Alina's Kidney Surgery Part II

Read Part I

The operation that was supposed to be 3 hours turned 5 hours. Everybody took the opportunity to take a nap while waiting. As for me, I went back to the hotel to get Kaisan to rest. Poor guy was up the whole time with us.

At around 7pm, one of the nurses called my sister to come down to the operating room. Alina woke up already and the operation was A-OK!

My sister went inside and spends some alone time with her daughter. I don’t think seeing your 4 months old first born strapped down with 4-5 tubes, groggy, and whimpering after a surgery is easy for any parents. Even as an aunt, seeing my niece like so made me hug my son extra hard at night…

Then the nurses wheeled Alina to a special pediatric room where there were nurses on standby 24/7 for her. Alina slept the whole night and the next day, she woke up with gusto! But not before she stared down her mother menacingly as if accusing my sister for putting her through hell. Ahh… that’s my girl! She got her spirit from me, you see (shameless aunt)

She had one tube on her throat, one tube on her kidney, one tube in her vajayjay, IV tube on her feet and another IV tube on her hand. As her doctor said, Alina looked just like a Christmas tree. She was on epidural still and slowly they lower her dosage to enables her to nurse.

Alina's scar 10 days after surgery

Because the doctor wanted to monitor her intake, my sister cannot breastfeed her. Instead she was asked to pump her milk and feed Alina through bottle. And because my sister was too stressed, she was unable to produce much! I had to come in and help. So for the next few days, my sister and me took turn to be less than a woman and more like a cow. Moo… Pump, pump, pump.

Up to point that I pump too much that blood came out instead of milk. Man. It freaked me out like as if a zombie was gnawing my breast instead of an electric pump.

7 days later Alina got discharged. It was a giant relieve for all of us.

The doctor unblocked and reconstructed her kidney accordingly and did not remove it because he said her kidney worked 10%-20% but will see in a month time the progress. So next month she will go for another test to see how’s her kidney after the reconstruction. Please pray for some miracle that her kidney suddenly turn perfectly fine, can? Please?

 

 

When I think back about what had happened… It was like all were meant to be. My sister and her husband transferred to KL early this month. They were supposed to transfer next year but through God's will, they were asked to go early. It was a coincidence move because as soon my sister in KL, she went to see the specialist and that was when they found out about the kidney swelling to the size of an elephant’s skull. Then because I was on one-week medical leave due to my operation, I was able to go and give support and became a cow. It was like everything has been prearranged and all went well after that.

By the way, because this is a birth defect, insurance in Malaysia does not cover the expenses of the operations. But because my sister’s husband is a foreigner and his Insurance is not from Malaysia, the RM30k was covered.

I now understand why people would ask for donation when there’s major surgery done on their kids. Next time when there's a donation drive for baby's surgery, I promise myself I will donate more to help out.

Alina's Kidney Surgery Part I

Refer to this post first.

4 days after my wrist surgery, I received a call from my sister saying Alina is scheduled to have her surgery early. Like, in two days time early.

I was shocked because initially the doctor said to wait until Alina reach 6 months old or 8kg whichever comes first. But Alina was only 4 months old and 6kg! Turns out her kidney SUDDENLY swell to a size bigger than an adult’s kidney and because it was so big, her surgery will be treated as an adult surgery. The doctor said there’s a high chance of complication and risk.

The last sentence felt like icy water being thrown at me. Without much thought I booked a flight to KL and flew with the husband and Kaisan the very next day. On the very same day, Alina was brought to Gleneagle to be admitted.

I don’t know why Alina’s kidney suddenly engorge to an abnormal size nor do I know exactly what the doctor was saying when he explained everything about Alina’s kidney condition to us on Alina’s first night in Gleneagle’s pediatric ward. But I do know, during the surgery the doctor is going to examine Alina’s kidney and if he finds that it is still working like 20% or more, he’s not going to take it out but will do some sort of reconstruction on the kidney’s tube.

That evening, Alina received her IV jab on her feet. The doctor said she have to fast for at least 5 hours before her surgery. That. Is. Epic. Fudge. How the hell can you keep a baby from nursing her mom for 5 freaking hours???? And Alina nurse like every half and hour!

