Any ideas?

I have to come up with a name for a loan product, targeted towards women entrepreneurs. Any suggestions?

Sacrifices I Made...

Was watching episode 10 of Desperate Housewives' Season 5 (while folding clothes, I always have to watch something while doing housework)- when Carlos got his sight back and noticed how Gaby's closet seems to be void of designer clothes, shoes, handbags and jewelry. He then realised just how much Gaby has sacrificed for him. So when Gaby came back with the base ball signed by Lou Gehrig, which she sold earlier to make mortgage payments, what Carlos did later just choked me up. He sold it and with the money, he bought her a beautiful designer dress...

Now, my closet was never filled with designer wear and I have no illusions of hubby doing something like that for me. He didn't even get it (he can be quite moist) when I made him watch that scene.

What I'm trying to say is, sometimes you sacrifice something in life, for the sake of love. If you hope that your other half (or his dysfunctional family) is gonna notice, think again. It's just you against the world, kid...

Confessions of a Shopaholic

Thanks to Izza, hubby and I saw the long awaited chick flick! To not spoil the surprise for those who have yet to see it, all I can say is, the movie is quite different from the book. And although Isla Fisher is lovely, I pictured a different Becky Bloomwood in my mind, as I did Luke Brandon.

So girls, you can’t really shop like Becky so why not live vicariously through her? Go watch the movie and enjoy!

An open letter to my in laws

It has almost been a year since your brother / son was retrenched. He has been applying everywhere but no luck thus far. So from a double income, we have shrunk to a single income, mine. I love your son / brother so this is just a temporary setback. But do you know how many wives leave their husbands due to this setback? What if it’s your daughters supporting their unemployed husband? Wouldn’t you be concerned that your daughter is shouldering the financial burden alone?

I’m not asking for financial help. Though I know you can afford to, what with the Porsche, BMWs & Merc lining up in your garage. How you can afford to buy bungalows at a time when everyone is hit by the economic downturn. How when your son was hospitalized, you were holidaying in Langkawi. How during Raya, your best crystals were used for guests. How you can spend RM200K on renovation alone. How your son and daughter study overseas. How you can afford to quit your job and become a lady of leisure.

No, this is not about money. All I want is for you to acknowledge that even if I’m a bitch of a daughter / sister in law, I have been a supportive and loving wife. Would it kill you to say – “Thank God you are working?”

I know I shouldn’t need your acknowledgement or appreciation. God knows I’ll never get it from you. But as I need to focus on the positive, I need to unload my bitterness and get on with my life. And hopefully, it would be without you in it.

Kyle's My Good Boy

Was watching "Bolt" today while doing my housework (folding clothes, mopping room etc). I have no illusions that any of my furkids have super powers but I do wonder if, should they get lost, would they be able to find their way home? I lost Nala once, we had just shifted and it wasn't until 11pm, (she was missing since morning) did we find her again.

I let Snuggle & Fluffy out on weekends, confident that they know the area like the back of their paws. But not Kyle though. He's my baby boy and until I know he can find his way home, his domain for now will just be the inside of our house...

Pleasant Surprise...

It was 7pm, I was resting on my bed watching something on Hallmark when I received a call. "Hi Puteri!" I was jolted out of bed. "Sharm!"

We've kept in touch pretty much via sms as both of us weren't doing so well with emails. But I last spoke to Sharm when she and Sumi came back late last year. Talking to Sharm on the phone made me just want to pick her up from her place in Klang, hangout at a kopitiam, have kaya toast and talk about everything under the sun...

Sharm, Sumi and Jan will be coming back for Christmas and that's 285 days away...here's looking forward to that!

Kyle in a box...

Kyle has been with us since 7 June 2008. From a tiny furball, he has ballooned to a hefty 5kg. In this picture he can still fit in the box but can't do that anymore.

Totally my baby, he comes to me when he needs cuddling but hates it when hubby picks him up. He would meow and it would sound like a motorcycle running!

He prefers to sleep in bathroom due to his thick fur (he's Persian) and sometimes he will push hubby off his cotton pillow coz it is cooler than mine and directly underneath the aircond...

No more secrets

My brother finally came clean with my parents and his kids on his work situation. As he wanted to do it in private, both Lan and I stayed away from our parent's house. I texted him yesterday, asking what was our parent's reaction to the news. He said "Ok, no one fainted."

So now the question is, when do I reveal my secret to them? How I could not say anything when I feel angry about my in laws not acknowledging the fact that I have been carrying my hubby for almost a year now? How this is not the first time? How I feel upset that they have never been thankful that I chose (and still do) to still stay with him? How I have to bite my tongue each time my mum praises my in laws? Oh, to have it out in the open...what I wouldn't do to have that...

When you are the the receiving end...

My immediate boss has always been telling me that our Head of Dept isn't such a bad person and I should learn to ''connect" with the boss. That is, until the boss was pushing my immediate boss. Suddenly it was OK to snap at the boss and walk out of the boss' room...

Moral of the story - don't assume you know the situation until you are faced with the same scenario...now who's having the last laugh???

Rain, rain, go away

Who would have thought parking my car at Dataran Merdeka would make a runner out of me...it has been raining heavily since 3pm yesterday and I told myself I should go back sharp at 5:45pm to avoid any unforseen incidents (car park turning into a swimming pool). But as my boss was giving out tasks to complete, I was focused on the research I had to do that I didn't realise it was already 6pm. Suddenly someone said "the river is at its brim, go back!"

I quickly switched off my PC and hurried out of the office. Walking towards Dataran, I could see the river next to it almost overflowing to the street. That made me sprint to the basement parking lot. Syukur Alhamdulillah, it was still dry. Panting in car (due to the infrequent running activity), I drove out quickly and headed towards the old train station as I guessed Jln Parlimen & Duta would be flooded...and I was right...

Am just glad that I escaped this time around. Now aren't you glad you're not working in KL?

First Flea Market Experience...

Thanks to Izza, we signed up for a flea market in Shah Alam today. We were there since 9am (me & hubby) and seeing the organisers still struggling with the banners, we left for breakfast after paying the fee of RM30 per booth and booking a prime spot. Izza showed up around 10am and by 12noon, we melted under the scorching sun. Wanting to give up by 3pm, Amelia dropped by and bought a bag (RM10), Azlan bought a mug (RM2), which almost paid for the booth. Then by 4pm, a teenager, who was also a Spawn fan, bought hubby's action figure for RM120. Not bad for spending almost a day out. We finally packed up by 5:30pm but not before running into my first cousin and his wife. I can't remember how long ago I last met them...

Will we take part in future flea markets? If they decide to have it again at Dataran Shah Alam, they should start at 6pm and end it at 12midnight, that's when there's a huge crowd...