May 2009


My mom was rather adamant to do a makeover of Iris’ hair as it was getting longer and unmanagable.  Plus the weather was hot and the long messy hair was not very helpful in reducing the heat.  My daughter didn’t complain…  so what’s the fuss?  I thought she look prettier in her fine growing hair, so the notion stopped there.

However, during my field work in Bintulu and Sibu, my mom sent me a picture of Iris in her new hairdo.  Apparently my mom asked the hairdresser living a few door away to come over to be her partner in crime.  My dad was in the scheme too.  He was assigned to hold Xiao Hua Mao (Little Flowery Cat) in front of Iris so that she will pay  200% attention to the manja hairy creature.  Thus, she kept still and whenever she needed to turn her head for the grooming process, her grandpa shifted the poor cat to her left or right, depending on the hairdresser’s request.  That trick had surely made the entire hair cutting ritual a less fussy one.  We owed Xiao Hua Mao a big meal.  She can have all Tattoo’s expensive food stock.  Hehehehe…. I still have unresolved issues with the cat.

Here are her pics before and after the haircut.

Before haircut.. Yea, she looks messy

Before haircut.. Yea, she looks messy

After haircut. She looks mischievous.

After haircut. She looks mischievous.

This is my fav

This is my fav

Another look of the original style

Another look of the original style

p/s: Before this, Xiao Hua Mao was forbidden to set foot into the house. However, she always manage to sneek into our kitchen and finishes Tattoo’s crunchy overpriced biscuits in the bowl.  That gave Tattoo concrete reasons to chase her around the house.  Perhaps the terms has changed after this big favor.  Why we didn’t Tattoo instead?  Like I mentioned in my last post, that cat is anti-social, therefore no one can cuddle her for more than 15 seconds.

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Why am I calling it stinky pillow? Imagine while you are sailing away in your beautiful slumber, suddenly something wet and cold and odd smelling lands straight on your nose….  Yes, I immediately knew it was her stinky pillow that rested on my face with one corner well suckled by Iris who is sleeping next to me. Ewwwww…. The smell was not that totally unpleasant, otherwise I’ll be fainting like almost every night.  That is the smell that uniquely identifies the pillow from the rest.  And I have to get rid of the smell FAST!  Getting rid of the pillow, you say? That will be the most un-smart decision ever made and a passport to long unsettled days filled with tantrums and pitiful whine, mark my words.  Been there for doing something almost similar.

Once upon a time when she was too small for the stinky pillow.

Once upon a time when she was too small for the stinky pillow.

Jangan kacau aaaa.....

Jangan kacau aaaa.....

Stinky pillow is everywhere

Stinky pillow is everywhere

When I arrived home this evening, her nanny announced that the pillow was officially stink free!  Superb! She disposed my daughter’s treasure into the washing machine, let it roll for one round with detergent and softener and finally hanged it to dry. When Iris got hold of that newly washed, sweet smelling supposedly stinky pillow, she put it to her face instantly but her expression changed. Something amiss, she felt. She could sense that the pillow was somehow “different”.  She held it at arm length, examined it at every angle and sniffed it again. Finally she was satisfied that it was her stinky pillow, the only difference is that the stinkiness was down by several nothches.

She was satisfied. Mummy is happy.  Anyway, tonite there will still be a soft, wet at one corner object landed on my face, minus the aroma that was highly adored by that little princess who is currently sleeping soundly in our room.

I should call it a day too. Nite nite.

On her first flight back to Kuching

On her first flight back to Kuching

Deen's new sweetheart

Deen's new sweetheart

Uish.... besarnya lipas tu... Aik? Apsal keras semacam je?

Uish.... besarnya lipas tu... Aik? Apsal keras semacam je?

With Grandpa in Miri

With Grandpa in Miri

Now Sis Tattoo is out of the way! Hahahaha...

Now Sis Tattoo is out of the way! Hahahaha...

Tattoo: Anti-social, arrogant, selfish, territorial, spoilt and my mom's loyal companion. 13 human years, and supposedly Iris' "sister"?

Tattoo: Anti-social, arrogant, selfish, territorial, spoilt and my mom's loyal companion. 13 human years, and supposedly Iris' "sister"?

Approximately 10 months ago when I annouced my pregnancy to my mom, she was totally excited with the development.  And her anxiety was overwhelming.  She started to call me occasionally, sometimes several times a day to enforce the do’s and don’ts during pregnancy on me. According to her, the first 3 months was quite critical so I had to be extra careful. It is interesting to revisit the list of pantang my mom gave me, plus a few others I acquired from my friends. Here goes:

1. Do not raise your hand high as it might affect the baby inside. It is believed that it can cause miscarriage if you are not careful.

2. Any attempt to renovate the premise you are living in, or to put nail on the wall should be put on hold until the baby comes out.  The actions associates with ‘changes’ and you don’t want the baby’s position to shift.

3. Do not take too much heaty stuff. The baby might come out ‘yellow’ or what we know as jaundice.

4.  Don’t take too much cooling stuff either (ie: honey) as that will cause the baby to have weak lungs or catches pneumonia.

5. I was forbidden to change the arrangement of my furniture. That also associate with ‘changes’ which is not good for the pregnancy. Thank god I had limited furniture and they were in reasonable positions when I found out about this pregnancy.

6. Take lots of soya bean drink and tofu if you want the baby to come out fair. I don’t think the rule applies to all… You know what I mean  😉  I believe Iris inherits the fair skin from her daddy

Interestingly, there are few ways for us to “see” the sex of the baby.  Basically one can save that RM70 for the scanning, and approach anyone who is an “expert” (in this case Mr. Edrow Barin) to help identify whether the baby inside carries XX or XY genes.  The most popular technique is to look at the shape of the belly. If it is roundish flat, most likely the baby is a girl but if the belly is round but rather pointy, then it is a gentlement inside there. To me, every belly looks the same but to those who are good will be able to interpret more that what is on the surface: perhaps more or less like someone who knows how to choose good watermelons?

Boy or girl?

Boy or girl?

When I visited Norizan’s family who lives a few row away, her 2 year old son immediately ran towards me and gave me a big hug. I was stunned as I never met him before this.  According to his mother, that is a sign that I am carrying a girl. Opposite fields will attract each other, like magnets. Obviosly that boy was drawn to my unborn daughter inside.  A little girl, on the other hand will give negative respond to me.  I recalled when Amei next door (in Miri) was terrified of me when I was pregger.  It is either because of the same charges will reject one another or I was so huge that she took me for strolling whale that is going to land on her anytime.  However, this happens very rarely and not every kids respond the same way.

Oh ya, another worth knowing indicator is that when a mother grooms herself, it is definitely a girl in there. Angah (my good friend) was messy when she was carrying her first born. Jeans, t-shirt and selipar jepun was her attire to work. Contrary to her, I was not myself! I started wearing attire with bright colors, ribbons, lace and suffice to say, I was totally girlish!

After giving birth to Iris, I was back to my casual mode.

OK, these interesting findings wraps up this entry. There are more to come, I just need to find time to publish them here. Until then, bye bye world.