Are you telling me I cannot milk mommy for 5 hours? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

But it was necessary so the next day, I went to Gleneagle’s pharmacy and bought two pacifiers, hoping it’ll help to appease Alina’s hunger a bit. Didn’t help much because Alina does not use pacifier since birth so the rubber tit felt weird to her. She sucked a bit then spat it out. I tried to give Kaisan the pacifier too and he too made weird faces and threw the pacifier away.

The surgery was scheduled at 2pm so while waiting, we tried many things to make Alina comfortable during her fast. We walked her around the ward to sooth her cries while dragging along her IV fluid. We were noisy with our silly act to cheer her up. And we were everywhere, going in and out of the ward to buy or to take something for her. Anything to make her happy.

The nurses there were extremely helpful, friendly and accommodating. I wouldn’t say having the whole clan down at the waiting room easy, what’s with our demands and constant pacing and questioning, but they were polite, full of smiles and patiently answer our questions to ease our worries. Whether they were genuine of not, we don’t care. We were extremely appreciative at their professionalism and warm-hearted gestures.

At 2pm, Alina was asked to change into the surgical gown and wheeled to the operating theater. Quietly I recited some Quran’s verses and prayed everything will work fine for her.

To be continued...



P/s I was just informed by my sister that the reason why Alina's kidney suddenly enlarge was because it was filled with way too much urine.

It's all about the money

Something for us to think about.

Mr. XX just bought himself a new car. It was a foreign car that cost RM150k. Mr. XX loves to rub it on Mr. YY who was driving a local car, which he has been using for the past 5 years.

Mr. YY was very content and happy with his well-maintained despite old car but Mr. XX was being a nuisance ass wipe, kept making fun of Mr. YY’s car until one day, Mr. YY got fed up and asked Mr. XX, “How much is your new car again?”

“It’s RM150k!” boasted Mr. XX.

“Wow. You must have a lot of money to pay that much for a car,” said Mr. YY.

“I took out a bank loan. I’m paying RM2k for the monthly installment” answered Mr. XX.

“So you owe the bank RM150k?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Plus interest?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So you are paying RM2k for 5-6 years for a car?”

“Yeah, SO WHAT? I can afford it!”

“So, that means I’m wealthier than you. I don’t owe the bank at all for my car. I finished paying the car years ago. If anything happen to me, I don’t have to worry about owing the bank. In fact, I can sell my car to help me out. Even if it can only bring me in RM2k, it’s still money. But what about YOU?”

And Mr. XX sheepishly nodded and never talked about his car anymore.

NO MOTHER’S DAY!

Mother’s Day is coming soon and as a new mother, I am NOT CELEBRATING MOTHER’S DAY.

I am celebrating NO MOTHER’S DAY.

So, on Mother’s Day, I won’t be accepting calls or emails or updating my Twitter or Facebook or text or Whatsapp or blogging.

On 13th Mei, I choose to go silence, receive no gifts or giving out gifts. My absence is my way of showing everyone around me, how mothers are missed when she is gone.

Join me to raise awareness about girls and women who die each year during pregnancy and childbirth.

Our silence is our loudest voice ever.

Whether you are a mother or you just love one, you can educate people about this issue and help prevent it. Here are some important facts about maternal health around the world.

1. Approximately 358,000 women die each year due to complications in pregnancy and childbirth. That's one woman every 90 seconds.

2. For every woman who dies each year in childbirth, 20-30 more suffer from lifelong debilitating disabilities.

3. Pregnancy is the number one cause of death in women, ages 15-19, in the developing world. Nearly 70,000 young women die every year because their bodies are not ready for parenthood.

4. Over 200 million women who would like to choose when they get pregnant don’t have access to family planning.

5. The United States ranks 50th globally in maternal mortality, even though it spends more on health care per capita than any other nation in the world. African American women are four times more likely to die in childbirth than Caucasian women.

Almost all of these deaths are preventable. To learn more, visit everymothercounts.org

 

Maternity/Baby Bump Photography

Can’t remember when was the last time I took portrait photography. Maybe it was during the reign of the dinosaur. It felt THAT long. What’s worst, I can’t even remember the function of the buttons on my camera. Oy. That’s b-a-a-a-a-a-d…

You see, m sister asked me to photograph her 7 month pregnant self and I was like, sure, bring it but when the day arrived, I was fumbling around with the camera and I gotta say I didn’t produce satisfying result.

