The Ultimate Peeves

Here is the countdown to MY

Top 10 pet peeves drumroll

10. Toilet seat left open (applies only to home bathroom).

There was an article I read somewhere, which aggravated my paranoia. A dirty truth about the toilet bowl and the toothbrush. There was an experiment that showed the toothbrushes was tainted with speckles of fecal if you do not cover the seats, especially when it is within a radius of 60cm. I fear not only myself but also my family members.

9. Finger prints on mirror / glasses

Only the mind of an OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) would get this. Only you know what I mean. We cringe and our eyes itch every time we see this.

8.People talking(loudly) across the karaoke room while you’re singing like crazy.

Your voice is a muscle. Every muscle movement is an effort. And off cos, you feel under appreciated.

7.They abruptly (rudely) cut your story short & then conveniently digressing into a whole different subject.

Like what?! Either he is deaf or I am the boring one. or maybe She’s into her retarded moment. Or maybe I was too soft. No but yeah, but no, but yeah.

6.No courtesy call or text to tell you about the cancelled meeting.

Well, I think it is more like avoiding your calls and they refuse to give you a courtesy text so that you won’t be waiting like a bloody fool. Sometimes I feel like the table is turned back to you. It becomes your fault for the 500 miss calls. It becomes your fault that they bailed on you. Some people are just thick in the head.

5.Senseless Dressing

Ultra short shorts showing off saggy bums makes me boil. Call me conservative, old aunty, old school and not fashionable. Well sister, fashion are made to phase out (OUT OF FASHION) so I don’t care. Take those micro pants to the beach not the streets. You are just degrading your little saggy bum for no reason. Not worth it. You wanna be in style and in fashion, well have some pride then.

4.STOMP! – seriously unnecessary news and complaints.

Annoying reports. Enough said.

3.Extra Territorial.

People who crosses my personal space and then I get anxious. If you see me tremble, just walk away.

2.One who knows me for only two days and speaks in innuendos (I am directing this to the men!)

Ewwww!!! No ok noooo! Like ok stay as far away as you can before I shoot you with a silver bullet. I have come across such people and they’re usually old perverts. Do I have a singnage flickering on my forehead or what?

1.The Me-too and the I’m-gonna-get-the-same-thing-You-have Syndrome.

Shut up already. I don’t need to know. Stay away you problematic piece of crap. I don’t need a clown as my clone.

SO, this the ultimate list and its a wrap.

• breathe, breathe-

B.A.L.I

 

Date: 25th May-18th June

Duration: 25days

So here are my updates on the not-so-recent travel I did with Zyan.

Just the both of us cos the my 1st love Atiq has school to attend to. He is 12, if you need to know, so school is pretty important now.

Anyway, I decide to forego my Spain-Portugal-Paris trip for this because I want this little one to follow and experience Bali's crazy air and waves. PLUS, being with me for a full 25days, no one else.

1st week is Learning Week

We learned surfing with Rip Curl School of surf in Legian.

He loved but got tired and cold after like hmmm 30mins?

Well I got him a one-on-one class with the instructorè, Adi. How cute my son. I was very nervous for him actually, his first time without me in the sea, on a board but I have to throw him out there to learn. Im hardcore like that. I kept repeating to myself, " He's a boy its ok. Let him be."

So

Next was my turn to take the board and educate myself with a whole new surfing vocabulary. It was all worth it. learned for to Eskimo roll, how to look at the rips and learn the swells etc. We had 1 hour of theory lesson and 1 hour of practical for 2days. i was pretty much surprised that I could ride the wave in spite of my injured tailbone. I can't feel the pain while in the water. So this is how water therapy feel like, now I know.

We did our trips up to Ubud and Tanah Lot as well. He enjoyed it but I didn't cos' traffic was horrible.

2nd week : We Explore into the Beauty

Our week 2 was the best so by cos we adapted to the bali way of life, weather and time.

We did the 

Gitgit waterfall

Uluwatu Temple

Pura Besakih

Padang-padang beach

Pandawa the secret beach ( but not a secret anymore, just like Victoria's Secret)

Our Villa Ampels in Uluwatu was Amazing. Amazing view from our porch, amazing staffs, and what is amazing it is a 5 minutes walk to padang-padang beach.

Let me show you, this is what we woke up to every morning. The view from our porch.

 And Zyan got his daily dosage of pool, 2 times a day for 6 days.

This is what we did on the 10th of May- yes, Mom's bday.

We hung out watching sunset by this beautiful cliff restaurant

Blue Haven.

This is love.

Learned:

1) 25days of patience.

2) Independence: Pros and Cons. You are the controller, you are the pilot without the air trafic controller, uses a lot of brain juice and power. It is therefore very exhausting.

3)No parental (Mine) Government : Pros and Cons too. hehe

4) Heightened my survivor mode & intuitions i feel like a lioness. Ever Ready to prance at any danger.

5) My organization skills went up 10 notch (*ehem).

- Monetarily, i , off cos need to calculate, $2000 for 25days/ 2 of us.

- Time: This is crutial as well. As for me, I prefer to not drive at night unless no choice, not on Bali roads not with my kid around. It is dangerous due to the poor of street lights, I rather not take that risk. 8pm latest.

- Logistically: Bottled water, Fresh-clean clothes, Meals, munchies, transportation.

