Did you all read that piece of news last week?
The report stated that although most Malaysians agree that sex is important, fewer than two in five (38%) of them are satisfied with their sex lives.
According to the latest Durex Sexual Wellbeing Global Survey 2007/08 report, loss of romance and sexual prowess are key factors for the lack of sexual satisfaction.
I pick a quote in the report, “Many Malaysians have lost the sense of adventure, interest and romance, which explains why they are not fully enjoying their sex lives. "
Me..? well, if you ask me, let's just say I am more then contented. Ask hubby, he may tell you something else..ha ha...
Truth is, I think it's important to pay some good attention to your love life in general. For some the spark is diminished after some years and it's hard to blame then. Things get tough, life gets mundane and problems can easily cloud your relationship so it's not easy to rekindle that loss of romance. (plus a kid who refuses to leave you room ain't gonna help..!)
Hubby and I will be celebrating 18 years of marriage this year. If I write off the first 6-7 years as being the rocky years when you begin to really get over the pains of being married, then that would still give me at least a good 10-11 years.. long time huh..?
How do we keep it alive? Laugh a lot and enjoy the silly and mindless things that can make you go crazy. Leave some room for your own life but never forget to flirt..everyday if you can..!
As for the sexual prowess part of the survey - ayaa..cannot comment so publicly laah...
Monday, April 23, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
The tiny emerald...
Ok, I gave it some thought already. So, Hawaii cannot be considered sidered an option since I did call the islands home for many years, I had to come up with something else. And seeing that I am inclined towards islands and the sea, it naturally had to be Bora Bora. When times were good I had the chance to indulge in one of my loved activities which was to travel. And travel we did so although I cannot claim to have traveled the world over, I have been to lots of places and seen many many panoramic picture perfect sceneries that shall remain etched in my memory for a lifetime.
So, when I had to think of a place for this ‘tagging’ thing that my sil got me involved in, I find myself going back to a place with crystal clear waters, white sandy beaches, far far away. Ok, ok, so yes, Redang is beautiful and people say Sipadan’s underwater is unrivalled but I had to pick Bora Bora because it has that added bonus of being exotic.
Seen from the air, Bora Bora has been compared to that of "a tiny emerald in a setting of turquoise, encircled by a sheltering necklace of sparkling pearls".Now, isn’t that just awesome..!
Ok, before I go on, let me share some facts and figures -
Official Name - Bora Bora, part of the Society Islands of French Polynesia, an overseas territory of France, originally claimed in 1843
Seen from the air, Bora Bora has been compared to that of "a tiny emerald in a setting of turquoise, encircled by a sheltering necklace of sparkling pearls".Now, isn’t that just awesome..!
Ok, before I go on, let me share some facts and figures -
Official Name - Bora Bora, part of the Society Islands of French Polynesia, an overseas territory of France, originally claimed in 1843
Largest Town - Vaitape
Languages - French (official), Polynesian dialect
Official Currency - Comptoirs Francais du Pacifique franc
Religions - Protestant, Catholic, others
Population - 4,650
Land Area - 44 sq km (16.9 sq miles)
Bora Bora itself is rather small, and can be circled by car in about an hour.The lagoon is 3 times the size of the land mass and offers an amazing range of hues of blue and turquoise as you navigate its crystal waters.
Ooh la la.....I am geting visions in my head already...! But sorry, tak sempat get more pix la..
To the southeast of the island is the Coral Garden, a natural underwater park where all types of fish and corals are found.Off the Point Matira there is an area where the huge and graceful manta rays congregate for your viewing pleasure. There are other types of ray such as the beautiful spotted ray and the friendly gray ray which love to be petted during the "ray feeding" excursions.At the entrance of the pass, the "White valley" teems with gray sharks and barracudas in a never ending ballet.
So, who's coming with me..??
Monday, April 16, 2007
This thing called "tagging"
I have been tagged, so my sil tells me. Huh?? I saw that phrase quite awhile ago, I have been tagged by I can't remember who and I never did anything about it.
Now my dear sil tells me over the weekend she ahs tagged me. So now I am supposed to follow this through. Ok, seeing that she has asked about a place where I would most like to travel to, I ned to ask, does it have to be a place that I have never set foot on, or can it be a place I just want to travel to, irrespective of being a first time visitor or not..
Nothing comes to mind except the islands of Hawaii..seriously..I tried but nothing comes to mind. So I shall dream some more before I follow this through ok..
see, I can just see the waves, I can feel the sand and the breeze blowing in my face ...I can even hear the buses I used to take and the honking of the police along the streets... I can even have a visual walk-thru of the malls in my head...!!
aaah..I can literally smell the islands...will continue next time...