These two were my best. Out of 100 snaps and these two are it. PATHETIC.

I'm just glad she's photogenic. If not... [CLOSE BOTH EYES][FACE PALM]

Thank you for the nightmare I'm going to have tonight.

I hate zombies.

Hate in a new level of hate. Like, really, really hate em. I NEVER would succumb myself to watch a movie that have zombies walking around freely attacking people. Unless I get suck into it. I’m watching you, I Am Legend. Stupid Will Smith made me eagerly go watch the movie and halfway through I was ready to crap my pants. That should teach me a lesson TO FIRST CHECK WHAT MOVIE IS IT FIRST NOT JUST BECAUSE WILL SMITH IS IN IT, DUMBASS. No, I do not watch Walking Dead, the new hit TV series either.

 

I tend to make fun of zombies ALL THE TIME but the real fact is; zombies scares the shit outta me. If ever there’s a zombie apocalypse, I’ll be the first one to take a hand grenade, pull the safety pin and swallow it willingly. KABOOM! No me to be devoured by hungry zombies.

And I DO NOT WANT TO BE TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE EITHER. I don’t fancy people’s brain that much…

But I found this iPhone app called Zombifier: 3D Zombie Booth. It is totally EEEEEEEEEK! AWESOME MUCH! So I went on zombiefying myself and everything around me. It’s fun (coz our zombie photos can move too! Go check it out!) but it’s also gory, scary, freaky and AH MAI GAD I WILL NEVER SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS OFF EVER AGAIN!

Remind me to book a time to see my dentist after I give birth. My God... My cavities are PURE NIGHTMARE!

 

That's my sister. Isn't she pretty? She's pregnant. Her pregnancy glow is TO DIE FOR! Add a designer sunglass and BAM! HOT!

 

HUSBAND! I TOLD YOU TO CUT DOWN YOUR COFFEE INTAKE! AND WHERE'S YOUR EYEBALL? DON'T TELL ME YOU ATE IT FOR LUNCH? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU! ARRGHH!

 

Gifts! Baby gifts! Thank you for all the baby gifts! Oh yeah. Zombies can't talk. So... GRRRR GROOOWWLLL AARRRRRR RRRRRRRRWWWWW MMMRRRR!

I am brainless. Love me.

I feel HAPPY... oh so HAPPY... I feel HAPPY and WITTY and LARRY!

Remember my famous cough? The one I alwaaaaaaaaaaays mentioned in this blog whenever I write about my pregnancy? Oh come on! You should know it if you've been reading my blog since I annouced OY OY I'M PREGNANT! The very one that almost made me commit murder just by coughing HARD? The ban of my very existence? The one that made me howl and growl and cry and bought a dozen chainsaw at the same time? The one that made me add more curses in my vocabulary? The one that has been plaguing me throughout this pregnancy? The one I named, LARRY THE B***H? Yes. Yes. That’s the one!

Well, guess what? I STILL HAVE LARRY THE B***H in my life!!!

YOU GUYZZZZZ!!! LARRY IS SUUUUUUUUUUUCH A HOOT! I LUUUUUUUUUURVE LARRY SO MUCH SO THAT I WANTED TO THROW IT A BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG SURPRISE PARTYYY TO SAY OH EMM GEE THAAAAAAANK YOU FOR BEING IN MY LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!!! *sarcasm*

But because of Larry, I bought this:

What is this? It’s a baby Doppler. Or a fetal heart rate thingamajig. You can hear your baby’s heart that beats STUUB-STUB-STUB-STUB-STUB in your belly. It’s an awesome device. Especially to those first times mother (LIKE ME! ME! ME! YOOOOHOOOO!! *pointing to self while jumping frantically*) who gets worried ALLLLLLLLL THE TIME, wondering and asking;

1) STOOOOOOOPID LARRY MADE ME COUGH SO HARD DID I HARM MY BABY DID I DID I DID I?

