My Fav Show - THE MENTALIST

I am a sucker for crime shows on the telly. I am glued to CSI, Criminal Minds, Without A Trace, Cold Case and recently I fall in love with The Mentalist.

The show has very intriguing story, interesting casts, filled with lots of twists and turns that are bound to take you by surprise and it is also very very witty. And yes, I won't deny that I am really attracted to the character, Patrick Jane. He is charismatic, humorous but at the same time dark, mysterious and devoted.

There was a scene, last Tues evening, that had me burst out laughing loudly even though I was watching the show alone. (Watch the second part on the Youtube video.)

Suspect: .... Because I can make one phone call and your career is toasted.

Agent Cho: That's impressive. The best I can get with one call is a PIZZA....

Daddy and his little girl

Mr Hubby told me this story about the Dad who caught a prized souvenir of a foul ball during a baseball game and gave it to her daughter, only to have her thrown it back into the pit.

The Dad was shocked by what her daughter did but was neither angry nor upset; he just went on to hug his daughter and this heartwarming scene was watched by millions over Youtube and other various channels. And it also melted Mr Hubby's heart.



Then on the other hand, we have this Father From HELL who bashed his little girl to death, all because he caught her playing with his stupid cigarettes. The little girl was a month short of her second birthday and she never live to blow out those candles. It's such a tragedy to have beast living among us.

I am eternally grateful to have Mr Hubby; he has always been a wonderful father to Laetitia. I like to watch them when they are together. Mr Hubby is so patient and caring towards her and Laetitia adores her Daddy just as much.

Secretly, I am suspecting that Mr Hubby loves Laetitia more than me, but it's okay, I can live with that. Nothing beats having the BEST father I can get for our little girl.

Thank you dear, for loving us.

Sick of Looking Like This

I was looking at some pictures that were taken last year and can't help but notice just how drastic pregnancy had changed me or maybe... 'destroyed' me. I had metamorphosed from this sexy hot mama to now... some creature that resembles the hybrid of a penguin and hippopotamus!

I had put on a massive 18kg in 6 months. And I still have another 3 more months to go! It's unthinkable! I am definitely going to cross the 20kg mark this time round. And damn those stretchmarks!

I have gotten so goddamn disgusted with the sight of my boobs and tummy! I can't wait to pop and then I can go on a diet and shed all this weight. But having put on so much more than my last pregnancy, I am a little worried. What if I can't go back down to my pre-natal weight? Would I have bits of fats hanging onto me forever?

ARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!! CAN DIE!!

NO!!! I can't have this happening to me.

I am going to need a MAJOR overhaul after giving birth. I think I would have to save up for lipo, RF and also some minor but invasive surgeries to regain my look. I think I also want a higher nose bridge and some cheek bones might be good too.

I am vain? You bet! After looking like some fat-ass auntie for more 9 months; it's only fair that I do something after this to look better than before.

Erm..... Anyone want to sponsor?? 20K should be enough. hehehe....

To The Future and Beyond

The Annual BC Convention had been really FUN! FUN! FUN! But also tiring. I came back home the next day totally exhausted and fell asleep before 8pm.

Theme for this year's D&D was "Futuristic". Every year I would make an effort to dress up for the theme and this year was no exception.

The year before last, we had Movie Night; I was also pregnant then, and I went dressed as that yellow raincoat clad ghost in the movie "Dark Water". Last year's theme was 'Christmas Came Early' and I played the Sexy Santarina, 10 months after giving birth to Laetitia.

And this is my look this year: The Pink-Haired Mama from the future.


Check out the purple lashes and my Kate Von D inspired stars "tattoo" which I drew with liquid eye-liner.

I painted my nails in the weirdest shade of blue.

And then, there was my bulging tummy. It made me felt a lot like telly-tubby!! They are from the future too.

Nightmares

Yesterday Mr Hubby asked if I wanted to join him and his friends for dinner. As I was working from home, I decided I was too lazy to put on makeup and a dress to go anywhere. I told Mr Hubby to go ahead without me.

So I spent the evening having dinner at home with Laetitia, sent her to bed early and had a little bit of time catching up with TV, before I headed for bed, slightly before midnight.

The last thing I watched on the TV was about fatality of traffic accidents and it featured a young mother losing her husband, who was killed on the road recently. It saddened me.

I slept for over an hour and had a really bad but vivid dream, I woke up drenched in cold sweat. I checked the clock, it was past 1 am and there was still no signs of Mr Hubby. That was when my imagination got the better of me. I started to panic, I wondered if the nightmare I had was a premonition that something bad was happening to Mr Hubby. I dialled his cellphone. No one answered. I tried again and for the third time, still unanswered. I was freaking out.

I was fully awake by then, I went to the kitchen, very tempted to call his friends, but I held back for a moment. The last thing I wanted was to pass on this infectious panic to another unsuspected person.

Just then, my cellphone rang, I picked it up in a second. It was Mr Hubby. "Where are you? I was trying to call you." I must had sounded like some mad woman. "I am at the KTV. I am coming back soon." Mr Hubby assured. "You should have called. I was worried, you know." Trying really hard to conceal my exasperation.

I hung up, went back to the bedroom and found Laetitia woken up by the night light. I dashed across the room to switch it off but it was too late, she was already crying to have it turn back on. I spent the next 15 minute coaxing the tantrum throwing toddler back to sleep. And when that was done, floods of emotions hit me like a truck. Frustration, depression, helplessness, relief, confusion all rolled up inside of me. My tears came gushing through my tightly closed lids. I brawled uncontrollably in the darkness.

Then I felt my baby thrashing violently inside me as if to remind me that I have to get a gripe of myself for his sake. Which I eventually did.

At the very least, he is safe, sound and enjoying himself; isn't it the best scenario I can get out of this, I comforted myself.

I rolled to my massive belly to the side and tried to get some sleep. Apart from the aftermath of the sage which left me with a throbbing headache and a stuffy nose, no permanent harm was done.

I am still fortunate, I guess.

The Surrogate Mom

I was reading this article about surrogate mothers who "rented" their wombs to carry and deliver someone elses' babies.

This woman, Miss Hawkins, is not married, has no children of her own but she is doing this for the fact that she loves being pregnant! She had done it over and over for 7 times!

I can't believe this. Did she actually enjoys the morning sickness, the horrible stretch of her own belly, the piling of weight, the swollen breasts, the breathlessness, the heart burns, not to mention the risks of death in labor??! OMG, this is pure madness!

I hate every single moment of my pregnancy! I can't wait to get it over and done with as quickly as possible but pregnancy isn't something we can hurry. Even though, being BIG sucks for me, I will never consider a surrogate mother to have my children. It's simply too bizarre for me to understand, let alone accept.

How can one enjoy being pregnant but not love the child that who bore to her??

Is it just me, or does anyone out there hates being pregnant too?