Now my dear sil tells me over the weekend she ahs tagged me. So now I am supposed to follow this through. Ok, seeing that she has asked about a place where I would most like to travel to, I ned to ask, does it have to be a place that I have never set foot on, or can it be a place I just want to travel to, irrespective of being a first time visitor or not..
Nothing comes to mind except the islands of Hawaii..seriously..I tried but nothing comes to mind. So I shall dream some more before I follow this through ok..
see, I can just see the waves, I can feel the sand and the breeze blowing in my face ...I can even hear the buses I used to take and the honking of the police along the streets... I can even have a visual walk-thru of the malls in my head...!!
aaah..I can literally smell the islands...will continue next time...
Friday, April 13, 2007
The Stork, the Stork
We got some bit of thrilling news yesterday. I’m getting a new niece or nephew…yeaaay…! A rather long awaited news, I was thrilled for my bro n family. Back home, while cuddling after our daily bedtime story with my precious, I shared the good news with him. This lil’ conversation took place : -
Mum : "Hey Haqim, guess what, you’re gonna get a new cousin u know..!"
Haqim: "Huh?"
Mum: "Airis and Jasmine are getting a new baby brother or baby sister..! isn’t that exciting?!"
Haqim : "yeaa…" (not totally amused)
Mum : " So, what do you think of that?"
Haqim : "Well, if it’s a boy, can Auntre Rin handle it?"
Mum: "What do you mean?" (totally bewildered at this point)
Haqim: " U know, Auntie Rin and Pakcik only have girls. They’ve never handled a boy before."
Mum: "Broke into fit laughter and TOTALLY amused..! Well, maybe you can help them out then."
Haqim: "But I’m just a kid mum"
Then added - "You and Daddy have 3 boys. You two would know how to handle if it’s a baby boy!"
Ha ha ha
When I told this to my colleagues at work today, they suggested perhaps tonite I shud tell Haqim we’re expecting a baby girl and after 3 boys, goodness, would we know how to handle a baby girl…??!
Later Haqim added, somewhat an afterthought I guess-
“Girls watch strange movies”
Mum: " Like what? "
Haqim : “ Like Little Mermaids and Fairies. And also Syaitan movies. (ask Airis’s mother about that one..) And Dora. So much Dora. I don’t like those….I like boys better."
So, there you go – that’s my son for you. We can probably expect more strange and amusing quips while we wait for the family's latest bundle to arrive. Meanwhile sis, enjoy the pregnancy…!!
Mum : "Hey Haqim, guess what, you’re gonna get a new cousin u know..!"
Haqim: "Huh?"
Mum: "Airis and Jasmine are getting a new baby brother or baby sister..! isn’t that exciting?!"
Haqim : "yeaa…" (not totally amused)
Mum : " So, what do you think of that?"
Haqim : "Well, if it’s a boy, can Auntre Rin handle it?"
Mum: "What do you mean?" (totally bewildered at this point)
Haqim: " U know, Auntie Rin and Pakcik only have girls. They’ve never handled a boy before."
Mum: "Broke into fit laughter and TOTALLY amused..! Well, maybe you can help them out then."
Haqim: "But I’m just a kid mum"
Then added - "You and Daddy have 3 boys. You two would know how to handle if it’s a baby boy!"
Ha ha ha
When I told this to my colleagues at work today, they suggested perhaps tonite I shud tell Haqim we’re expecting a baby girl and after 3 boys, goodness, would we know how to handle a baby girl…??!
Later Haqim added, somewhat an afterthought I guess-
“Girls watch strange movies”
Mum: " Like what? "
Haqim : “ Like Little Mermaids and Fairies. And also Syaitan movies. (ask Airis’s mother about that one..) And Dora. So much Dora. I don’t like those….I like boys better."
So, there you go – that’s my son for you. We can probably expect more strange and amusing quips while we wait for the family's latest bundle to arrive. Meanwhile sis, enjoy the pregnancy…!!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Horrendous Saturday
I was on my regular weekend duty at one of our sites this past Saturday with another female colleague. As with any other developer show houses, we attend to potential walk-in purchasers. This particular project of ours had been on the market for over a year and most of the units have since been sold so we no longer get a stream of visitors. Which means things can get very quiet whenever we go on duty.
This last Saturday was no exception. Since morning we only had a handful of visitors. Things were quiet sometime just before noon when a couple of Malay men walked in, saying they were from one of the local banks. The bank they mentioned is already part of our panel of end-financiers so we were skeptical why these men came on their own. Furthermore, they were not dressed in their bank T-shirts and when asked for their name cards, they claimed they didn’t have any.
