I am just done with my mum's presentation on Epidural. Yucks. For the gross pictures I had to paste on her deck. For the detailed picture of a dissected spine in life, the procedure of administering the epidural and yada yada yada.
I loss my appetite. I loss my sense about giving birth is a beautiful thing. And I am reminded why at 35 I am still carefree and happy.
Why even I have chosen the path I have chosen today ie. not having a kid.
I mean, Google anywhere, I am sure when one gets into medical details of these stuff from epidural, to child birth, from normal to Cesarean, it does makes all lovely things attached to it looks grey, bleak and horrorific.
Really.
Thank God I'm done with my mum's stuff and I refuse to linger on (as I normally would) to read on things. I just did what I am asked to type and I quickly saved up for her.
Yucks. He he...
Honestly, all mother deserve more than a pat on the shoulder and all the love in this world I tell you. For all the stuff they go through just to give birth to idiots like us.
Anyway, I'll be going back to the city about 11pm later and boy, how I drag my feet. It's Wednesday tomorrow and I will have to start working as I usually do - like there is never tomorrow.
But of course, behind my head, I'm planning for another short trip. I just need the breaks these days while watching the on going drama in the office. Kind of a back seat movie ticket I got from the door man for free.
So far, no death-fying calls from anyone in the office so I believe and trust everything is quiet at the front. Phew.
Yesterday, my mum, Eugene and I made a trip to the ikan bakar joint which we used to frequent long ago. But unfortunately, we were slapped RM74.30 for 5 cincaru (fish that most people don't want to want), 3 big squids (not Paul), stirred fried vegs, few packs of Nasi Lemak, handful otak-otak and 2 huge jug of pure sugar cane. It is utterly pricey for Malacca standards.
So much so that my mum and I despite bring full up to the brim, forced ourselves to finish that sugar cane drink regardless. It was RM10 a jug! Beat that.
And yes, it would be the last time I'm ever going to Pernu for this ikan bakar ordeal.
My mum exclaimed that they were double standard with the charging between Malays and Chinese (because she saw the previous person who was a Malay paid only RM50++ for a much longer list of things they ate).
But I refuse to agree and only wanted to settle with the fact that the place is just PLAIN pricey. And I wanted to end the evening pleasant by consoling everyone that treat it as a donation to people. For whatever the reason.
And mind you, their standard have deteriorated from the last we were there. The kuah itself (which is the MOST important thing) tasted utterly bland. Given my useless culinary skills, I would even make matter kuah than this. Honestly.
Anyway, so much for this drama. I am about to log off now. I need to freshen up and go lay on the bed / sofa / carpet or whatever permits. Preparing my mum's deck was enough of a trauma for me... hehehe. I need rest.
Take care everyone. Be good...
I loss my appetite. I loss my sense about giving birth is a beautiful thing. And I am reminded why at 35 I am still carefree and happy.
Why even I have chosen the path I have chosen today ie. not having a kid.
I mean, Google anywhere, I am sure when one gets into medical details of these stuff from epidural, to child birth, from normal to Cesarean, it does makes all lovely things attached to it looks grey, bleak and horrorific.
Really.
Thank God I'm done with my mum's stuff and I refuse to linger on (as I normally would) to read on things. I just did what I am asked to type and I quickly saved up for her.
Yucks. He he...
Honestly, all mother deserve more than a pat on the shoulder and all the love in this world I tell you. For all the stuff they go through just to give birth to idiots like us.
Anyway, I'll be going back to the city about 11pm later and boy, how I drag my feet. It's Wednesday tomorrow and I will have to start working as I usually do - like there is never tomorrow.
But of course, behind my head, I'm planning for another short trip. I just need the breaks these days while watching the on going drama in the office. Kind of a back seat movie ticket I got from the door man for free.
So far, no death-fying calls from anyone in the office so I believe and trust everything is quiet at the front. Phew.
Yesterday, my mum, Eugene and I made a trip to the ikan bakar joint which we used to frequent long ago. But unfortunately, we were slapped RM74.30 for 5 cincaru (fish that most people don't want to want), 3 big squids (not Paul), stirred fried vegs, few packs of Nasi Lemak, handful otak-otak and 2 huge jug of pure sugar cane. It is utterly pricey for Malacca standards.
So much so that my mum and I despite bring full up to the brim, forced ourselves to finish that sugar cane drink regardless. It was RM10 a jug! Beat that.
And yes, it would be the last time I'm ever going to Pernu for this ikan bakar ordeal.
My mum exclaimed that they were double standard with the charging between Malays and Chinese (because she saw the previous person who was a Malay paid only RM50++ for a much longer list of things they ate).
But I refuse to agree and only wanted to settle with the fact that the place is just PLAIN pricey. And I wanted to end the evening pleasant by consoling everyone that treat it as a donation to people. For whatever the reason.
And mind you, their standard have deteriorated from the last we were there. The kuah itself (which is the MOST important thing) tasted utterly bland. Given my useless culinary skills, I would even make matter kuah than this. Honestly.
Anyway, so much for this drama. I am about to log off now. I need to freshen up and go lay on the bed / sofa / carpet or whatever permits. Preparing my mum's deck was enough of a trauma for me... hehehe. I need rest.
Take care everyone. Be good...
