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Saturday, February 5th, 2005

Subject: I'm not dead Time: 11:06 pm.

Long, long time. Here I am, on a weekend, without my hubby. I'm still getting used to it, since he worked shifts before, but still...not the same. So here I am, waiting for his return, bored to death. Baby sleeping. Cats minding their own business. So what did I do? I took a pic of the pc's desk corner, coz I'm bored. Ok, I mentioned that already. See.... Life been fun, but I'm counting down till December. There's when I get my big fat BONUS. YAHOO! Then I will buy a new phone. I hate this Ericsson T630. The pics not clear. I exchanged it with my husband. I still prefer my Nokia 6600 but not a picture person, I agreed with the barter trade. Mom and sis in Bali. Must be fun. My daughter knows how to coo and ahh and scream at the top of her lungs, esp when she's sleepy but she dunno how to relax yet. No crying though. Such a lovely, talkative, singing girl. Last but not least, attached a pic of my daughter, such a happy camper.

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Subject: Evolution Time: 11:56 am. Mood: crappy.

This morning, a girl, a whiny girl la, really turn me off. Now, I can't get her voice out of my head. I was buying bread @ this lil' shop at Tanjong Pagar MRT station. The one that alawys have a queue in the morning. nEwayS, this couple, was choosing curry puff and distracting the morning ritual of lots of ppl going to the office. Office people, all revolve in a schedule wat. hehehehee. No offence but think abt it. Dunno why today always go off track. Back to the story. Curry puff? What is there to be fussy about. Some more it's food. You eat, later in the day, it turn to shit, right? Then the girl was talking loudly in this voice like Fran Drescher's The Nanny. It's true, I swear. And with not enuff sleep, and that kind of high pitch voice, cause me an instant major headache. She was whining all the way abt why the bf din buy sardines curry puff, but egg and potato instead. That the bf shld drink milk and sardine is fish, and is good for the brain. DUH! It's canned food and curry puff, fried. What so healthy abt that? Brain food some more! What a joke. Another thing that I notice, was that while the girl was whining, nagging away at the same time, the bf was engrossed with the cover on the new issue of CLEO (must check out wat's on the cover) and seem to ignore the girl. Can't stand this type of couple. Boyfren act cool, Gf act cute. In a way, they are actually so engrossed in themselves so y bother being a couple. Then, it struck me. If that person irritates u in any way watsoever, anything he/she do will also make u disgusted. Why am i talking abt other ppl here? Am I'm really turning to a typical kaypoh makcik? hehehehehee Oh no! I'm evolving!

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Subject: Von Dutch Caps! Time: 1:38 pm. Mood: full.

One for me! One for my hubby! Actually, 2 for me. Can't decide. hmm.... This look sweet This one look more for me. A young mom! This is for hubby. Maybe ask him to choose la. Better Should I get it? hmmm.....

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Subject: At last! Time: 1:43 pm.

My hubby bought me a camera phone recently. Actually, I wanted a camera phone, but did not specifcally say which one. Then my hubbie said that since my tummy is getting bigger, it'll be easier for me to have a phone, just in case. Since, I always bother him to get a digicam for that moments when the baby arrived, I thought maybe I would just buy a phone with a camera. Kill 2 birds with 1 stone. So finally, I can introduced my babies, the cats, with pictures. hahahaa This is Baby, Just gave birth to 5 kittens December last year. Look @ dat sexy eyes. Timid but love to kiss me. Next is Wiwit, father of the kittens. Ard 9ish at night, he will make noise on my bed, calling me to sleep. Such cuteness! TunTun! Only 8 mths old but the fattest among all cats. He's a persian mixed and the nottiest of the lot. Then come the kittens, born 15 Dec 2003. Given away 3, so left Hitler and Missy. And I've added new pics at my yahoo photos under folder Sakura. Check it out! Dinner with hubbie, Rose & Yan. Chilli Crab nite. Too bad, I hate seafood, but still have so much fun though.

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Subject: It's been almost a month! Time: 1:57 pm. Mood: content. Music: All My Life- KC & Jojo.

