Tuesday, 28 October 2014

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.

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Wear to What

Omg. OH MY GOD. ohmygod!
I cringe every single time I have to dress up according to theme. Do I look like I am the sort who abide by the rules?
Well, I dont break rules but I love bending them.
So, this November, is my best friend's wedding. It is a wedding every one have been waiting for because this couple have been together for a decade or maybe a little more than that.
They concluded that their wedding is gonna be themed to a 1960s Malay Movie called Tiga Abdul. It is a western meets middle east genre, well you might want to Google Tiga Abdul or maybe Youtube it then you will know what I mean.
It is crazy, our friends are now on a shopping frenzy, looking and whats-apping everyone asking for opinions on what to wear and where to buy ideas as well as location.
Weddings nowadays, went up a notch. wedding dinner cum dinner and dance. Everyone hopes to win the Best Dress Award. Wishful thinking!
No doubt this is fun.
When can you Dress up. Not many companies organize such event anymore- only if you are lucky. and what are the odds, you get to party with friends and long lost friends at the same time but with your company you don't get to do that- right?
So you ask me what will I be wearing?
Im bending the rule off cos, well I'm torn between Coco Chanel and Twiggy inspired outfits right now.
Let me think again. Well they are women from the 60s aren't they?
I will probably leverage my time by asking where to buy these stuffs and then shop. Gosh i hate window shopping.
I will Come back and show you what I will be wearing on the 9th of November ok!




Wednesday, 22 October 2014

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.