoes are nice, then it'll be a
plus point. overall, comfort is the main priority for me. i may have many pairs, BUT i will always prefer my Teva sandals. too bad office dun allow them tho. they are most comfortable and have berjasa to me for the past many years, even before i was married. it has been to bali even. they have never given me scars, blisters or pains while i was wearing them. at times, i do put them away to try out other sandals, but i keep choosing Teva sandals over the others,cos im so used to its comfort.

come to think of it, life's kinda like dat too..

when u r comfortable with that someone and have been together for quite some time, u tend to go back to him/her when u are apart. it is slightly different for human, cos sometimes we dun take that long to get comfy with the other party. and also being human, we tend to sway our tastebuds. u know, we tend to 'itch' to get to know
someone else, same like we itch to buy a new pair of shoes that's on display, dats calling out for u 'buy me.. buy me..' when we do buy them n try them out, they hurt us, give us blisters and scars. only when we are hurt by the new party, only then we realise that 'hey... this is nvr the same as so-n-so...' and this is when we start
missing him/her. u know like wat pple say, u only know how precious that person is to u when he'she is gone.. some pple get to go back to whom they are comfy with.. but some just dun have the opportunity to do so.

another group of pple's mentality is different.
its like they have a pair of Louis Vuitton leather shoes that are oh so expensive and in-trend.they will keep the shoes,wearing them once in a while, only to the shoes on display after dat. when pple talk about having expensive pairs of shoes, they boast abt theirs as well. these pple treat their partners like trophies on
display.only when needed,will they talk about their partners.other than that,they'l act as if it's nothing to talk abt.

well, like wat i always say, each to his/her own. always do what u deem fit and dun bother others. i have always believed that in order for you to understand a situation,u have to go thru it urself.only then will u be able to share your
experience with others.that is y at times, when my Ds are in some problems/dilemma,i am unable to emphatise cos i nvr went thru such situations before.i tink my Ds are so used to me saying 'try...try..' that's the best i can say. n of cos, give them the moral and emotional support as much as possible.at times, i just cant resist
but to blast at them lah..but they know me n how i am.. so its ok. i dun do this to any tom,dick or harry.only to those close to me.if u aint close to me,y should i even bother abt u. heh!

love me or hate me.. hark!

the other kinda group of pple are those who ard telling the whole world abt their misery/happiness.its like u just bought this damn new Nike shoes that are just out,and u go around telling everyone that u got them. then when u found out that urs a fake pair, u go all so quiet cos of shame.sheesh! get a grip! always remember, there's always someone who will be better than you.. and also, there's always
someone who's leading a life far less than yours.
either way, u got to be thankful to what u have.

marriage and motherhood has changed the way i tink and how i percieve life. im glad (
alhamdulillah) that im surrounded by those who love and care for me. if i was to retain the way i tink like how it was 6 yrs back, i dun tink im even qualified to called a wife or a momma.i mean, how can u raise a child when u urself is still a child?

everyday's a learning process..
there's always something new u learn..

so what have u learnt today?

updates by BiG MoMMa at 10:40 | Permalink | Comments

yes! the truth is finally out..
after much persuasion and digging and pushing, i have managed to get the real reason behind my sudden 'separation' from the team..

apparently the Big Bitch found me to be a threat to her standing in the team as i was daring to bypass her and not giving her face.
she saw me as a bad example to the team thus the ousting..

sheesh..
wat a loserr..
so scared for wat rite?
if u had done nothing wrong, then u got nothing to be afraid of right?
sheesh!
*roll eyes*

so IT IS TRUE lah..
she was threatened by my very existance in the team..
she knows im able to defy her and stand for my rights..
thus the plan to remove me from the team..

well, its ok, she's gone now.
GOOD RIDDANCE TO U!! hark!

now im contented.. the truth is finally out after 7 months of doubts & questions & dilemma & everything under the sun that is related to this lah..

updates by BiG MoMMa at 00:13 | Permalink | Comments

today's ongoings in momma's tech support team..
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Tech. Support A:
siallah!! this blardy CLERK asking me y is there a need for a script in the server? whats the purpose of the script? can she have blacknwhite on why script was implemented..
nabeh.. padahal problem dah takda sak!
darah naik!

Tech. Support B:
bilang dia, dia pun ada routine script kat umah per.
atas katil, isap.telan.mandi.tidur. besok pagi, gi kerja balik.

hehe.. go figure the actual meaning of that reply k..

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Tech. Support Lead:
FYI....
SM wants me to inform everyone, including myself... that lunch should be strictly 1 hour only. Cannot be a minute more than an hour...
She will discipline those who do not comply.....

Tech. Support B:
army regimentation already lar

Tech. Support A:
maybe we should install bells to indicate time for recess and end of recess..

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so tell me, should i be pissed or should i be pissed?
grrr...
lucky for me, the team is much better now..
worth helping out..
and with the crazy koligs im working with, at times, come to think of it, its really worth the amount of sins i have for cursing and swearing at work everyday..
heh...

so, tech support in my team, anyone?

updates by BiG MoMMa at 16:03 | Permalink | Comments

pwincess' bedtime is at 10 or slightly later, depending on her mood. then it'l be feeding time at about 2plus or 3plus in the morning then the next one will be about 5plus or 6plus.
momma's body clock has got so used to those timing, that when princess enjoys a nite with nenek and atok on every sunday, i'll wake up at those timing on my own.

n even when pwincess does not wake up for her feed at 3plus, then momma's gonna be the bad guy to disturb her deep slumber and force in the teat into her oh-so-cute mouth.
but hey, she wont cry lah. she's just suck on the milk with her eyes still shut.

so young, yet already practising 'Sambil tidur, minum susu'... hehe..

neway forgot to mention, weighed her when we went for her jab last sunday. guess wat's her weight...

