Confession of a Facebook hijacker wannabe
Confession time!
So I was feeling really bored one evening…it was a warm day and there was nothing on TV. Then I decided to hijack my Hubby’s Facebook when he left it on without logging off. Perfect opportunity for him to profess his undying love for me, hehe! So I typed “My wife is awesome” and the next day…
Names have been whited-out to protect identities
I’m honoured to read the compliments and was tempted to give a “Queen wave” thereafter but that would be too much, wouldn’t it? 
To my friends/family who liked or commented the status update, no, he’s actually not that romantic (although he’s trying his very best) and yes, I’m sorry to have duped you. I only meant to trick my Hubby and see his reaction.
Forgive me, phhweeeseeeee? 
Shopping for CNY
As years passed, our priorities changed. Our wants begin to take a back seat. Ten years ago, when I was a fresh graduate battling it out in the workforce, all I wanted was to climb the corporate ladder and earn big money. Fast forward to four years later when I became a wife, having a stable career with predictable hours takes a forefront. Then came the baby and everything shifted to raising him according to what we know best. Like if I MUST have at least 3-4 sets of new clothes for Chinese New Year (CNY) pre-marriage time, I don’t really mind now if I have any at all. I figure – it’s a want, not a need. Besides, since I buy clothes almost every month, CNY is all-year round!
By December 2011, we were done with E’s CNY clothes. I already knew where we could find something nice and affordable for him, so the task was completed pretty fast. For Hubby, he bought two shirts with some cash vouchers redeemed through his credit card points. Keeping to tradition is important to me, hence I told myself to get at least one piece of new clothing for the first day of CNY.
For some weird reasons, I wanted to wear a cheongsam this year. With no front and back assets, I was never a big fan of this traditional Chinese attire as it doesn’t usually flatter my no hour-glass figure. I was shopping around my office area after lunch one day and tried on a cheongsam at Cove nonchalantly. Surprise surprise, it fitted really well, accentuate wherever that’s necessary and doesn’t make me look 10 years older like most do. I look smokin’ hot in it (or so I say). Plus, the price is right! Here’s how it looks like:
Photo extracted from Cove FB page
Excited to show it off to Hubby, I tried it on as soon as I got home from work. While parading and catwalking up and down in my new purchase, E who was busy playing with his toy animals, stopped and stared at me. He looked up, then down, then up again. I’m not exaggerating here but how he reacted next melted my heart BIG TIME.
His expression transformed from curiosity to awe. Then he flashed a smile and said, “Nice!” If I may add, maybe he’s thinking “My mommy is HOT!”, don’t you think? ;p
Getting compliments from my Hubby is flattering but hearing it from an innocent, 21-month old toddler is simply AWESOME! That was probably one the best compliments I have ever received. Touched beyond words, I curtsied and replied, “Thank you, dear!”
Yes, indeed. It was a great buy. CNY, here I come. Woot! 
Are resolutions meant to be kept? Nahhhh…
Jeng jeng jeng, here comes my customary last-day-of-the-year post! Let’s revisit the resolutions set last year and how I have fared:
JOEY’S 2011 RESOLUTIONS
[?] To continue nurturing Ewan in a positive, healthy and encouraging environment – I have spanked and shouted at him several times in 2011, so can I still put a check there? Besides, who on earth would put such vague resolution?
[?] To be a good role model to Ewan ie. instill more patience, understanding and calmness – Ummm…*no comment*
[X] To worry less and trust more – Hahaha, nothing near there! I’m still an annoyingly buggersome worrywart.
[?] To find a new hobby – think I’ve read extra two books this year. Does that count?
[½ √] To continue rekindle my relationship with Hubby and family – ½√ because that’s what I’d like to think but the true verdict relies on Hubby though.
You know what? I think whomever came up with resolutions idea is a moron trying to make you feel inadequate. Who needs resolutions when according to *sources*, it’s best to sloth live one day at a time? Ishk!
SO I’m not going to make any resolutions for 2012. I’m going to live it wholeheartedly since according to *sources* again, the threat of the Armageddon prophecy is coming true. Accurate or not, I think we all should live today as if tomorrow is our last day on earth. Frankly, if I were to die today, I would die regretfully for not optimising on whatever I am blessed with and use them to benefit others.
With that, I would like to conclude my 2011 with the introduction of a new blog that will drive my aspiration to living a soul-nourishing life: A Kind Deed A Day. Have you clicked on it? Click on it now. Pretty please? Oh come on? Can la? I need more hits!
From the bottom of my heart, I wish you and your family a BRIGHTER, HEALTHIER and HAPPIER 2012.
I’ll leave you with a photo of my new plant which is currently residing on my office desk. It’s one of my goals in 2012 to keep it alive
Meet "Faith", the Ficus Ginseng Jade bonsai
Happy New Year!
Revisiting yoga
Women are just super hard to please – too much work, we complain. Less work and easier life, we complain too. I have been gaining weight ever since I started working here. The job keeps me sufficiently occupied throughout the working hours but when it’s time to eat, we really eat. Unlike my days in the Hotel where we would roam the shopping mall after lunch, my colleagues here would usually go back straight to the office after that to avoid the sun and traffic congestion madness. So basically, it’s work-eat-sit everyday, which explains why I’m spotting a tummy that aspires to rival my pregnant colleague’s lately.
