the hubs: do you know I am the only husband in my family who helps the widens to change diaper? 

me: no. is help the baby change. the wife don't wear diaper.. and you enjoy it right? 

the hubs: no.. very SMELLY! 

then he quickly looked down at rosanne sleeping in his arms with the guilty look on his face... lol..

Him: Hey, don't you think our baby really looks like a rosanne?

Me: Why? 

Him: She red red like rose like that...

Me: Tomato also red.. You want to name her that instead?? 

as minibean is getting bigger (like 3.4kg, according to the dr's estimate, not so mini afterall huh..) and dr says she ready to be born..

me to hubs: dar, help me ask xbb to come out sooner ley.. she is like getting so big.. i scare..
hubs to xbb: hello xbb... you want to share the same birthday (6dec) as me right... you wait awhile longer okie?
me: @#$&!

the hubs was driving using his GPS and suddenly the "voice" of the GPS switched from a female to a male..

me: did your GPS just become a guy!?

the hubs: yah.. cus girls are lousy at directions so the guy took over........

new level attained..

nope.. i dont think this gong gong-ness is going to stop any time soon. =(

and you can see that i already knew i did something wrong when he says he got something to tell me 

T____________________T

we were walking the night market streets of taipei and saw a stall selling customised stickers with names printed..

the hubs: maybe we should get some for our baby
me: but we havent even got a name for her!
the hubs: have arh... 杨小贝贝 lor!!

me to hubs, do you think soap water will get in if i removed the plaster when i shower?

then good what, she can have bubble bath inside..

hazy hazy.

was so hazy last night that i could not see the blocks of flat 2 streets away..

me: dar.. was there supposed to be flats behind there?
the hubs: they tore it down when you are away at work just now..

***

the hubs was standing at the window and he called me to him.

the hubs: eh dar.. you wan to have a or-pi-sai (dig nose) competition anot? so hazy now, sure got alot of pi-sai one!
me: -_-"

went for a movie earlier with the hubs - after earth.

this time round he insisted that i should get a booster seat so that "he" can get to watch too!
-_-"

one of my fears when you go out there.. please dont let this happen to you...
source: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2331950/Madaline-Cole-First-picture-British-woman-25-died-struck-boats-propellers-snorkelling-Malaysia-just-qualified-diving-instructor.html


Woman, 25, who died after being struck by boat propeller while snorkelling in Malaysia had just qualified as a diving instructor By RICHARD SHEARS

A young British woman who died from severe injuries after being struck by a boat's propellers while on holiday in Malaysia had just qualified as a diving instructor.

Madaline Cole, 25, from Hereford, had been snorkelling with an Australian friend when she was hit by the boat off Pulau Perhentian Island, in the South China Sea.

Police said she had received severe injuries to her body, legs and buttocks. She died before reaching hospital.

Madaline, known as 'Maddy', was the daughter of Bob Cole, 59, a former Royal Engineer who served in the SAS. Friends of the family, who live in Bodenham, near Hereford, said Mr Cole, who now runs security firm Minimal Risk, was 'devastated.' One said: 'Bob doted on Maddy and is understandably devastated by her death.

'She knew the risks of diving but was always very professional in her preparations and highly skilled in what she did.

'She had just qualified as an instructor and was looking forward to a wonderful career exploring the world's seas.'

On February 3 this year Maddy expressed her delight on Facebook when she qualified as a scuba instructor.

She said: 'After the most stressful 3 days ever- FINALLY we are Open Water Scuba Instructors!!

. . .

Police Chief Superintendt Kamaruddin Mohammed Zakaria told Malaysia's Bernama news agency that the incident happened as boat operator Mohammed Azwan Mohamad, 23, was passing through the area to bring tourists to the popular island resort.

'The two victims and two other friends were diving outside the safe zone and were not wearing safety jackets,' he said. 'They were accidentally hit by Mohammed Azwan.'

A Foreign Office spokesman said: 'We are aware of the death of a British national in Malaysia on May 27. 'We are providing consular assistance to the family at this difficult time.'

Miss Cole arrived in Malaysia on April 4 and had been staying at the Senja Bay Resort, while Mr Rogers had booked in at the Shari-La Resort.

