Too many interests, too little time.
On our ROMniversary this year, my weekly cleaner broke the wedding cake topper that I keep as momento.
It was not the first time, so the damage was pretty bad.
Both bride and groom decapitated. Hands and arms broken on each.
Bad omen? I definitely wondered. However, putting it all together again with superglue felt strangely therapeutic.
A reminder that marriage takes work.
Anyway, good as new now.
Well, at least now it is.
On Tuesday night, I had the craziest dream.
I dreamt I was having a face-to-face conversation with a beautiful Beyoncé looking tenant with a full afro. She was moving out and taunting me about not planning to clean the room she rented. I was super certain she had seriously trashed the room.
For some reason, in my dream, I had the guts to tell her to either clean it up or pay the bill for cleaners I would get. Anyone who knows me knows I do not have such guts in real life.
She then made some snarky remark, which I can’t recall now, but I got this huge wave of rage, and I lunged at her with both my hands to choke her neck and I did it IN REAL LIFE too!
So I ended up JABBING some part of Jason who was sleeping next to me!
He naturally “WTF?!”-ed me and I woke up.
I could actually feel my upper body lunging in real life and my nails digging into his flesh!
I apologised to Jason and told him it was a dream. I had to explain I wasn’t attacking him, but doing it to the dream person.
After Jason fell back asleep (really quickly, cause he’s chill like that), I checked the time and it was 2AM.
The terrible Hauntu night dream was about 2:30AM also.
I started to think about how the timing was so similar. Which led me to think that maybe I kena rasuk by an evil spirit out to kacau me, or Jason, or me via Jason since I love him. Let’s just say my mind is able to reach these levels of crazy, haha.
First thing I did on Wednesday morning was to WhatsApp my mom the entire incident hoping she will pray for me. This is why I call myself agnostic and not an atheist despite how often I declare religion is a bane to society.
Bless my mom because she told my dad and both of them called me before noon and offered to take me to temple.
We went all the way to Ampang temple for prayers. Brought flowers and amulets back home to mandi bunga also.
After I did all that, I felt soooooo relieved. The smell of the burnt amulets were soooooo comforting. 😂
I know all this is in my mind, so I’m glad I did all this. Haha.
I. AM. NEVER. VISITING. A. HAUNTED. HOUSE. AGAIN. EVER.
Last Friday, we did a small firm event which was organised by the lawyers for fun.
The young’uns chose an immersive horror house experience at the Linc in KL called Hauntu, followed by dinner at De.Wan.
I naively thought that as I approach my 40s, I have matured enough to handle some “scary” stuff (I watched a few seasons of AHS recently OK, don’t mess 😂). So I did not become the spoilsport partner that vetoed or did a no-show for Hauntu.
I think I was semi-respectable during the visit (there were 8 of us after all) and only let out a scream or two. 😂 The creepy set itself was really well done in most places but the illusion was lost whenever fake bodies appeared. Their mannequins just couldn’t compete with the realism of wax figurines at Madame Tussauds which I’ve seen before. Hauntu should really consider dialling down on fake heads and introducing some dry ice smoke or fog effect instead.
I think the way I look with curly hair was more scary than the mannequin they used.
Post-Hauntu, I really struggled to fall asleep cause each time I closed my eyes, I would picture myself alone back at the worse parts of the set. Like standing in the 50s bedroom or the metal caged utility closet area.
When I finally fell sleep, I dreamt I was back in the freaking set and it was one of those damn dreams where you can’t move your muscles or make a sound until you finally burst scream/cry aloud in real life. Jason had to shake me awake and say it’s just a dream. This was 2:30am. Jason promptly fell back asleep but I didn’t go back to sleep until 7am when it was brighter outside. I had to listen to my audiobook and a podcast to get through those 4.5 hours. 😅
Since the kids were sleeping over at my in-laws for 2 nights, we booked a one-night stay at Majestic KL on Saturday. This is before we learned that Hauntu was hotel themed. I refused to cancel because we’ve had 2 unsuccessful attempts at a staycation there (Covid-19 quarantine then fully booked)
Anyway, as we were checking in, I really needed to pee but the hotel doesn’t have a toilet in their lobby! Guests have to go to the second floor. Since Jason was still busy with the receptionist, I decided to go on my own, I walked to the lift, pressed the lift button, and walked straight back to the reception. Haha.
Apparently, Jason already knew when I walked off that I couldn’t heck it alone and would come back without peeing.
When we got to our room and had just shut our room door, I heard bells jingling in the corridor. Like a possessed woman, I damn loudly said “Why are there bells ringing?!”, aggressively swung the door back open to “scare” and “verify” whatever was outside…
It was a little toddler wearing sandals with light and sound effects and her father mid-unlocking their room door and staring at me with fear for his innocent offspring. 😂
The true crime fanatic monster that was woken by The Jinx and Serial in 2016 has met the Gabby Petito and Brian Laundrie case and she is ravenous for more. It is not a “whodunnit” cause duh, we all think he did it. This case just has so many intriguing elements!
