His mood is getting better now. I just wished that his cold gets better soon. It worsens his coughing… I worry sometimes.

Highlight of the day: Oo, his two top “fang” teeth are starting to show! He now has 5 teeth growing out simultaneously. About time, I say.

I got a scare during the checkup with my OBGYN a few days ago when I found out that I had gallbladder stones. My ultrasound scan the next day confirmed its existence; it filled a quarter of my gallbladder. My OBGYN doc told me that it’s most probably cholesterol stones due to unhealthy eating. Big surprise there. He also told me that a surgery is required if the condition is serious.

What he didn’t tell me is that with every surgery, they will remove the gallbladder altogether, instead of just blasting the stones away like I’d imagined. There is almost literally no other choice than removal. No way am I going to have a missing organ in me. Whatever organs I have, will stay with me till my soul is gone from this world. (more…)

This is why I hate living in apartments and reading the news. My heart breaks every time I see injustice done to our children. These couple of weeks I’ve been reading nothing but bad things like:

• A body of a newborn found in a construction site near Menggatal,
• Babies died or are ill due to contaminated milk by irresponsible factory in China,
• A father and uncle r@ping their mentally-challenged daughter/niece since she was 11,
• A 16-year old girl murdered, quite possibly by his drop-out boyfriend and friends.

And here’s what’s happening around my apartment, and in the same stairwell

• A father beating his children (sounded like they’re as young as 9 years old up to their teenage daughter) almost every day and their mother screaming — couldn’t understand what they were talking about because it was all in Chinese but I swear one time a girl even shouted “Tolong” [help]), up until that one day when I couldn’t take it anymore and reported it to the guards; the guards told me afterwards that the father was “just reprimanding them”, and so far till today no screaming… yet,
• A little baby screaming his or her heart out late at night, every night, for more than 10 minutes, almost sounding as if he or she was tortured or something (but I admit, some babies do cry like that for no apparent reason, speaking from experience).

I’m getting very paranoid about the state of things, that sometimes I couldn’t help myself but cry late at night and prayed to God so hard that these children be spared from their suffering.

I hate the fact that I don’t have the guts to do more about it. It’s fear that I may be seen as meddling about in other people’s affairs, which may put my family in jeopardy. My husband even tried to stop me from reporting to the guards when the father/daughter scream-and-slash fest was going on somewhere above our floor.

I really love all the designs I find in ScrapBlog.com. The above is the latest one I created out of one of their many new templates. That image is now displayed magnificently as my desktop background.

I’m not sure if I’ve done anything productive this week with my kids. Their dad went for a business trip to Bogor, Indonesia, and getting stuck indoors were our daily routine as it has been pouring non-stop this week, so most of the time we just hung around the house playing with each other.

I did have fun bringing the kids out to eat a couple of times at this kopitiam-styled restaurant on the ground floor of Asia City Complex. Not only was the food good, but it was cheap, too.

And there was the kids’ cousin Aidyl’s birthday this afternoon. The party was the longest two hours of my life this week. Heavy rain was as expected; Joel escaped my clutches too many times to play with the droplets flowing from the yard shades, so after a while I was too tired to chase him off the open yard and just let him jump around and glorify in the rain. Eric didn’t have a nice time, which was all his undoing. He was out after the second round of the musical chair, and being a sore loser, sulked and yelled a couple of times out of anger. When I failed to coax him out of his temper, I just rolled my eyes and left to care for my other two boys while Eric sat crying in front of everyone. Yeesh. By the time we left, I was too tired to do anything and had to skip my cousin’s party for her kid Gabriel in the evening.

So much for being in the Merdeka mood.