This's my third (week) attempt at not eating so much, to just makan cam orang lain..it's already Thursday and i've failed miserably. I always start off quite beautifully as i leave for work usually but come the traffic jam or vavi drivers, i get pretty upset or fed up that i'd be stopping at the nearest petrol station and borong chocolates yg diaorg ada. Unstable kan i ni? Then in the evening when Mr Gig went for some shopping at Carrefour, he'd be bringing a big bar of chocolate back and the two of us would hide that thing in the fridge because taknak my maid nampak ...if not we're obliged to let her share our loot...but aku la yg maha selfish tu..aku cakap kat MG, tak yah la share ngan dia...kan i bagi dia pocket money (on top of hers salary), kalo dia nak dia boleh beli sendiri. Jahatkan aku??? then, bila maid dah naik tido, we'd be stuffing our faces, senyap je masa makan, savouring every bite and i tell myself, there's always tomorrow....
Then MG will tell me..yang, jangan makan banyak lagi, you dah gemuk..
Hamboi! Cam dia tak gemuk! Then, stop feeding me la!
Speaking of my maid...well, she's not the most perfect one but OK la..she looks after the baby well although benda2 lain tu tutup mata je la. When we got to know that she's from Padang, we all dah terbayang2 sambal ijo, dendeng daging etc. etc. But my maid ni, buat telur dadar pun jadi scrambled egg..hancus! And...of course there's no restriction..she can have anything from the fridge or larder but man man la...she always thinks that kalo MG and I makan sepacket chipsmore tu, she's also entitled to makan sepacket..i'm allright on most days but esah jolie, apa perasaan ko bila mak badak pau ko punya asaman ke, cadbury ko ke..kengkadang sampai habis???? Memang my maid ni high taste..nasik tak berapa nak makan..tapi bagi la bebenda cam chocs ke, cakes ke...i'm only very sensitive when it comes to my doughnuts, so kalo dia makan my share, itu yg kengkadang aku tersentap tu..kitaorg minum teh o je..dia milo...jangan ko main2!
(I have another 10 minutes before i have to make my way to the other place i work utk berjumpa dgn kekanak riang petang ni)
I have given up hope in raising Monty the cat into a macho one. He's 3 this year, kalo ikutkan umur manusia, he'd be 21 i think..old enough to vote. Before we had little D, he was the baby..tiap2 malam, a few times he'd be jumping into bed with us begging to be massaged. He likes jumping onto MG's tummy (pasal more cushy kut) so mamat tu suffered from sleep depravation mengalahkan cam ada anak kecik. Then when little D arrived, he's banished from bed...he was very confused at that time..he must have been saying, why la cannot now?? Mesti pasal si Yoda (little D) tu..at times he would sneaked into bed hiding under my blanket since i'm too soft hearted to kick him out ..now that little D is approaching 1 year old and i don't see any mega symptoms that she's allergic to her furry siblings, i'm slowly allowing Monty back into bed. Cey...mula2 buat tak nampak/rasa dia bawah blanket, pas tu kuit2 sikit ngan kaki...and last night konpem Monty knew he's been accepted back : he jumped onto MG's tummy begging for massage and MG pun tak sampai hati nak tolak dia dari katil..(jangan yg dua ekor tu pun nak join sama..mana muat katil mah!)
Tata, gotta go..
(Bella, ko hang on di situ yah..aku tak lupa pasal lunch date kita..cuma tersibuk sikit 2, 3 menjak ni..end of academic year mah!)
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