- Geographically: have you seen the map of bali? It is basically not KUTA or Seminyak only. There are other much much beautiful places you know.

- Organizing our itinerary: Like I said, its not only Kuta and Seminyak and ubud Only. So, I had to organize where to go and which day to go. If we're too tired to wake up too early to travel to Gitgit and Lovina or not, loads of consideration. Oh well, sometimes we just do it.

We kinda busted our funds a little bit with some unforeseen miscellaneous and expenses like fines, punctured tyre and unnecessary 'tour guides' but OH WELL these things happen, I moved on. Sigh.

All in all we had fun, memories were made and I tell you, it was 'unerasable' for Zyan. He learned and adapted to my habits, behavoir and whatsoever. We learned to make each other happy and make do with what we have and what we do not have. I guess this is just like being in any relationship.

Despite all the hardships and the almost naturalist lifestyle, he loved his time there and he request to go back to Bali - Again.

Bitch

Not the noun but the verb.

 

I am trying means and ways to stop bitching about anyone or stop bitching with anyone.

This is the toughest especially.

This Bitch knows no boundary, it does not discriminate. It is everywhere like a plague, a mind and mouth plague.
This could happen in family, workplace, friends and form of the human relationship, there will be bitching.

No wonder Gossip Girl was so addictive back then. WHO HATES GOSSIP? I can tell you..no one. Everybody loves Gossip.. xoxo. 

Well I need to try and cut that down, even better, stop.

But the only way to stop is to self-isolate or be on social strike. Gosh, how is that even possible. It could be possible and it is going to be painful. 

Not being in the most powerful and most influential social media ( you know what) is hard, it is very hard. I need a divine intervention to help me 'unhook' myself from this. But hey, it is possible. IT IS!

As long as I am in the cyber world and connected and networking this goes on.  The bitch goes on. Maybe I have cut own on the bitch but there will still be reading on larva hot gossips, exchanging of information of some creatures i called friends or the USE-TO-CALL-FRIENDS. 

Good bye world & Hello Social Siberia? Maybe baby or Maybe not.

Sleep is for the weak

I use to think that sleep is for the weak. When you're feeling weak you sleep.
But not now. Sleep is precious. I feel like my mind crash if I do not have enough sleep.

Everything I use to believe ten years ago is making its toll.
My head contradicts my body. I cannot even tell myself, mind over matter, cause I mind to whatever matters. So help me God.

I think I have grown weak. My threshold for pain has drastically gone down by 10 notches. To think That I have a gazillion more things to do on my to-do-list, I really need to toughen my physique my friend. Where has the tough chick gone to?

I quit a whole lot of things in the last 10 years (old nocturnal habits) which includes partying. My body cannot comprehend the night life anymore. Im yawning my jaw out at 11pm.
WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?

This is the next phase, the transition.

The Grandmomster Flash

Those were the days where moms do not need to work, stay home and look after their kids and home stuffs.

And those were the days when moms can sleep as and when they want to after they have done with feeding the kids, doing house chores.

The Maternal Grandma a.k.a Nenek (Malay)

I use to listen to my mom telling me about how my grandma use to take afternoon naps after feeding her kids, the cats after she was done with her house chores. What else can she do? Well, what else would she do?

Those were back in the 60s. Life was much much much simpler then. Knowledge was more like an oblivion- well to some.

They were not from a well to do family, where money was scarce. Everything from books to bajus (clothes) were hand me downs. Husband not always around for them (at least i think so). You see, my late granddad was a merchant from India and he sometimes visit his family back in Maadras. He is always busy with  his small spice shop as well. I am not very sure that he did very well in his spice and groceries business but I did know that he lost one of his valuable property which could have left my late grandma and his children in good hands right now, to his 'most trusted friend'. what i meant by lost it was that there was no legal documents signed during that time, so his friend took that as an advantage, left nothing for my family. Yeap. Those days, people hold on to words too much. Mistakes.

My grandma moved on and she later learned that she should make some money and started her own seamstress line. nothing of a big big business, it was more like a family thing.

sewing for families. Cousins and nieces would let her sew for a price. She was a lucky woman, children grew up well, earning good to look after her well being. She's blessed in that way- very blessed.

I miss her so much - emo -

My Paternal Grandma a.k.a Bohju (Nepali)

This side of my Nepalese family, the paternal side that is,  sailed from India to Singapore. Just to build their business right from the scratch.

This is something my dad never wanted to follow. It was a business of tattoos and merchandise. My dad hates tattoos to begin with. So he took his flight and joined the oil and gas industry.

When my late grandfather died in 1977, he left the business to my grandma. She managed it quite well. Fed her kids with love, luxury and knowledge. Although it was not a multi million dollar business, it was enough to feed everyone in the family of eight. It perished along with her demise. right now, the legacy she left is suffocating and is on a life support. The legacy she left with her two sons, brutally gone down. I guess made the right move.

My point here is, both of them were worked to feed their needs as well as their children and not being one hundred percent dependable on their husbands. With this as my case studies, I conclude that all moms should be making their own money by working, the conventional or non conventional way, be a 'mom-trepreneur' if you can, do what ever possible to save up for those rainy days.

Let's talk about this soon.

See Ya'll Momsters soon.