2) OH CRAAAAAAAAP I ATE A WHOLE DURIAN FRUIT JUST NOW AND ACCORDING TO THE PREGNANCY ARTICLE, IT’S NOT GOOD FOR THE BABY! ARRRHHH!!! HOW DO I KNOW MY BABY’S OK OR NOT? Or;

3) AAAAAAAAAAAHMAAAAAAAIGAAAAAAAAAAD! I SLEPT ON MY STOMACH THE WHOLE OF LAST NIGHT! DID I SQUASH MY BABY INTO A PULP?! Or simply;

4) You’re bored and you’re curious about your baby’s condition and embarrassed to harass your doctor to scan ALL. THE. FREAKING. TIME. CHEMICAL X, Y U NO AROUND SO I CAN BE MUTANT AND HAVE X-RAY VISION?

If you’re a pregnant mother and have been asking yourself these questions all the time, I suggest you get this baby Doppler to help ease your mind. Listening to your baby’s heart beat is another way to bond with your belly button baby.

And your husband can listen too so he won’t feel left out.

I bought this during my first trimester and now since my baby is practically a ninja and he’s not ashamed to show me his strength, I don’t use it much. I now only monitor him by counting his kicks. Ouch. So now my baby Doppler is being used by my sister who is 3 months pregnant.

If you’re interested, try getting this in Lelong.com.my and buy it from this seller: Anuarict. He gave me a really good deal and fast delivery. Thumbs up!

Till then, ciao!

Your Money is Screaming SAVE ME! SAVE ME!

This is just a friendly BORING reminder to my readers that if you are working right now, or just about to start working, or students still but one hell of a lucky bastard to get really, really generous pocket money from your parents, if you have not start saving your money, do start now.

Once you have saved, say maybe, around RM1k and above, invest the money.

Once you have enough money in your EPF, invest the money.

Earning only RM800 a month? Save RM50 a month is already creating a milestone. A huge motha fakha milestone, believe me.

I don’t have to tell you the benefits of saving coz duh… This is not the stone-edge era. Everyone knows about saving money. But despite knowing about it, not many are doing it. Close example: ME. Tada! I never save my money. Because:

1) NO ONE REMINDED ME TO DO SO. I have a brain that leaks information faster than you can say short-term-memory-lost-much. If people don’t constantly remind me to do something, like, “Have you watered the plants?” I would probably let my plants died starving of water for a millennia. This is the trouble with ADHD people. Our memory is as miniscule as a gnat.

2) I have no self –control whatsoever. Yes, I spend my money like I’m the Queen Money Making Land or some shit like that. Only now, I started to slow down. Like, really, really slow down. I keep thinking; baby is coming… Baby will need clothes, diapers, and formula and oOoo cute onesies!

3) I don’t know shit about saving and investment. And I was lazy to know about it.

But as I said in my previous, previous post (Go dig it yourself. By now you should know what a buttlazy person I am), this year, I started to get really serious about money. Last few years, my money went to crazy shopping spree and only saved like, wow, RM100 or less a month. If I could turn back times, yes, I probably would slap myself with a shovel for being such an idiotic bitch.

There are those who simply assigned an agent to play around with their money and invest it wherever the agent think the market is good. That is the lazy kind of investment. It’s good for those who are busy. I am one of those lazy busy people. But at the same time, not knowing shit about it makes me edgy. I rather KNOW what happens to my money than trusting it on another person so that’s where I started to slowly learn about investment and stuff.

It’s pretty ironic that for a person who took finance and accounting in college, I ended up staring doofusly at my bank statement and wondered out loud, “Debit is… debt I owe to the bank is it?” Okay, I’m not THAT dumb but when I started to dabble with investment, the figures and finance jargons simply just danced nakedly in front of me. I don’t know SHIT.

And it took me ages to finally get the initiative to LEARN. BORING! I know! I’m stubborn. And again, the thought of another person touching and playing with my money (though they are VERY trustworthy) makes me nervous and that pushes me to say, BRING IT.

This is not a post to teach you about investing and saving your money coz you can Google it up and there are millions of websites out there talking about it.

This is a post to REMIND you (and at the same time, remind myself) to start saving. If you already start to do so, I applaud and kowtow to your advance superiority.

If you haven’t, it’s not too late. Start this month. As I said, RM100 or less is better than nothing.

Bai.