The Perhentians, lying 10 miles off the north eastern coast of West Malaysia and some 40 miles south of the Thai border, are made up of two main islands - Penhentian Besar and Perhentian Kecil. Miss Cole was staying on Perhentian Besar, which, like its sister island, is surrounded by turquoise waters and coral reefs rich with exotic fish.

It is not the first time that a young British female tourist has died in a boating accident while snorkeling in Malaysia. In July 2004, Joanna Stillwell, 23, who was on a family holiday, was killed when she was struck by a dive boat while swimming with her 18-year-old brother Nicholas, who was not injured.

That fatality occurred near the island of Redang, off the east coast of Malaysia. According to police at the time, Miss Stillwell had ventured out of a designated snorkelling area and into a channel used by boats.

it was a long weekend and thank God for that. finally time to have plenty rest. after resting for a friday, we went to have our hair cut on sat. wanted to cut my hair shorter but the hubs says he preferred it longer and could cut it short later in nov if i want... ok lor... anything you say. so i end up only cutting my fringe and trimming the ends.

we went chinatown to search for nice chee chong fun since someone was craving for it.. =X
the weather was hot and scorching to the max! could not find the stall which the hubs said was nice so i settled for shun kuay instead. not too bad.. =)

by the time we were done with the late lunch and all, it was already 4.. feeling very tired but did not want to go home and get out of the house an hour later for dinner. so we went for movie! so that i can rest my tired sore legs and go for dinner after that.. the hubs was so happy that we could finally watch the iron man III! =)))

so as usual, i would place my bag on my lap in the cinema.
out of the blues, hubs said.. hey, your bag is blocking her view!
-_-"
偏心!

Ooooo... our room's toilet is so clean and gleaming that i have to wear shades when i shower! =X 

i know i have been falling behind with the house chores lately and you really have been so understanding and helping around. i feel so loved! 

i dont really care who you did that for - me or him. it just means alot to me. 

the hubs tucked me in bed again last night. 

this time round, he place monkie on my right shoulder. 

when i woke up 6hrs later, its still there. 

was falling asleep last night and the hubs tucked me in - under the blanket with the bolster and monkey in my other hand. 

and i woke up this morning.... monkey still in my hand. 

probably, thats just how tired i am. =(

its been a year since we got married and seven years since we started dating. the road has been long and adventurous.

met up with our pastor 2 weeks ago for some chit chat session as he wanted to know how our marriage has been.

during the session, we realised that we fought lesser. actually is the least so far we have been together, twice only in the year. so surprised that we can be so amicable to each other!

daddy was so worried about me before getting married. he says the first year of marriage is always the hardest as there is alot of "getting use to". thanks to daddy, i guess i was more cool and acceptive towards things that came along. the thinking was that since we have to be "stuck" together forever, making things difficult for him, does not makes things easy for me too. =)

and i am really thankful to the hubs cus i can feel that he really puts in alot of effort to the marriage and as much as he could, making me feel comfortable living with his family. he tries harder at remembering things and very patient with me!

happy 1st wedding anniversary to ourselves and thank you Lord for giving us such a blessed marriage. =)

i love you hubby!



*a bit sad that we cant go for an overseas trip or some fancy place for dinner to spoil ourselves. but i guess my mil's black chicken soup toight would be as good. =)

they say i am the king now... but you putting up with me crazy mood is already making feel like one. ♥

the hubs ran into the room and happily chopped this :

\

on ME! 

when i stared that him, he happily replied..

darlin, you like one!

WHAT!?

grimace is purple like barney and you are wearing purple tooo!!



then he quickly ran out of the room before i could reply or kick his ass... yah he better run...

in the middle of his shower, he shouted from the toilet...

darling, did i soap myself?? i forgot...

no you didnt, i didnt smell the soap... 





seconds later...

DARLING, i soaped myself twice!!  

did i really married this man? o.O

look what the hubs got me! 

my fave!

but the usual ones i have can only buy 1/6 of the above...  love him to bits! 