That's how long I have not write. I'm too busy with work. I'm stressing out here. Trying to finish my work before my maternity leave. Oh yah, 7 mths pregnant! Baby kicking too much. It's a mixture of pain and ticklish but I know, it's the only tme, I can spent 24-7 with my daughter. Daughter, I really hope so. Picture me and her, walking around, wearing jeans and spaggeti tops, both of us. If she have curly hair, stay that way. It she have straight hair like her Daddy, I'm going to rebond mine. Me,as a young mom. So looking forward. We gonna go shopping, cycling, picnicing, reading. Oh, so fun will be the future. My hubby already got plans for her. Every night, calling her, my baby girl and she'll kick. She love her daddy eventhg she's not here yet. I can feel it. She gonna be Daddy's girl. Still, here I am, still stressing about work. All the assets, all the well-being of the occupants in the office. I am the keeper of this office. Everything is at my fingertips. Almost everybody knows me here. Some ppl in the bldg too. They know my name but I don't know theirs. So there's no friendship but who cares. I'm going to be a mommy!! Picture taken when we were hanging around my house. Me, hubbie, Yati, Rose, Yan (Rose's bf) Somemore picture can be seen at http://photos.yahoo.com/inadey under photo album 18 Feb. What I think about the long maternity leave? I don't give a damn. All these babies means dollar sign for the govt. They dun truly care abt whether we are reproducing or not. More Babies = More Manpower = More Money. The flood in s'pore. I wish I can play in it. Splashing water around. Could be fun. Anyway, am I the only one here who's not cold? I'm so hot, sweating, especially when I'm sleeping. Must be the pregnancy. My fren giving birth anytime soon. She's going to have a boy. Anyway, must get to work now. Craving for Ice Jelly Cocktail. ~Drools~ Let's just randomly choose a mood. Gonna close my eyes and click. My baby love to Tupac too. She kick the most when she hear Tupac. So cute.

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Subject: 1 Left, 4 more to go. Time: 11:44 am. Mood: sad.

10.17am As you guys know, my cat gave birth to 5 kittens, 3 males and 2 females, so adorable. Everyday, when I go home, I don't need to watch TV. Just watching those kittens, running around, jumping here and there, make me relaxed, laughing at them. They are now 7 weeks old. Yesterday, however, I have to give away 1 of the kittens. Actually, I want to give away all the kittens except for one, who looked like Bulan, the cat that I had and loved, who jumped down from the 12storey. We call that kitten Missy and she's the exact replica of Bulan, only that she's a female and Bulan a male. Let me list down the name of the kittens, by the order of their birth. 1. Moley- Male, has a marking like a mole beside his nose, so we named him Moley, inspired by the movie, Austin Power. Moley! Moley! Moley! He have the marking 8 on its back and I think he's special because he have some sort like henna design on his tummy. I never seen any cat with that kind of marking on its tummy. Have a long tail, with a kink at the end 2. Hitler- Female. I know Hitler is a guy name but this kitten's nose is black, like a moustache and she remind us of Hitler. She look like she wear a black helmet and she have a long straight tail, with a white body. Her face look like a very cute dog and she's the most active, when it come to climbing. 3. Wolfie- Male. He's the exact replica of his mom. He look like Sylvester the cat and seem to wear sock on his feet. He have this pitiful face, with very sad eyes, but when he run, he run like the wind. He's very obedient and his face is like an angel! 4. Missy- Female. My hubbie adore her. The leader of the pack, very naughty but very friendly with human, if u call biting toes as friendly because she does that a lot. I think she's the cleverest of the lot. hehehee 5. Pak Haji- Male. He wear this songkok like those ppl who have been to Haj and has a goatee, hence the name. He's the last to be born and he's a bit goondoo. He have this alien face and his tail is short. He is actually very adorable but he like to poop everywhere. He like to play with ping pong ball. You give him a ball, he'll be occupied for hours. Even talking abt the kittens, make me smile. I smiling while typing. I, myself look like a goon. hehehee. Anyways, we know we can't afford to have 8 cats, including the other pets with have at home, so we have no choice but to give the kittens away. Then, yesterday, a guy, my mom-in-law introduced took a kitten away. He took Moley, put it in a paperbag. I heard him cried out. I feel like crying. Baby, the mom cat, looked at me. Gave me a 'mew' with her sad eyes. At that moment, I just want to break down. I tell myself, it's for the best and isolate myself. Then I went to sleep early. I'm still sad today. I'm the one who feed them, clean them, play with them. I told myself, when they were born that I won't get attached to them but I just can't help it. They are also part of the family. Now, I need help to find someone to adopt the kittens. It's better if I have my heart broken sooner than later. So, if anybody out there, reading this, want an adorable kitten, or you have a friend, who want kittens, please leave me a msg. The kittens are of mix breed. Persian and tabby. What I most regret is not to take a picture of Moley for keepsakes. Now, I just have to wonder what happen to the kitten that I gave away. Sorry Moley, wherever you are.