He Came. He Saw. He Rescued.

Two nights ago, we were driving back home when the Mister suddenly stop the car, reversed it and asked, “DID YOU SEE THAT?”

“What? Where?”

“That! Can’t you see it? I almost ran over it!” and he jumped out of the car.

Since I still can’t see a thing (it was raining heavily) I thought he saw a ghost and almost hit it. Like WHAT THE HELL? HIT A GHOST? THAT’S LIKE CREEPY IN A NEW LEVEL OF OHMYGODSCARYMUCH! But then again, you can’t hit a ghost. Either your car will just pass through it or the ghost will do an acrobatic jump and appear at the backseat of your car. F-F-F-F-F-F-F! SCARY. AS. HELL. OKAY!

But turns out it was a tortoise. Fuh. I was so relieve. I would totally crap in my pants if it were a ghost.

Say hulo to Mr. Totois!

Poor Mr. Totois had a rough life. His shell is all… messed up. Scratches and dents and erm… broken. The Mister took an old plastic drawer to put Totois in and I fed it veggie just so he’ll have a healthy bowel.

We’re not sure what to do with it yet. Maybe we’ll free it at a lake nearby our house or give it to my mom since she’s gaga over tortoise. She has like 4-5 tortoises as pets.

Will wait till the Mister come back from his business trip to think of what we’re going to do with Mr. Totois. Till then, Totois will have a nice home and plenty of food like green vegetables and lots of fruits.

Sure is lucky to be found by a health freak couple. Next thing you know I’ll be feeding it yogurt with blackberry flavor.

Selamat Menjalani Ibadah Puasa

It's not too late for me to wish my readers a Happy Ramadhan!

Poster courtesy of Shareyza Ghazali

The Internet is a real person. A lot like you.

 

I love the Internet. It's where I spend most of my time. Especially blogging. I blog hop a lot coz I like reading what people put in their websites/blogs. And when I comment their post, I watch my every word as not to be misunderstood or appear harsh, even though I disagree with their opinion. Or if I can’t find any suitable words to express my opinion, I just keep quiet and move on to the next blog.

People often forget that behind every blogs, every Twitter users, every Facebook account, there is a real person with feelings and very much human like all of us. So, before you turn yourself into a stupid troll and manically reply/write bitchy comment, think –if it were you that was attacked heartlessly like so, would you be able to live your life without having a slightest sadness in your heart? If no, then, your mother should name you Baby Troll No. 7519.

Be nice. Or leave.

P/s This is a general issue that has been brought up many times by many bloggers. It has nothing to do with my readers who so far have been very nice and friendly and comment without malice. To my readers, you know who you are and for that I thank you.

I came. I saw. I rescued.

She was leaning on a wall outside of a local shopping mall, hunkering down low on the floor, hoping no one can see her. She was weak and did not look well at all. When I picked her up, she frantically wanted to fly away but her wings just refuse to work and she knocked herself few times on the opposite wall and fell.

I picked her up again and this time she was too tired to do anything but stay still in my cup of hands.

She was no bigger than my palm. As I held her, I thought to myself WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA DO WITH THIS POOR BIRD? With only one hand free, I dialed the Mister’s number. He didn’t answer. Must be on his bike somewhere. Then the next obvious person to call- My mom.

Me: Mom! Help! Crisis! Big mega huge problem in hand. Literally!

Mom: What? What happen? You’re pregnancy? What’s wrong with it? Oh no!

Me: Nothing to do with my pregnancy lah. I found a bird outside a mall and I think there’s something wrong with her. She can’t fly! She’s in my hand now and I don’t know what to do!

Mom: Haiya! Please don’t scare me like that… Well, what kind of bird is it? And how big?

Me: I don’t know… the feathers are dark green and she’s very small… I don’t think she’s a baby bird. I think she’s a teenage bird. You know… the size between a baby and an adult bird… Thingie? Gah! I don’t know anything about birds! But oh oh oh her beak is pretty long though!

Mom: Bring her to a vet. They will know how to fix her.

Me: Okay… But I have to wait until after office hour coz I’m on my lunch break now and going back to the office. So what should I do with her in the meantime?

Mom: Keep her warm and feed her. Mash some rice or something.

