I'm Sorry

I accompanied a friend to a local gift store looking for a I’m Sorry card. When asked who it for was, my husband, she said. We had a fight 2 days ago and I haven’t had a proper apology. Her husband is one lucky man. Seriously, I don’t know that many people who would take all the trouble getting all of the sweet stuff just to show how sorry they are. She spent like 30 minutes at the cards store, reading through all I’m Sorry cards quotes, speeches, etc. (Those words in the cards, I don’t know what they call them).

Totally amazed, I told another colleague about this and she was like, I don’t get my husband card whenever we argue but I would text him the next morning to say how sorry I am..

OMIGOD! I have the sweetest friends but I don’t know it. Seriously these all little things my friends do, oh my, I feel like marrying them. Like I want a wife right now.

You see, whenever my husband and I argue (for some reasons we will always fight over the weekends, maybe that’s the only time we have talking to each other hehe), we will be in separate rooms for a few hours. I will usually sleep in our room and he will just watch TV in the leaving room.

Then after a while, one of us will come to the other and the conversation would more or less sound like this:

Nak gi makan tak? (translation: Look, I’m sorry ok? My fault)

Makan mana? (translation: I’m sorry too. Please don’t leave me)

We are now good to go. Haha. I don’t know if he noticed, but this “nak gi makan tak” has now be our way of saying sorry.

Freaky Friday

I had this early meeting in Dayabumi today and I was already late. Since it was raining, the traffic at Jalan Kuching was quite congested. And do you know what is the one thing that none of us want during a massive traffic jam?

An upset stomach!

It was crazy. My stomach was already growling and it hurt so bad I could just drive to the emergency. I did so many things to distract myself. I sang, I rapped, I talked to the radio DJ, but nothing seemed to work. The cars were hardly moving.

So after 45 minutes struggling with the traffic, I finally reached Dayabumi. Leaving everything behind me, I rushed up the lobby looking for the restroom. The building now is in construction/renovation and they have blocked so many pathways that I couldn’t find any. So I decided to just go up to the office floors.

Lanyard! I left my lanyard in the car!

Oh my! No time to turn back. I can feel my face now turning blue. It must go, right now!

Dear God, please, please help me. I am a 30 year old woman and I have 4 gentlemen waiting for me in a meeting room, seeking for my professional advice on a very serious matter. I am too old for this embarrassment. No, not this kind. Not today…

Then miracle happened. Right in front of me, there she was. The moment I was so helpless, weak (from the stomach ache) and just when I thought nothing could save me from this life-time embarrassment, I saw a girl just a few steps away. Never seen anyone as beautiful. That girl saved my life.

I have never loved public toilets as much as I did today. I love you, toilet.

Girl Like Me

Have you ever been on a blind date? Oh really? How was it? I knew for a fact most of my blind dates turned out to be lousy. Either I dated jerks, weirdos, or perverts! Not much of choices. But of all the blind dates I have been, there was one date that I particularly remember. Because, I almost blinded this one.

I met Rick when I was browsing through a chatroom. You know, cyber space where cool people hangout? Hehe. So, he told me he was an engineer working with Exxon. He was 31 and just went through a painful break-up with his girlfriend, a Singaporean model (Of course he dated a model, c'mon you guys!). So after a few hours of chatting, a couple of phonecalls and picture trading, he finally asked me out.

It was a Friday and he said he was nearby my office so we went out for coffee that evening. Rick looked way different from his picture. He was balding, shorter than what he described, and obviously had one  whole pack instead of 6 (which he claimed to have).

Who was I to judge? I know2. So, we met at Dome KLCC, as he requested. I haven't had lunch when I met him so I ordered myself their signature dish, chicken pie. I woudn't eat that if I were you, he said. Too much fat.

Strike 1.

We had quite a light conversation. We talked about backgrounds, families, work. Err, actually more of him talking. Where he went to study, how cool his parents were, he was 25 when he first he bought his home, bla bla bla.Then he moved to the next ultimate topic, his dating life. He said in his entire life, he only dated beautiful women. Models, actresses, flight attendants and none worked out. I had enough. I'm done with beautiful girls. They were just pretty faces and nothing else. I wanna date real girls. You know, girl like you.

A girl like me. Strike 2.

And my mom once adviced, nak cari teman hidup, biar sakit mata jangan sakit hati....

Strike 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!

That was it. I left. That was the last time I spoke to him.

Months later I saw him again. He was having lunch with a plus-size lady, and she was extremely attractive. I think I misunderstood him when he said he wanted a girl like me.

I think he meant, fat and beautiful. Hehe.

Sept 2009

Leaving the Comfort Zone

I went back to my parents' last weekend and so surprised to see some changes around the house.

The fridge has been stocked up with oranges and apples, replacing Kit Kats and ice creams, mineral water dispensers were like everywhere and treadmill has been out from the store room. Finally!

Everyone in the family is so supportive now. Except for this one family member. I think she's on a protest or something.....

 

Not cool, Che Bi.. So not cool.

To change is never easy. Leaving our comfort zone for something unknown? Pretty scary, huh? But that is what life all about. Taking our chances, living the risks.