5.5kg lah! and she's only 2 months.
im not too sure if it sounds heavy to u, but it sure does to me.
kalau berat mata membaca, lagi berat tangan mendukung..

nenek and momma always have this ache on our arms after carrying her. semangat.. alhamdulillah sihat anak aku..

like baba said, Biar smangat, jgn KOOSMANGAT!

updates by BiG MoMMa at 10:06 | Permalink | Comments

Today is 14th February.. most pple will know it as Valentine's Day..

I dun celebrate this Valentine day thingy..
as most of the pple would say, why wait for 14th Feb to shower ur love with flowers etc?
u can always do it every other day or even everyday..
its always the thought that counts, not the date.

anyway, the date brings back old memories.
normally i dun recall such stuffs.. but this i got to write...

2 years ago, i spent the 14th of Feb in a hotel..
please dont get me wrong. I DIDNT get laid there k..
I was there with my then-beau..
he kinda like suprised me by bringing me to dinner there.
it was more to a function held specially for Valentine's Day/ Hari Kekasih.

As per norm, we weren't there alone.
His friends and their gerlfrens were there as well.
So pls, dun tink its romantic.
It was more to like another dinner together, of cos with his friends along.
Only diff, this time dinner was more high-class.

It was nice.. I appreciated it.
That the first and last V Day dinner I ever had.

The relationship was never meant to be.
It hurts to talk about it still, not that i've nvr got over him.
I have.. really.. just that the relationship was tormenting to me, my mind, my heart.
BUT it was a good experience.
I learnt about alot of things in life and most importantly, about myself.

No one knnows the truth and the whole truth about this relationship of mine, except for my bestfren.
She knows the ins and outs, the cries, the laughters, the confusions, the angst about that path of my life then.

I cried alot for this relationship...
I tolerated alot too...
i was patient, damn patient..
I dunno why but i was..
pple who knew me will never believe that i waited so long and how patient i was..
i proved them wrong..

well, that was in the past.

it's just a V day memory worth recalling. =)

and since only u selected pple are reading these, i just feel like saying this
'I LOVE U GUYS'

and to those mending your broken hearts, remember these 'if u or the one who broke ur heart dun sayang u no more, i do...'

updates by BiG MoMMa at 22:38 | Permalink | Comments

pwincess was brave during the jab..
no cries, no wails, just smiles and giggles..

mama was of cos happy lah.. her pwincess was brave so, treated her with loads of pamperings and hugs and kisses..

come the next day, she started wailing..
she cried as if like she was beaten very badly..
she refuses to drink up her milk until she's satisfied wailing and crying.
n u know wat? NO TEARS lah!
iskh.. nangis manja..
when nenek held her, she wailed.
when baba held her, she wailed.
when mama held her, she stopped. looked at her favourite thing - the living room fan.
*slaps forehead*

then she started smiling and laughing then she wanted to be carried and prompted mama to walk around. so mama did just dat lah.. walked around the living room.

so who says mummies can't lose weight without going for exercises?
carrying the baby will build up ur arm muscles..
carrying the baby and walking around the house will build up ur arm n leg muscles..
oh yah one more thing.. u can actually bring out ur singing talent as u try to lull ur baby to sleep.. hehe..

p.s: n NO! i dun sing the song that u ALWAYS sing to me, katak!

updates by BiG MoMMa at 11:23 | Permalink | Comments

Incident 1:
2 cabs were called. one for the cumi-cumi and the 2 sotongs, and the other for the gorgeous ladies.
Cab A arrived 1st for the cumi-cumi and gang, but they had to be late thus causing the cab driver to leave without them.
Cab B came along and cumi-cumi and his gang conveniently took the cab that was meant for the ladies.
Due to that, the ladies were stranded waiting for a cab for more than an hour.
Upon reaching the same destination as the cumi-cumi and 2 sotongs, cumi-cumi said 'Asal korang lambat ah?'
P.S to Cumi-Cumi: u ought to be placed in a jar and made into pickles and exported to Nepal.

Incident 2:
One glance to the left... 'Oh its Mr K'...
Next glance to the right... 'Oh its Mr Sissy'...
Looked down at Mr Sissy.. oh socks... eh wait! wats that print on the socks?
looks like a cat.. hmm.. strained eyes to confirm.. confirm..
Sissy with Pussy on socks..

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Went to fetch PIL early in the morning as they wanted to accompany us. Pwincess was getting her jab and i was thanking GOd for letting them follow.
Why? Cos at least my MIL could hold Pwincess when the doc jabs her.
U see, i became weak-hearted whenever Pwincess got to go under the needle.
Even when we sent her for sunat, Mom was the one who held her, not me..
MIL teased me of being hopeless when it comes to this kinda things. Well, i dun care lah. I just cant bear to see her being poked etc..

Amazingly, Pwincess didn't cry.. not a single bit.. So proud of her.
In fact, she was smiling and goo-gaa-gaa-ing most the time..

Next appointment's gonna b in 2mth's time.. n NO! im still not gonna hold her when she gets her jab. Baba's gonna have the honours. hehe...

updates by BiG MoMMa at 15:26 | Permalink | Comments

well...

have decided to have a new beginning.. afterall i have numerous new beginnings that happened in life..

but that can be said later..

first n foremost, i welcome myself back to the blogging world..

so peeps, IM BAAAACCCKKK!!!

updates by BiG MoMMa at 13:43 | Permalink | Comments