Me: I don’t think she eats rice, mom…

Mom: Everybody eats rice.

Me: Erm… yeah… why not. 

So I brought it back to the office, stuff her in my tissue box and throw in a piece of dates in it hoping she’ll eat it. Like my mom who simply thought all birds eats rice, I simply assume all birds’ eats dates.

But she didn’t touch it. She kept her eyes close and after a while, I started to fidget. BIRD, Y U NO MOVE? Y U NO EATS DATES? DATES ARE VERY HEALTHY! MAKES YOU POOP EASILY!

I tried calling the Mister again and this time he answered his phone.

“COME TO MY OFFICE NOW I NEED YOU TO HELP ME WITH SOMETHING YOU NEED TO FIX SOMETHING FOR ME COME NOW STAT!!!!!”

And within 10 minutes, my super speedy husband arrived and I shoved the tissue box in his hand and said, “BIRD! SICK! FOUND HER! WEAK! CANNOT FLY! DON’T WANT TO EAT DATES! FIX HER! VET! DOCTOR ANIMAL! ALL EXPENSES ON ME! JUST BILL ME LATER! FASTER! BRING HER NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW! GO GO GO GO GO!”

Turns out, the little birdie just had a concussion. Concussion? On a bird? Why not. Her wings are all fine and she just need time to recover and mend herself nicely.

The mister brought it home with a clear instruction from the vet to keep an eye on it for few days. The mister also made a little cage made out of… a small rubbish bin with twigs from a curry tree. The bird perched nicely on the twigs and shut her eyes close.

We even managed to feed her sugary water through a tiny straw. And she drank/ate/sipped on it nicely.

So can you guess by now what kind of bird is she? Yes. Yes. The doctor confirmed the bird is a FEMALE. GIRL POWER!

She’s a type of hummingbird!

That’s why I named her Humming Bee.

We let her out the next day and she flew off without a hitch.

I kind miss having her around. She’s such a tame bird. She doesn’t seem to mind me holding her and running my fingers on her soft feathers.

Humming Bee.

Babies Galore!

Handsome baby Dylan gazing at his Mommy, Leezbeth Edward Ong.

 

Adorable baby girl Eszell Lian

 

 

Olly, you're baby is so chubby and cute!

 

 

I wonder when will God give me one of my own?

When you're too hot to handle, everything else will follow. Including things you don't like.

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This is the reason why I’m a gnat and my husband’s an android.

 

Check out the mister’s post on Borneo Jazz Festival, 2011.


First day.


Second day.

He came up with a better post than I did. *sulking*hands in pockets*kick dust*emo*

He covered the whole event in details whereas I wrote as if I was stabbing the keyboard with forks.

Meh.

Go check it out!

Supporting Sarawak Go Bald Campaign! Shavers not included.

On 1st May 2011, Mirians witnessed their beloved ones who pledged to go bald went from hairy head to shaven clean, live in front of hundreds in Bintang Megamall in conjuction with the Sarawak Go Bald Campaign!

Go Bald is a campaign established to support Sarawak Children’s Cancer Society, to relief and care of children suffering from cancer and their families; and the advancement of research and public education in prevention, control, diagnose and treatment of childhood cancer. (Excerpted from the Go Bald website)

Since Mom would stab my toes repeatedly until I cry mercy if I dare to shave my head (Even for a good cause? WAI MOM? WAAAIIII? *Drama*, I did my part by donating to those who pledge.

In fact, I have been donating every year since it was in introduced in Sarawak few years ago.

This year, it is pretty special coz two of my friends bravely and generously answered the call of the great Elmur Fudd and stepped up on the stage to be shaven bald!

*GREAT ROUND OF APPLAUSE*

*THE CROWD GOES WILD*

*TEARY EYES*

*OH SO TOUCHING*

Introducing... Mr. Roy aka Kacang Soya!

 

Say bye-bye hair

 

I was hoping the lady gonna do a mohawk on him but mmmppphhhnaaah... spoil sport.

 

His family was there to support. That's Roy Jr. laughing at his daddy. Maybe he taught daddy was going to perform some kind of magic trick.

 

Daddy sure didn't disappoint. Instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, Daddy made his hair disappeared.  Awesome. Roy Jr. was obviously thrilled.