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Subject: Ambitions and Goals Time: 2:35 pm. Mood: sleepy.

12.39pm It's lunch time and I haven't had my lunch. Since I'm the guard of the office, I can't leave untill I appointed someone to take over my duty and since it's Monday, everybody is hungry so they are taking their time buying food. Here I am again, avoiding work, acting busy, while waiting for someone to come back. I think sometimes I'm just too nice. Can't say no, here I am pregnant, got 2 mouths to feed, and here I am, the last to go for lunch because of the stupid security system. Yeah! yeah! I know I'm working in PMO but I never get to see the big boss what. He's not here so why worry. Sometimes, it's so hard to have so much responsibilities and not getting appreciated. So demoralizing but then, I can't bring myself to say no cause I assume, ppl see me as a disadvantage because I'm pregnant and I have to work hard to prove them wrong. I still want a govt job. I love being a civil servant, working in an office. I can't go out there and be in the service line AGAIN. I hated service line. No more services! hehehee Had Mee Rebus for lunch and forgot that I've written halfway. I was here in the first place to tell myself not to continue with this sobbies story abt myself. It's depressing to read what I've wrote. Futhermore, it had a tinge of racism in it, and I dun want to develop myself into one. So no story on Singapore Idol. No story abt me malay, u chinese, indian, eurasian, alien. We all live in Singapore, playing the Survivor game. We have to outwit, outplay and outlast to be the winner. Of coz, we don't win the million dollars but we will be better for ourselves and isn't that a winning quality already? Another thing before I forgot, I now have 2 louhans. The original one is called Mimi and I named this one Jasper, like in PCK, hehehee. I'm now living in Yishun Central! Yay! New House! Used to living in a small house, now that I've moved to a bigger house, I always out of breath when I've finished cleaning the house. The bigger the house, the more chores I have. I think I don't want to move to a more bigger apartment. My main goal now is to save up and make my house into an Ikea Studio! 3 yrs from now, ppl will come in and say Wow! So Ikea!hehehee. Daydreaming while at work. So sinful! Me and my hubbie have another goal. Once he finished his apprenticeship with a much higher pay, I would start studying. By that time, I think everything will be stable. More adaptable to the new house, maybe. If I can live luxuriously in a 2 room flat, I have confidence, we will also survive with this new house. It's not easy having a home. That's not my goal though, once me and my hubby have diploma, we want to migrate to New Zealand so that my baby will have a better living conditions. Not so stressed up with the living conditions in Singapore. Futhermore, education is free there. Then when life is much more relaxed, I will start taking my degree from there. It's a dream, an ambition. Never had long term goal as far as that. Just hope it will come true eventhough there's obstacles. I know I have no problems with my family. I have a father whose not there. A mom who never there and also a sister who, I know can take care of her own. It's my hubbie's family that I'm more worried. They are such nice ppl. It'll be hard to leave them so this goal is still in brainstorming process. From experiences, I know that even how well-planned a thing is, there's always sumting that ruined it. I can't remeber having things to go my way. I think never. Maybe that's y, I'm brainwashed and find it difficult to say No. Sigh~ Back to work for me.

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Subject: Monkey Here and There Time: 5:39 pm. Mood: cold.