For the most part, my colleague attended to them but the couple of times that I neared them, I noticed that the men spoke in very hushed tones. After my colleague had briefed them, at which juncture most other visitors would say thank you and leave - these men did neither. Instead, we realized they had made themselves comfortable at the chairs where our bankers desk are located, on the opposite end of the room. Uncomfortable with their presence without anyone else around, my colleague politely showed them the door.
They held out their hands to shake ours before walking out- something most other visitors hardly ever do – but instead of getting into that green kancil they came with, they merely stood near the car and started chatting. And they continued so for at least 15 mins. I thought that was strange because it was, after all, a hot afternoon. Moreover, since the two of them had come together, if they had wanted to chat some more, they could have done so in their car - out of the premises.
They left, but not before we took down their license plate no. We gave the no to the security at the entrance but about an hour or so later, we were stunned when we saw the car drive in again. The guard was not at the guardpost– can’t expect much, he’s an old man. We began to get rather wary because the kancil had driven past the main entrance and headed to our covered parking which only has 3 stalls – already taken up by my colleague and me. So we could see that they were parked at the 3rd spot but from where we were there was no way we could tell if they remained in their car or had left. The frightening bit is this - there is anther entry point from the back which was merely another glass sliding door.
Scared out of our wits, we called a male colleague who promised to send someone soon. Nobody came till more than 40 minutes later so all the while we locked ourselves in the show house, feeling more anxious by the minute. We finally spotted the guard and waved frantically at him through the glass panels but to our dismay he barely raised a wink.
In the end, one of the project site guys came, and approached the two men in their car. They claimed they were waiting for a friend. Very strange excuse. My female colleague was too scared to remain there even a minute longer so we locked up and left. One of the men asked me ‘dah tutup ke kak, petang ni akak datang balik tak?” to which I did not reply in the affirmative.
Back at work on Monday, we called the bank they mentioned and were told the bank never sent out any officers to our site. Frankly, I doubt the men were crazy or trigger happy lunatics but their intentions were nonetheless very questionable.
That was not a pleasant episode, let me tell you. And although I’m certain it was nowhere near the traumatic experience of being held hostage, it was enough to make me feel helpless and weak in the knees.
So – that was my Saturday afternoon – interesting is quite an understatement. Horrendous is more like it..!
This last Saturday was no exception. Since morning we only had a handful of visitors. Things were quiet sometime just before noon when a couple of Malay men walked in, saying they were from one of the local banks. The bank they mentioned is already part of our panel of end-financiers so we were skeptical why these men came on their own. Furthermore, they were not dressed in their bank T-shirts and when asked for their name cards, they claimed they didn’t have any.
For the most part, my colleague attended to them but the couple of times that I neared them, I noticed that the men spoke in very hushed tones. After my colleague had briefed them, at which juncture most other visitors would say thank you and leave - these men did neither. Instead, we realized they had made themselves comfortable at the chairs where our bankers desk are located, on the opposite end of the room. Uncomfortable with their presence without anyone else around, my colleague politely showed them the door.
They held out their hands to shake ours before walking out- something most other visitors hardly ever do – but instead of getting into that green kancil they came with, they merely stood near the car and started chatting. And they continued so for at least 15 mins. I thought that was strange because it was, after all, a hot afternoon. Moreover, since the two of them had come together, if they had wanted to chat some more, they could have done so in their car - out of the premises.
They left, but not before we took down their license plate no. We gave the no to the security at the entrance but about an hour or so later, we were stunned when we saw the car drive in again. The guard was not at the guardpost– can’t expect much, he’s an old man. We began to get rather wary because the kancil had driven past the main entrance and headed to our covered parking which only has 3 stalls – already taken up by my colleague and me. So we could see that they were parked at the 3rd spot but from where we were there was no way we could tell if they remained in their car or had left. The frightening bit is this - there is anther entry point from the back which was merely another glass sliding door.
Scared out of our wits, we called a male colleague who promised to send someone soon. Nobody came till more than 40 minutes later so all the while we locked ourselves in the show house, feeling more anxious by the minute. We finally spotted the guard and waved frantically at him through the glass panels but to our dismay he barely raised a wink.
In the end, one of the project site guys came, and approached the two men in their car. They claimed they were waiting for a friend. Very strange excuse. My female colleague was too scared to remain there even a minute longer so we locked up and left. One of the men asked me ‘dah tutup ke kak, petang ni akak datang balik tak?” to which I did not reply in the affirmative.
Back at work on Monday, we called the bank they mentioned and were told the bank never sent out any officers to our site. Frankly, I doubt the men were crazy or trigger happy lunatics but their intentions were nonetheless very questionable.