 

Hey! There's my mohawk that I screamed for the lady to make! Thank you lady-whatsyourname!

 

Then Roy Jr. started to realize something... There's something very, very wrong with Daddy's magic trick...

 

BADASS BALD! OH MY GAWD! NOOOOOOOOOO! DADDY ROY IS BALD! BRING BACK DADDY'S HAIR! THIS MAGIC TRICK EFFIN FAIL!!!

 

BALD AND BAD BAYBEH!

 

Next is our very own, Eileen aka LadyBird!

 

Gawd, I can't look....

She's so brave...

If it were me up there, I can guarantee you the hairdresser will have to tie me up and maybe jab me with a tranquilizer to subdue me.

 

Say bye-bye hair!

 

And she still can smile and pose beautifully! A.MA.ZING. Again, if it were me, that lady? The one holding the shaver? Yeah. That one. Remember that face coz she won't exist in this planet sooner than you can say BALD BALQIZ WOOT?! Kidding. You know I'm kidding right, lady with shaver? Right? *poke*poke* Smile pwez? Just a bit? No? Fine *ruuuuuuuun!*

 

A sneak peak on how Eileen look like

 

TADA!

BADASS BALD WITH A BIG HEART!

 

Good job you guys!

How Do You Manage All The Blogs You Follow?

For the past how many years (I can’t remember how long since I started blogging/reading blogs) I had been using Bloglines as my aggregator of RSS Feeds. Or in layman term; as and when any blogs I follow update their blog, Bloglines will prompt me.

Really saved me a lot of time coz before I know the existence of Bloglines, I ‘bookmarked’ the blog and go there each and every day to check for updates. So imagine if I have 200 blogs… What an exciting moment!

Bloglines was so easy to used back then. Especially when I still had my Nokia phone (they had a mobile web for Symbian OS). I can simply connect and read blogs update in the toilet.

But ever since they change ownership and had a new make-over, I find it really difficult to navigate. Their widgets are too heavy and loading takes bazillion minutes! And what’s worse, they can’t read/detect some RSS Feeds! HORROR OF ALL HORRORS!

Frustrated, I transferred all my RSS Feeds to Google Reader instead (after much recommendation from my friend, Feli)

At first, Google Reader daunted me.

But after a while, once I get the hang of it, it’s damn easy. Loading takes less than a second and no widgets! I hate widgets. Widgets are like those bloody Grimlins. If a blog is full of widgets, it turns me off and don’t expect me to go there again.

Unfortunately (or for some, fortunately), Google Reader does not show your entire blog, therefore, your readers would not be able to see your new blog layout or advertisement banner. Readers will only read your postings and that’s about all. So boo-hoo for some and hell-yeah-no-advert-yo for others.

If you’re using Google Reader as your RSS Feeds aggregator and you are an iPhone/iPad user, get Mobile RSS app and link your Google Reader account there and you can read blog updates anywhere. Don’t you just love technologies nowadays?

It is indeed the best time to live in this world.

Enough tech talk. Will resume my daily-nonsense-ranting on my next post.

Till then, ciao!

P/s I might or might not write about this before. I’m a breathing sloth so don’t expect me to go through my archives. Meh.

Kick Those Monday Blues by Reading These Blogs:

Before you decided to get hitch/married, go read this and get a wealth of insights and lessons from a Malay Psychology student point of view: Bukan Tak Nak Tapi Kena Flexible. Really inspiring. Thumbs up!

Curious on what the Mister is thinking about our marriage so far? Check out his latest post: Married Life. There are some photos in too (in which he manipulated till I can't see my face much. Hmph!)

A mother’s love: Truly precious! Read my good friend’s post on how she found out she was pregnant with her Lil’ Tiger (born in the year of a tiger thus named as so) : Dear Lil' Tiger. Absolutely touching!

The best 2010 year recap post I’ve read so far must definitely go to my friend, Rush in his post: Re-cap the year 2010 as Rush Murad.... He truly lived a full, meaningful and adventurous life. Truly exciting!

That's all from me today. Welcome Monday. Hello work. (grumpy)

By the way, it would mean a lot to me if you would exchange your blog links with me here: Share Your Blog Links. Then I can visit your blog and pee on it say hi!