I'm sure all will end just fine. And don't worry about Che Bi. I'll talk to her.

The Lady That Needed Extension

Hi peeps!

How's your diet doing today? Have you been eating better?

It's my 8th day and still a torture. You know cartoons always have this thing where they see their buddies like fried chicken or piece of steak whenever they are hungry? I have never seen my husband more tempting. Like walking KFC snack plate.

Some lunch pictures for Day 8

Only water :(

Beef Fajita

With Sweet Raihan

Erma, thanks for the treat!

Anyways, I won't be updating you on my weight loss progress, simply because there ain't any. Haha. Sorry. I think the fat in my body would need more than 8-day notice to move out.

So, for now why don't I entertain you with my experience flying with Air Asia recently. It  was quite a memorable one.

My husband booked the last flight to KB on 7th August for us. And since it was my first time ever going back to KB for hari raya, he paid extra for the Hot Seat, you know for the comfort and space.  Honestly, it felt quite like Kimora when we were priveleged to go first, like living life in the fab lane. Hehe.

But, when we got in, Kimora moment was over. The 'space' they were selling was actually for my legs instead of my ass. Well, I can't sue the airline for not providing decent facilities for large people now can I? And if I wanted something that would fit my extra body parts, then go buy my own plane, right?

I know2, if I were skinny and I saw a fat lady making noises about not being able to fit into a seat, I would say something like that too. But the seat thing was not even half of the problem, it was the SEATBELT. It can't reach! I felt like crying, no, not because I was sad leaving my parents for hari raya, it was that damn seatbelt. Leaving me no choice but to whisper to a gorgeous stewardess asking if there was any extension I can use. She gave me a friendly smile and quickly grabbed me an extension, before other passangers came onboard. Like she knew and understood my feelings. Too bad I can't remember her name. Thanks, beautiful!

We came back to KL 3 days later, flying with the same airline. So, like the other day, I asked for the same extension thing, but this time to a steward. So I whispered to the look-at-me-I'm-so-handsome-I-might-be-gay man and he was like, 'excuse me, what now?'. Well I won't blame him for not hearing, maybe his cheap, oily hair cream had somehow impacted his ability to hear.

So after half yelling and almost everyone on board now knew I had trouble clasping the buckle, he rogered his colleague at the back of the plane, asking for an extension. Later came another steward and confidently asked his friend, which guy?

I thought, nevermind. It was Syawal so why not forgive and forget. Or forget-not because my brain was replaying the scene over and over again that it got me thirsty. So I asked if the had mineral water. So, he again asked his colleague to get him mineral water and came again the same guy who brought me the extension. This time, he was careful. Which passenger? So his friend pointed to my seat.

Owh, you mean that lady who needed extension? 

They just can't let it go now, huh?  -__-

Better Than Yesterday

So, you guys already knew that we are now in a weight loss challenge, aite? Now, rule no. 1 is of course to get the mindset right.

When I first told my closest friends about this new life-realization of mine, they got so excited. They started emailing me on tips, how-to, some even said wanted to join as a gesture of moral support. You guys are the best, peeps!

One of the tips sent by my friend got my attention. Almost immediately. Unlike other tips that stress on what food to eat, what kind of exercise, etc this one is pretty easy. Are you ready for this? Here goes:

Eat better than yesterday.

Easy, huh? Like seriously, how hard is it for us to eat better than what we have had yesterday? For example, if we have been eating 2 plates of rice for lunch.... Okay2, if I have been eating 2 plates of rice for lunch, why don't try to reduce to 1.5 plate? Hey, I can do this!

The main idea is for us to change our lifestyle slowly and steadily, without giving our body any shocks. Honestly, from my past experiences, I have cut down and forbided myself from everything unhealthy on Day 1. It was okay for the first couple of days, but on Day 3, I would be so depressed I felt like my life was over. Then, I would just forget everything, and started eating like nobody's business.

I know some of you might go, what sort of diet is this? It is an easy diet, hehe.

Owh, and some other great tips:

Well, I think there is no harm trying. Hey, if you guys have been failing your diet vows, maybe we can try this together!

Let's eat better than yesterday.

One perfect life, please?

I was having my healthy breakfast earlier today with my friend and she seemed a little upset.

Being the nosy me, I tried to get her talking about it, but the foodcourt bangla was so annoying, I tell you! Kakak, sudah ka? Sudah ka? So busy aiming for my plate for him to clean. So I gave it away and there he was, humming some Urdu song, happily.

Right before I gave away my plate

Eh, why are we discussing about him, now?

Coming back to the story. Remember I was telling you about my upset friend? It was about her husband, complaining about her eating so much she gotten so fat and it was embarassing  even just to sit with her in public.

Him, not accepting his wife getting fat is one, but the thing I am more furious about is the humiliation. I can imagine the devastation hearing the love of your life saying you are no longer a beautiful sight. What happened to to love for better or worse?  You know what's worse? She said her husband felt she started to let herself go after she delivered her baby...

