Lost in translation

Neccessarily oblique

Please note: Men are NOT heads of household. Siapa kasi jawatan, ha? Perasan aje. Yetch yetch.

[NOT Nazir, I married an enlightened man. Or kalau tak, kena kick on backside.]

During Raya
Certain uncle (from marriage): Wah! Dah kuat lah dia (ref Rehan). Baguslah. Budak laki memang kuat. Bukan macam perempuan.

Me (silently): Get stuffed, fool. Argh. Piss off. Piss off. Shall not bellow. I want to see you be in labour for 6 hours (and more, for most people). Try walking around with stitches afterward, too, while you are at it. And breastfeeding. One kick in the balls, and you are moaning. Try being ripped apart and stitched back again. Thrice. (not me - said uncle's wife).

Actually, my response was an insipid 'hee hee' though it may have sounded like 'urafhg'.

One small step for mankind, a giant leap backward for womenkind.

Sometimes I wonder if Nazir escaped unscathed.

Another lip-twitching/teeth-grinding moment

Auntie (from Nazir's side, again. I don't have such mad relatives. Or at least we have stopped visiting them. Hurrah!): Baguslah Ustaz datang. Berkat. Ada baby ustaz lagi.

(to Nazir): Kalau bawa pergi masjid (Rehan), mesti orang takde anak nak dukung. [*to get children apparently* What?]

And she kept calling Nazir "Ustaz" throughout! V creepy. And this his father's sister. Normal people call their nephews by name. Right? Right? Well, his other aunties do. And she kept going on and on about how fortunate it is anak ustaz came. I felt like grabbing Rehan and running. Mujarab ke ada ustaz in da house? Ha ha .

It's laugh or go mad.

[Sorry for not translating. Some things just cannot be translated.]

Grinching my way home

A long hiatus due to Ramadan. Somehow, the month passed by so quickly, and I have no idea what I did or why I was so busy, but I was. The small day-to-day things add up to a whole lot of things, and am I tired.

Hari Raya follows and in its wake, utter exhaustion.

Thanks to all friends (esp Azah, who messaged me something nice on a really bad day, but I just couldn't bring myself to reply that day) for the Raya messages for the Grinch. Too bad (for me) I couldn't steal Raya.

Looking forward to jalan raya (abbreviated version though cos of baby) with the girls. Now that is my kind of party. Ha ha.

Pics of Rehan on first raya!

The family photo

(Woo hoo! Timer mode! Love my camera!)

Smile caught on camera

(Continuous mode! Double love my camera!)

Excitedly receiving duit Raya...

...but only to eat.

[Ah, shite. Read Ros' blog. Am a little backdated but...it really puts things in perspective. Shall stop whining. Now.]

Sorry for the whining...Raya grinch no more. Am truly blessed. :)

You know you have hit rock bottom when...

...you wish them dead rather than see them again.

Read: A Gathering Light by Jennifer Donnelly. Highly recommended!

Where does a trail of broken promises lead?

Things have to pick up soon. A long stretch of tiredness all around. But I really cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel. All I can see is Hari Raya coming. The Raya grinch is back. (Not even a ha-ha.) Arguments about houses to go to and when, who does what, wishing some people who come to your house wouldn't bother, because all they bring is nasty insinuations, criticism and expectations that host is a bloody slave, when really it should be a happy occasion. That is the reason why you can pick friends. Unfortunately, not your relatives (or husband's, for that matter).

12 days to go. Whoopee-doo.