2.38pm This year is the year of the monkey, so my baby going to be born in the year of the monkey. I am born in the year of the monkey, so was my dad. We would be the Monkey family, but I'm not in talking term with my Dad. So just me and my baby, we going to be the cheeky monkeys! hehehee Come to think of it, it's been more than a year since I've talked to my Dad, eversince on my wedding day. Now, dilemma, should I tell my baby I have a father? hmm....when the time comes, then I'll think abt it la. I can't bring myself to tell my baby that she has a grandpa, when her grandpa's wife cursed me. May your baby be born retarded! That's what she said, that evil stepmother! Hate her to the core. The weather have been cold! cold! cold! Was late this morning. Maybe because of the weather, make me take my time to dress up, feed the cats, etc. So boring @ work. All my colleagues sitting around me are on leave. Left me alone. Then my email frens, Yati and Rose also not at work today. They always fill up my loneliness with the jokes and the criticism by the email. So I will look busy but I'm not. hehehee Before I went for my CNY holidays, I was very2 angry at what my colleagues said but the 4 days of being sian make me more relaxed now. On Tuesday, one of them, let's call her A, was muttering to herself loudly, saying that if the malays are entitled to halfday on the eves of hari rayas, why should they go back on CNY eve? I rebutted and said that looking at the situatuion now, with me being the only malay, do u want me to stay and do wat in the office all alone? Then she keep on nagging, and being me, couldn't care less, I just left. She's not paying me to work wat! She want to make noise, then go ahead. So when I go home, the story continued. Being a blurance that she is, (talking abt my partner in crime), she asked what's going on because she din see my usually happy smile when I wanna go home. So another colleague, let's call her B, told her abt what A was angey about and B agreed with her. Being a Chindian, with race on ic as Indian, it made my partner in crime really furious. She was saying, then wat abt her. Then B told her, it's all about the race in your ic lor. That made her fuming mad for working with somebody so narrow. Well, anyway, it's time for me to go home. Actually, it's a long story. I just cut short. Tomorrow, if I have time, I talked about what I think about SIngapore Idol and how it's related to this story.

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Subject: Torn! Time: 5:22 pm. Mood: working.

2.36pm I'm so angry that I feel like writing but I got lotsa work here. What to do? I'll multitasked to see how efficient I am. Yeah rite! Firstly, I want to remind myself, No more Slurpee. Killing my back!! I realised my back pain get worst after the slurpee. And I've been drinking it religously during lunchtime everyday, just like I always eat nasi padang during lunch. On Monday onwards, since there's no lunch tommorow, NO MORE SLURPEE. Ok, that's not the main purpose of my story. My story begins here at work. Last Friday, I wore this maternity top and pants I just bought, It's like the first time since I'm pregnant that I wore anything maternity, coz of my small tummy. Firstly, maternity clothing look so stupid and secondly, I'll look stupid wearing maternity clothes if I don't look pregnant. Then a colleague of mine came over my workstation, praising me, saying I look better with maternity clothes, should stop wearing the T-shirts and jeans skirt, and whatever what-not that I wore, which belong to my sister and is still too big for me, even now. So I asked Do I look pregnant to you now? and she agreed. Then I added, So what? Even if I looked pregnant, I don't even get a seat in the MRT. It's just a passing remark, complaining abt my plight, trying to open up a conversation on how difficult to be pregnant and working at the same time. She even told me to act that I'm in pain when boarding the train but I just told her I'm not that type. We were not that close so it was just a short conversation. Then the weekend passed, and Monday came, which is yesterday but I wasn't here because I went HDB for my first appointment. Yay! I'm in the process of becoming a proud owner of a house. Ok, Rejoice later, story first. So I came to work today, and my friend, my partner-in-crime actually, told me something which make my ears burn with anger. Guess who the topic of their gossip. Me. They were saying that I don't deserve the seat in the MRT, and that I don't have a right for the seat. I knew that, If u refer to my entry dated 8 Nov 2003. I even mentioned it. Its not as if, I step in the MRT, rubbing my tummy, giving people a 'pity-me' face so that I get a seat. No! I dun do that. I stand like normal ppl do, eventhough my back is killing me, and my legs are aching like crazy. It's more painful than dancing all night long with heels. But when I do get a seat, I'll make sure my THANK YOU is heard. I questioned myself, Where's the humanity? Don't Singaporean care and share anymore? What's the use of Sharity elephant then? What make me more PO is the fact that I'm working with inconsiderate ppl like them. What do they know. They travel luxoriously in a car since 1 one them is the Asst Dir, the other is the head of dept, and the last one is the senior officer. They only complained abt jams, ERP and parking, that sort of thing. They were never in my shoes. so WHAT DO THEY KNOW! The thing that scares me now, the question that keep repeating in my head, Am I one of them? Maybe I don't realise that I am, so from now on, I try to be a better person, rather than giving up and joining those ppl. Those inconsiderate ppl! To start off, I've decided to donate my umbilical cord blood but subject to hubbie's approval. To be continued.....

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Subject: I do love living in Singapore Time: 11:49 am. Mood: complacent.