***

i dont need promises of providing me with a better life - my life is already good as it is. 

i have a roof over my head, warm food on the table, a loving hubs to wake up to, a supportive family, good friends to share my joy and a able-bodied to earn my keep to buy my wants. 

just promise to be with me till the end.

the hubs was supposed to call my mother but he end up chatting with siri on my phone. which consist of various ways of pronouncing mom - MUM.. M O M.. MOM.. etc.. but the cold as ever siri kept responding with the same answer, i dont know who your mother is .. in fact, i do not know who you are but you can tell me...

LOL..

after keeping siri entertained for 20mins.. the hubs finally got it..

"MOM."
*siri then displays the number.
"CALL"
"CALL WHO?!"



WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

few nights ago...
the hubs: how do you want to celebrate your birthday?
me: i dont want to celebrate... we also never do anything special for your birthday... (we were at alishan on his birthday and there wasnt much choice of food for him to choose... poor boy)
the hubs: but you are special!

dunno what he have been eating in the day... honey maybe?


***

anyway, he bought me to tried the steak at black angus at orchard parade hotel. the place has been around for quite sometime but we never had the chance to go try it.

soup and appetizer. 

the main. 

the beef is as tender as they promise it to be. good!
just wasnt juicy like normal steak cus princess says its aged.

thanks lao gong for the birthday treat!


***


just a few minutes ago..
the hubs: what you doing?
me: writing down how much my darlin love me?
the hubs: but your darlin dont love you...
me: do you love me?
the hubs: yes..
me: then who are you?
the hubs: i am your lao-gong!

-_-"

My husband thinks he's God..

funny article and some how i can relate to it.. just a little bit. lol
source: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2259869/My-husband-thinks-hes-God--mothers-fault--Even-twenties-ran-bath-warmed-milk-cornflakes-AND-iced-car.html



My husband thinks he's God - and it's all his mother's fault!
By SARAH IVENS

Please don’t be jealous, but I share my house with a living saint. He was last seen on my sofa, declaring exhaustion after an hour at the supermarket with our 19-month-old son, William.

He needed to be ‘left alone’ to take a restorative nap.

Yes, my husband Russell is a self-proclaimed martyr. Don’t you know how totally exhausting supermarket shopping is on a Saturday? With a toddler in tow, no less?

I had asked him to do our weekly shop because I had been struck down by the ghastly sickness bug and he had no plans. Did he complain? Did he ever!

But before a stampede of indignant feminist wives beat a path to my door, ready to wring my husband’s neck (like I nearly did last Saturday), let me explain.

It’s not Russell’s fault he is the way he is. He was mollycoddled by his mother. Yes, dear reader, it’s her fault that the most mundane of challenges send him into the most pathetic of tailspins.

Spoiled, adored and over-indulged for nearly 30 of his 37 years on earth, I see the fact that he managed to make it to the supermarket and complete a weekly shop (albeit going slightly off-piste with alarming amounts of chocolate and a couple of lads’ mags) as nothing short of a miracle.

Janet, my mother-in-law, thinks my husband — her only son — is utterly perfect. She can’t do enough for him. No wonder he didn’t move out of the family home in Hertfordshire until he was 27.

Every morning, when he lived with her, she’d run his bath for him, then rush down to the kitchen to make his breakfast, even warming the milk for his cereal — just like she did when he was a toddler.

On winter mornings, while he soaked in his bubble bath, she’d head out into the cold and de-ice his car, so he wouldn’t miss his train to work.

After his weekly football games, she’d clean his boots in the garden, while he ate a warm, home-cooked meal.

She wouldn’t touch a sip of champagne on New Year’s Eve in case he and his friends got stuck and needed a lift home at 3am.

All she’d get as a reward was a kiss on the cheek and an occasional (very occasional, knowing my husband) bunch of flowers. But, such was her adoration of her man-child, that she simply didn’t care.

Luckily, I have a great relationship with my mother-in-law, so when she came to stay for a week recently, I tackled her on the subject — the poisoned chalice she’d handed me when I married him.

She happily admitted she’d always spoilt him rotten. 'I can’t help it!' she giggled, acknowledging that she’s largely responsible for making him expect constant praise and willing servitude from me and all who encounter him.