That was not a pleasant episode, let me tell you. And although I’m certain it was nowhere near the traumatic experience of being held hostage, it was enough to make me feel helpless and weak in the knees.
So – that was my Saturday afternoon – interesting is quite an understatement. Horrendous is more like it..!
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Iya Buk...??
Ok.,the maid is finally here. And since she came after our previous one had left so I had to pretty much teach her everything lah. Not something I relish doing. First impression, ok, ok lah, but becos I found out from here she had gone for a brief beauty course before that makes me a little cautious. Maybe becos our previous maid never even bothered to paint here lips at all. But my colleague tells me I should find out if she can give me at least a foot massage from time to time..! A common friend of ours has a maid at home who gives her a good body massage whenever she asks..
Anyway, I briefly wne through some of her stuff and so far have found she has a whitening product and a set of make-up or rather a color palate on her dressing table.. Even I don’t own one of those color palates ok.. One thing though - because she likes these beauty courses and all, she knows how to take care of herself so she does not have body odor. But she strikes me as one of those maids who would be enjoy a nice chat with the other maids at the padang in the evenings, something our old maid never did, or had any interest for whatsoever.
She is still very slow of course and does not know ginger from mushroom. Yesterday I taught her how to clean squids and although I showed her how to remove the purplish layer on the outside, I did not specify the slight purplish spots on the small elongated tentacles are fine. She seemed to take forever to clean them squids, and later I realized she was trying her best to remove those tiny spots on the tentacles as well.. no wonder she was taking forever.
On the first day I had showed her how to use the washing machine and yesterday morning even loaded the first load and told her to just turn the faucet on and put in the detergent. I then left for a 30 min errand and when I came home she asked why the machine wasn’t spinning well. “Penuh sangat ke buk..?” she asked. Goodness, dah lah my washing machine is so damn old, (older than Shaf who turns 14 this year!!), no wonder the darn thing wasn’t spinning. She had filled up the load even more, and so the clothes had no room to move at all…!
She seems afraid to talk to our precious, maybe because Haqim speaks mainly English. I tell her that it is an opportunity for her to pick up the language but so far she just nods and smiles.
Well, in short, I can expect a tiring first few weeks. Hubby and I have long thought our previous girl was good and quite dependable. She hardly gave us any real problems and was very happy to stay in the background. Now I do kinda miss her deep throaty voice and just hope this new one will learn things around the house soon enough.
I just rang the house and when asked what she was doing, she said, “enggak apa-apa, beres beres aja di dapur”. For a moment I was stunned. She then elaborated and I realized it really meant dia tengah kemas dapur....oh my, what an interesting time I’ll have these upcoming weeks..
Anyway, I briefly wne through some of her stuff and so far have found she has a whitening product and a set of make-up or rather a color palate on her dressing table.. Even I don’t own one of those color palates ok.. One thing though - because she likes these beauty courses and all, she knows how to take care of herself so she does not have body odor. But she strikes me as one of those maids who would be enjoy a nice chat with the other maids at the padang in the evenings, something our old maid never did, or had any interest for whatsoever.
She is still very slow of course and does not know ginger from mushroom. Yesterday I taught her how to clean squids and although I showed her how to remove the purplish layer on the outside, I did not specify the slight purplish spots on the small elongated tentacles are fine. She seemed to take forever to clean them squids, and later I realized she was trying her best to remove those tiny spots on the tentacles as well.. no wonder she was taking forever.
On the first day I had showed her how to use the washing machine and yesterday morning even loaded the first load and told her to just turn the faucet on and put in the detergent. I then left for a 30 min errand and when I came home she asked why the machine wasn’t spinning well. “Penuh sangat ke buk..?” she asked. Goodness, dah lah my washing machine is so damn old, (older than Shaf who turns 14 this year!!), no wonder the darn thing wasn’t spinning. She had filled up the load even more, and so the clothes had no room to move at all…!
She seems afraid to talk to our precious, maybe because Haqim speaks mainly English. I tell her that it is an opportunity for her to pick up the language but so far she just nods and smiles.
Well, in short, I can expect a tiring first few weeks. Hubby and I have long thought our previous girl was good and quite dependable. She hardly gave us any real problems and was very happy to stay in the background. Now I do kinda miss her deep throaty voice and just hope this new one will learn things around the house soon enough.
I just rang the house and when asked what she was doing, she said, “enggak apa-apa, beres beres aja di dapur”. For a moment I was stunned. She then elaborated and I realized it really meant dia tengah kemas dapur....oh my, what an interesting time I’ll have these upcoming weeks..
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