Later days!

Bloooooooooooood! Blooooood! I... Give... Bloood......

I listed donating blood as one of the things I want to do in my life list. All these while I couldn’t donate blood because:

1. My frying pan was heavier than me (39kg! WHAT THE DUCK!)

2. My hemoglobin count was below 12.5 g/dL

3. I don’t want to give what’s mine NYE NYE NYE NYE NYE NYE (Yes, yes I was as childish as a 100 years old tuna can)

4. I keep picturing myself turning into a bat for no apparent reason (I’ve weird imagination you should know that by now)

But this year, when my company organized a blood donation drive, I jumped in to volunteer and at the same time –DONATE MY SUPER PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS GLITTERING YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT RED BLOOD.

Since I was the ONLY one there who NEVER had her blood taken more than a prick, hotdamn, I was given a VIP treatment y’all! The way my colleagues and the blood bank people treated me, you would think that any given time I would either run away like a cowardly bitch or suddenly DIE right in front of their eyes. The more they hover and asked, “Are you okay? How do you feel? Have you had breakfast? No? Here are 500 hard boiled eggs! EAT! EAAAAAAAT! EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!” And all that BEFORE I EVEN GET MY FINGER PRICK TO CHECK MY HEMOGLOBIN COUNT!

They can’t help it. I’m lovable. Cue to vomit profusely to the nearest exit.

I filled in a form, stated my exact weight now (50.4kg –same weight as a hippo’s thigh) and waited for my turn to get my finger prick for blood check for:

1. Amount of my hemoglobin (Minimum is 12.5 g/dL. Mine was 14.5 g/dL)

2. My blood type (O positive)

3. Whether it’s true my blood glitters like Edward’s deformed left nipple (Sadly it’s not)

Once done, they check my blood pressure and due to all the excitement and nervousness and my ability to eat rocks, the reading came out 100/70. The lady person who saw this was not very happy with the result and for a brief moment, I thought she was going to say “No, you can’t donate blood. But you can donate your nice ass instead” but instead she said, “FUCK THIS! YOU’VE AWESOME BLOOD AND WE WANT IT SO LET’S TAKE EM, BITCH!” I think it goes something like that… I can’t remember exactly what she said (whistling to a Christmas song)

So I sat down on a nice reclining chair and a guy came and asked me to relax as he did all what was needed to be done and next thing you know, wow… my blood… was… not glittering. How de-fuckin-lighted.

Took a while though to fill in a small bag. I kept squeezing a PVC pipe that they asked me to squeeze with the arm they just punctured with one huge-ass needle, hoping my blood would pour out like a fountain but nothing close to that ever happen sorry to disappoint myself. I had a big expectation like maybe the blood tube suddenly burst and splatter people around me with my magical blood and heal their financial problem and I would be hail as the king of the world but yeah, didn’t happen. Dis-fucking-pointed. Again.

After they took all my blood and left me all dried up with only my skin and bones to support my life… (KIDDING!) I rested a bit then got up and expected a world-whirl of dizziness but na’ah nothing like that happen. Only after a while that I felt tired and sleepy. I thought it was because it was near lunch time (I usually take a short nap during lunch) but it lasted the rest of the day and that night, by 8:30pm, I was snoring up a storm.

I hope my blood is healthy enough to be used by those in need. Even if it does not glitter.

Later days!

Have hope for tomorrow. Faith everything will be alright

Venue:  Miri Home for the Aged

Purpose: Providing dinner and donating some necessity such as towels

I hate those people who said, "Oh them. They receive a lot of help from some organizations every year" I'm glad they get all the help they can get because they are alone in this world and they deserve to feel cherish. No matter how much they receive in a year, IT DOES NOT MAKE THEM RICH ENOUGH TO HAVE A LUXURIOUS LIFE! If you see their conditions, you heartless bastards, you WOULD understand why I cried behind my camera. These people are old and sick and have no family. Even if they have families, they sleep and eat alone WITHOUT their family. Have some compassions okay? And give them a break.  Yes there are people out there who are living much, much worst and needed help too but  I don't know who they are. I only know these folks. So bugger off!

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference ~Serenity Prayer