She explained: 'As not only our first child, but the first grandchild to my parents, Russell grew up worshipped by everyone in our extended family. He was a gorgeous little child, really funny and sweet, so he had us all wrapped around his little finger by the age of two. You know his grandad still calls him God.'

She wasn’t joking. I’d initially been a bit confused when we received cards: 'To God and Sarah'.

Until I’d been fully appraised of this unusual family dynamic, I’d always thought I was to blame for creating this domestic diva. I thought it was my fault he expected a giant pat on the back if he took the bins out.

Early in our marriage, I’d encouraged him to think he was special when he did the odd chore, to motivate him to help around the house more.

I told him he was wonderful for putting a new toilet roll in the holder, rather than balancing the replacement on top.

I thanked him profusely when his underpants found their way into the laundry bin, rather than lying, dotted like cotton stepping stones, across the carpet.

I sang his praises every time he decided to take charge of unloading the dishwasher.

I thought it was down to my own fulsome praise that, once we had started our own family, Russ peacocked around like Mick Jagger on stage whenever he deigned to change a nappy. But no: blame his mother.

But his reaction to the recent supermarket trip sent me over the edge. Ignoring that I was doubled up in pain from stomach cramps, he returned from the store huffing and puffing.

'I hope you appreciate what I’ve done,' he said. 'The store was packed with screaming kids and it took ages to get a parking space. I don’t think you realise how annoying it is, shopping on a Saturday.'

Ignoring my own pain, I managed to unpack the bags, while simultaneously keeping William away from the bottles of bleach, as Russell continued: 'I don’t mind doing it, as long as you’re grateful. I just want you to know it was quite tough but I did it.' 'You’re amazing, you’ll probably be asked to turn on the Oxford Street Christmas lights this year!' I replied, eyes rolling.

He disappeared to check the football scores and recover from his great sacrifice, while I fumed, silently cursing my over-indulgent mother-in-law.

At least I’m not alone. Plenty of wives suffer from the problems created by their other halves’ over-indulgent mothers.

I discovered this while sharing my well-versed top-ten list of Russell’s most self-congratulatory moments with my friend Nicola.

She was quick to point out her own little Mummy’s boy is just as bad. 'I entertain his family for a whole day, but he hides in his study after ten minutes of polite chat with my mother, then feels deserving of a quiet pint at the pub to recover,' she said.

'He expects a lie in if, for once, he gets up in the night to soothe the kids. At all other times, he expects to be worshipped. I blame his mother. She spoilt him. No wonder he now thinks he endures a life of hard knocks with a harridan wife.'

When I discussed this with my own little emperor later, he was unrepentant: 'I’ve always been a Mummy’s boy and it hasn’t done me any harm,' he said proudly.

But now someone is stealing his thunder: his own son William, who is — in my opinion — much cuter, sweeter and more deserving of attention than his father could ever be. Will William finally put an end to Russell’s status as treasured number-one son?

It would appear not. Russ seems to handle the competition surprisingly well; he has grown up to be so secure and confident he feels certain there is plenty of love to go round. And he has a point.

Despite being a bit misguided about what a superhero he is at times, he’s a lovely son, husband and father, and credit where it is due, I can praise him for that.

The same can be said for Janet.

'William looks just like Russ at that age,' she coos as she cuddles him, losing her heart to another boy, one generation down. 'He’s just as handsome and funny.'

I glowed at her kind words and she gave me a knowing look.

Yes, I’ve succumbed. I am now in her club: a devoted mother who would do anything for her little boy — even, I’m predicting, when he’s in his 30s with a family of his own.

Will I warm his milk? Quite possibly. Run his bath and defrost his car? Oh, all right.

In fact, I already feel sorry for my future daughter-in-law.


***


actually there is no sane parents out there who doesnt dote or spoiled their kids and they does it in their own way. my dad made me breakfast till the day i get married.

i just feel that as female, we have a stronger feel to fill his mother's shoes though that is not possible. they on the other hand expects no change in the "services" provided and little need to fill her daddy's shoes. =(

how i wish daddies are the ones who does the chores and so i can expect him to do it too!