11.20am Sometimes, I think that Singapore is competing with New York and Hong Kong to be the World's Rudest Place. That's what a friend said. She have been living in Australia for about 3 yrs now and she's back in Singapore during the holidays. So is it true? Some people thought so. As for me, I've never travelled so I can't compare but I know, some, not all, Singaporeans are rude. But isn't it human nature? Ignorance is bliss they say and I think I have been using this phrase ever so often. For the 23 yrs of my life, I never noticed rude ppl maybe because I can't be bothered to take note of these rude ppl. But pregnancy changed that. I don't know why I am so engrosseed about pregnant women getting seats in the MRT eversince I know I'm pregnant. I don't understand that. This morning, aboarding the train, (yeah! yeah!! another MRT story) I usually stand in the center of the cart, hehehee, sound like the announcement hoping ppl might not think that I'm fat and actually gave me a seat. Standing in front of this woman, she was really awake when I stand myself in front of me. Noticed that she stared at my tummy and closed her eyes. I knew that she was feigning sleep, because she was scratching here and there, with eyes a bit open to see the surounding. Come on! I pretend to sleep before so I know. When you pretend to sleep, u just feel uncomfortable. Your nose is itchy, your scalp is itchy, your seating position not right. I know! Anyways, have to stand all the way from AMK to Orchard, when somebody actually alighted and I took the seat. Coincidently, I was seated just next to the bad actress who ''was sleeping'' Guess what happen? She suddenly feel she had enough of sleep and was wide-eyed throughout the rest of the journey. Oh yeah, forget to add, I do look pregnant! My tummy is bigger than my breast now! Even my colleagues said so. While standing, with the strain on my back and the muscle cramps of my legs, I came up with another theory. (Got lots of theory on why ppl don't give up seats to pregnant woman) Mon to Wed, these days, ppl are still fresh and that's the time when ppl actually give up seats for me. Thurs to Sat, ppl tend to say to themselves, I am too tired to give up my seat to someone so let's just pretend to sleep. I saw some bad sides from ppl like the racist lady who gave up her seat to a pregnant lady whose tummy was the same size as me, when that pregnant woman boarded at Novena, eventhough I was standing in front of her when I boarded at AMK. That's the most unforgettable. Being pregnant is a bad experience for me, eventhough my mom said likewise. I don't know whether I want to be pregnant again. At last! I feel so accomplised to write this much. Usually, it's just mental block. Thought of writing somemore but work staring at me. Maybe I will update more, maybe not. Just to note that, I thought of a baby name, Frina. Now on the list, with Dewi as the first name. Family name 1. Farisya 2. Esha 3. Farina 4. Farin / Fareen 5. Frina/ Freena

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Subject: Yawn! Yawn! Time: 4:00 pm. Mood: sleepy. Music: Cypress Hill Tequila Sunrise.

Started at 3.08pm Aiyo! I can't keep my eyes open! The rest of the ppl are in a mtg and I'm falling asleep eventhough I'm listening to my mp3 player. Help! This morning in the MRT, although I always go out at the same time, I don't understand why it was jam-packed. And the irritating part was this guy standing in front of me who keep leaning backward and I have to lean backward too, in spite of my bad back, since I don't want any part of his body to accidentally touch me. He had this smell that was obvious he didn't bath. At Bishan, worst, the ppl conviniently squeeze themselves into the MRT eventhough the MRT was coming like 1 every minute. I know because I let 3 train go. So, as hard as I may to avoid this smelly guy, he didn't check who was standing behind him and he pushed me, actually my tummy la because it was sticking out. I think the baby got irritated by that too and up till now, the baby is kicking like crazy. Ok, eyes opening a bit. I have to do this really lame job where I have to crop abt 60,000 pictures of civil servant. So stupid! That's y I can't open my eyes. Such monotonous work which makes it so tedious. Just surfed up on my name. Not many ppl with my name. hehehehee. Talk abt names, I haven't make up my mind on what I'm going to name my baby. First choice is Farisya. I like Esha too. ~Yawns~ I thought of talking abt my supervisor but I got no mood too. Maybe I have no mood to talk about ppl. Nowadays, it's more on how I used to have a good fren, and we drifted apart, and eventhough I tried hard to keep in contacts with her, she don't do the same. So I give up. Should I do that? Am I a bad friend? hmm.....

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