Omigod! That fat woman has carried your child in her womb, endless bank pains, sleepless nights, lost counts of vomits and headaches for nine months, dude! Find some kindness in your black cold heart. Some appreciation, please.

We sometimes fail to see the important things in life, leave alone appreciating others. When our kids try to help by washing the dishes, all we see is how much plates they break. Or when my husband tries to help with the laundry, I'd go thats handwash only! (in my defense, it is the only expensive top I ever had).

I think it's about time for each and everyone of us start being thankful for all the things around us. Life is not about being perfect, it's about making life perfect with common imperfections. So Erika Valdespino quoted.

The Untold Story

Hey friends,

I'm back and proud to announce we are still on the programme! It's tough i tell you! Even baby formula commercial can be alluring.

Anyways, it has been 6 torturing days for me and Wani has had it for 18 days. She said I will survive the temptations by 10th day, so i thought i'll distract myself from that nice IKEA currypuffs my husband is munching by having this post up. He has weird ways to show his support you know. I'm testing your willpower. See if it is the real deal this time.

Wani @ Day 18 & Me @ Day 6

Dinner Day 6

Talking about challenges.

You see, we grew up in a very typical environment. Where all the fat ones being picked out for jokes, a subject of stare. Well, you know, the usual. There was a point of time we avoided family outings just because it was just too hard. Have you been in a situation when you walk into a diner and some weird kid will yell ey gemuknya! And things got worse when the parents decided to just giggle instead of kicking the kid's ass for being rude? Okay, maybe not a kick, but at least some efforts to correct the situation.

Sad, huh? I know. It's not that we were embarrased with our own flesh and blood, but it looked like that was the best thing we can do to avoid the whole family to be humiliated. Don't get me started with things at school! Only small, petite girls got into the dance show while our names were pre-registered for lontar peluru match. Cikgu, no!


Don't get me wrong, you guys. We had pretty normal chilhood. Nothing psychotic, seriously. We were blessed with nicest friends and beautiful memories as kids. It's just we had to deal with confidence issue at an early age. It's okay. Like Fiza would definitely say, it builds character. So Miss Sunshine :)

Btw, on a serious note, I think we need to have a change of perspective. We have been bullied and discriminated as early as 7 years old. Being fat, was not as funny as the boy who shit in his pants after being scolded by discipline teacher for teasing his friend hyppo. But no, hyppo somehow seemed funnier.

Oh my, I can go on and on about this forever, so I better stop now. Hope to have our young pictures up here soon. This gonna be fun!

Meet Us!

Hi you guys!

See the people in the picture above? These people are, well yea.. they are us. And we are brother and sisters.

Let me introduce ourselves before you start reading this awful, hard, crazy journey of us to reach for the long overdue dream of ours. And what is that? You have got to stay and read. Hehe.

The girl at the far right, that's Fiza, our eldest sister. She's the positive one. She's the type that always sees the positive side of everything. She's 33 this year, married with a kid. She owns a store in Seremban selling kids clothes. So, in case you run into a lady with big, orange file, with a boy that is forever running away from her, yeap.. that's Fiza.

The one in the middle, that's Wani, the 3rd sibling. She's the sweetheart of the family. She takes care of everyone. Whenever we are sick,sad or even hungry, she is always there for us. So is her grilled lamb, superb! She just turned 28 last October, and ready to mingle y'all!. She's a business woman too, and she can be proud  with 2 small mini marts in Selangor.

The only guy in the picture is our dearly youngest brother.His name is Izzat and he's working in Johor. He's the strictest 25 year old brother I ever met. A man with principle. He must have inherited that from our Dad.

Well me? You see that overly-bended-i-want-to-be-in-this-picture-too person at the back? That's me. I'm 30 and married. I'm an accountant and working for a company based in KL. I have a busy Monday-Friday routine, and other than that, I eat. Owh, that explains, hehe.

We are different people, with different struggles in life but we share the common issue.

The extra weight.

Okay2..I know. You guys are wondering how much do we weigh, right? I can read from the frowns on the foreheads, haha. Well, don't you know weight is the ONE question that should not be asked, OUTLOUD? Damn, we are hurt.

Hehe, Kidding now. I am sure the ONLY REASON you are still reading this is to actually find out how much do we weigh. Let me put it this way. If Kilos were examination marks, we are definitely scoring A+ this semester.

Yeap, that's right. That much kilos. Anyways, I guess you'd already knew what that long overdue dream is now. We want to lose weight, a lot of weight.

Seriously, not that we haven't tried. Every time we attended weddings, parties, Hari Raya gatherings and others looked so good in their dresses, we will exchange looks and send this telepathic signal, we have to start dieting! Unfortunately, every single time, Day 1 seems forever that we hardly see Day 2.

So, how is it different this time? In my honest opinion, I don't know. But I have this feeling that it would be the hardest path that I must share with my sisters. So, I might as well document this journey, online and having stranger friends to witness the oath we took last Maal Hijrah.

I will have the next write-up soon as a proof we are still doing this ,and we welcome suggestions from all of you.

Help us out, you guys! We need all the love and support.