Gabby and Brian‘s very filtered and put together instagram feeds of their artsy easy breezy lives. Ironically, I noticed her instagram following jumped from 900k to 1 million in just 2 nights, and I think his went from 60 to 300k?
Their Nomadic Statik youtube video depicting a loved up couple living an idyllic camper #vanlife. This video has now reached 4.7 million views!
The title of this post was taken straight from Brian from the full police bodycam video of their domestic violence incident just before she disappeared.
The comments section of the video is teeming with viewers analyzing the dialogue, body language, etc. “He said he had no phone so he freaks out, but she said he needed a phone charger!” “He claimed she grabbed the wheel? She denied it!”
Learned from the video that if a woman hits a man to stop him from talking instead of wanting to cause him harm or hurt, it can be classed as just a mental health break?!
Since men and women must be treated the same, doesn’t this mean a man can hit a woman? Claim he just wanted her to stop talking, and it could be swept under the rug? I mean we hear all the time how men want women to speak less.
Tiktok videos helped in the investigation!
There was a YouTube video of a car dash cam capturing the van parked close to where the body was eventually found. There was a Tiktok video about Brian hitchhiking with the TikToker at the critical period and how he was all scruffy and agitated.
We all know Gabby stayed with Brian longer than she should have. Was it because she wanted to preserve a fictional happy relationship she created for social media?
The coroners confirmed that it is a homicide. Brian is on the run thanks to his parents.
When and how will Brian be caught?
We were really revelling the whole of last week because it was the school holidays.
I’m only 75% through Conversation with Friends. Ergo 2 unnecessary online shops. Haha. Just waiting for the parcels now. Harry Potter jammies for Felix, Alexis and I, Skechers sandals for my hooves (Being a UK 2.5 sucks, womens shoes start at UK 3 usually.)
(more…)Yesterday was a day of mishaps.
Lazada delivered “safety” pet nail clippers that Lok’s ex-owner had recommended to me, and I very excitedly decided to give Loki a manicure. Big. Mistake.
I thought that if I just followed the guide on the nail clipper it wouldn’t be too deep. I should have been thinking of the length of the nails in the first place. So stupid. I also could have watched more instructional videos before doing it. Urgh, I should not have done it. Period.
Loki laid on my lap and gave me his paw in his usual super compliant and docile soft-toy-come-to-life way, but the moment I clipped his nail, he snapped his whole body to attention, and looked at me with a “WTF was that?!” face.
I looked down on his nail and the blood slowly oozed and pooled into a droplet and trickled out. Of course I freaked out immediately and told Jason (who was napping) that Loki was bleeding. Jason promptly started telling me off. He had been saying I should just leave well alone for ages. I started crying.
We took tissue and pressed the nail til it stopped bleeding. Thankfully, it didn’t take very long to stop, but I cried again when I saw blood on the fur around the nail.
After he went for his evening walk, he bled again and left blood prints on the floor, so of course, that set me off again.
I also very elegantly broke the Ikea laptop table we are using as a coffee table.
Tales of teen suicides during this neverending pandemic make me grateful that my kids are still young enough to have the resilience that young ‘uns are blessed with. Whilst social media exists to them, it isn’t all encompassing.
Humans are plain cruel. Being forced to live your teen years online while under lockdown must be soul crushing.
Can’t deny that my social media feeds make me feel that I am too fat, not a good enough mom, or generally inadequate really often.
If only I could be like Jason and just enjoy bone or joint cracking ASMR videos.
Instead, I feel I’m constantly seeing what I have yet to achieve, buy or become. I used to feel this way after reading magazines but back then I could mentally compartmentalize it away. The models or celebrities were just remote statistical anomalies who “made it” into magazines. No need to compare.
It is hard to remind myself that everyone is just putting up a façade. Displaying their life highlight reel, just like I am too. Questions like why some people have so much more to highlight etc. creeps in.
If at this age I struggle to deal with this shit, what more angsty teenagers?
The last time I blogged was 6 years ago!
There’s far too much to recap to squeeze into just one post. Hopefully, I’ll actually keep up with this hobby again and all the things that happened will find its way into my future posts here, and if it doesn’t, ah well.
I’m blogging again because I signed up for a WordPress course on Udemy and it made me really want to have a fancy website of my own. The dilettante strikes again! I also feel some guilt and regret for not journaling Felix and Alexis growing up. It’d be nice to have somewhere to go to and recall all the funny, sweet and irritating moments apart from my photos.
I knew time would fly by and my memory isn’t the best but I also felt like, I wanted to just live, and documenting would have been nice but most of the time I could barely keep it together and doubt my posts would have been fun to read. Yup, a lot of whining.
Anyway, here’s to the kajillionth time trying.
As always, it’s been ages since my last blog post. So much has happened since.
Blake Lively is so gorgeous and glowing in her pregnancy announcement photo!
One of the nicest people I know, Rachel is also expecting her first baby. Her announcement was awesome too.
Fourfeetnine, a blogger I stalk love is also preggers.
Damn.
I miss being pregnant.
Just have to remind myself of the rising cost of education to remember 2 will do. Le sigh.