It has been 2.5 years since I last practised yoga. As soon as I found out about my pregnancy, I ditched my yoga teacher and ever since that, my life has been nothing but all about the little one. Back then, pre-natal yoga was hard to come by, so it was a really easy way out for me too. It’s not until recently that I got a strong calling from my body to work it out. So much so that I climbed up the stairs at my office building from Level 1 to Level 13 yesterday just to satisfy the urge…and it felt amazingly GOOD! My colleagues think I’ve gone mad from overdose of no-bosses-and-no-work-at-the-end-of-the-year euphoria though.
Plus I know that if it’s free, I won’t take it seriously. So I’m making myself pay and attend the lessons. Plus plus, Hubby and I have agreed to take turns and allow each other a me-time once a week to exercise – him swimming, me yoga. Then life’s back to focusing on the little one, again
Today’s the day! I can’t wait to breatheeeeeeee….stretchhhhhhh…and heallllll…. Let’s see how long I can last!
My first menstrual cup experience
It has been disinfected, dried and nicely kept away in its pull-string bag, so when my menses finally came after being a week late, I was excited. Excited to try out my new ‘toy’, that is.
Image taken from tinytapir.com
You see, I have been extremely vain ever since I started my new job which gives me the opportunity to dress up and still look dainty all day long (instead of driving around town, spotting oily face and sweaty body). I get to wear nicely fitted dresses and skirts, even more so after I discovered an effective push-up undergarment for saggy bum. Conscious about VPLs (visible panty lines), seamless undies and G-strings are the only way to go for me. But what happens when your period comes and these just won’t cut it?
Bulging VPL is NEVER okay! - Image via http://madamenoire.com/32655/10-styles-to-get-rid-of-before-the-new-year/panty-line-3/
I decided there and then to try out the menstrual cup after staining my flair beige dress one afternoon and had my boss and colleagues shading my behind from the public’s view while walking to buy another dress at the nearest boutique. Mind you, I was wearing granny undies with maxi pad at that time. Not sure if other mums who underwent natural birth experience the same as well, but my post-baby menstrual flow is a lot heavier than those before I fell pregnant.
Image extracted from www.ladycup.eu
At RM145 each, menstrual cup is an expensive investment to start with but considering the chemicals used to bleach disposable sanitary pads, tampons and panty liners so that they look ‘clean’, plus the hassle of changing every few hours and not forgetting the landfill we are creating by disposing so much of these waste, I decided to give it a try. With proper care, a menstrual cup can be used up to five years, saving you money from buying packs after packs of disposable.
My first experience
I tried using it for two days. The description is going to get rather graphic here, so brace yourself According to instructions, you’re supposed to wet it with water before inserting it into your vah-jay-jay. Then fold it two times and say “open sesame” to your V – literally!:
During insertion
► I squatted and pushed it in but couldn’t find the entry.
► I stood up and tried again…this is even harder! Time to sign up for the anatomy class.
► I sat on the toilet bowl and ta-da, I got it. Took a deep breath, gently pushed it in and pop! The cup unfolded into its original shape inside.
While wearing
► It felt amazing to be pad-free during menses. I could walk, run and wear anything I want. It’s a new level of liberation!
► I felt ‘cleaner’ and less messy down south too.
► For extra assurance, I used my cloth pantyliner just in case the cup leaks. Guess I didn’t wear it correctly as it leaked a little but was nothing major.
► At one point, I could feel the cup stem dangling inside.
During removal
► I managed to take it out easily the first time, easy-peasy! It was probably because I was very relaxed during the insertion.
► The second time around was the traumatizing part. It took me almost 15 minutes to get it out from my vah-jay-jay. I sat, squatted, knelt, stood and did whatever pose I could think of. The cup went quite high up and I had to rummage my V just to get hold of the stem. Using two fingers (or maybe three), I digged, stirred and grabbed; the suction was too strong. I almost cried for hubby’s help and started imagining the embarrassment I would have to go through should I need to admit myself into the hospital. Oh nooooo….this is a BAD idea 
► It didn’t help that my finger nails were long and sharp!
► Then it chanced upon me that the key to managing a menstrual cup is to RELAX. I took a deep breath, imagined myself meditating, did some Kegel exercise, held on to the stem like my dear life, pressed the cup to release the suction and hiakkkkk (and oucchhhh!!)….pulled it out. I felt so bruised and ‘violated’ after that. Boo-hooooo….
► Did I learn my lesson and ditch the cup? Certainly NOT. I tried again the following day and went through the same daunting experience. OK, maybe I’ll call it a day for this cycle and try again next month. Apparently, it takes at least three cycles for one to get used to it.
My conclusion is, I probably inserted it wrongly because according to the manual, it should stay in place and not leak at all. I did some research and found more techniques/tips on using it – relax, twist it around after insertion to lock it in place, cut the stem etc.
I really, really like the concept of menstrual cup and want to make it work for me. Wish me luck when Aunt Flow revisits again in January. Until then, it is Kotex then.
