tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955269468365841352024-03-06T17:15:53.435+08:00TTC with much TLCAs she attended her friends' baby shower, she secretly wished that one day she'd throw one of her own. Almost 8 years has passed since she tied the knot, and she is still wishing for that fateful day to come. This blog tells her story and should she choose not to blog about her struggle, worry not she has other stories to tell. Promise!Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-1187298307482958262014-10-05T03:07:00.000+08:002014-10-05T03:07:25.250+08:002014. Has been quiet.Hello my beloved phantom readers.<br />
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I surprise myself by deciding to put an entry on the eve of Hajj celebration. No reasons really.<br />
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How's 2014?<br />
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Mine, I've got me some ups & downs.<br />
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The highlight has got to be my Japan trip in February. Pure bliss. All because of Allah's willing.<br />
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The down (one of them) I came to realise that long distance sucks.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Because today is a special date, a lot of couples grabbed the opportunity to get hitched. The famous of the lot has got to be our falsies empress, Rozita Che Wan and her 10 year-younger lad (or was it 15?), Zain Zaidin. The couple is so famous of late, for their wedding is fully sponsored by certain jewellery chain, amounting to an absurd figure of RM13mil. Yes you read that right, RM13,000,000.00.</span><br />
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Another celebs' wedding held today is Malaysia's renown fashion designer, Jovian Mandagie and his petite fiancee, Nina Sabrina Ismail Sabri, whose father and brother need no introduction. Sweet couple. The wedding is tad grandeur than the former but it was kept on the lower tone, I assume because of 'who' her daddy is. This couple is celebrated on Instagram, nevertheless. A very famous insta couple that their hashtag #joviannina appeared numerous times on the explore tab. Cheers to both of you.<br />
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2014 is showing up soon too, and as I stated in my previous <a href="http://ttcwithtlc.blogspot.com/2013/11/november-2013-status-ok.html" target="_blank">entry</a>; there's no sighting of resolution.</div>
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Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-37210199923020414392013-11-18T12:04:00.000+08:002013-11-18T12:04:45.960+08:00November 2013. Status: OK.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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There. Random. I know.Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-63592394467157549862013-07-25T12:47:00.002+08:002013-07-25T12:47:57.210+08:00Finding Happiness in July<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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I would be lying if I said that things just fall into places the minute I submitted my acceptance letter. No, in fact I was struggling, to this very day. First, just days before I got the precious email from my current registrar, my husband and I moved to a new place, rented still but boy was it homely. I was lucky enough to have it filled with new stuff, courtesy of my parents (told you I was blessed!). Writing this makes me miss the house even more. I only realized that I got so attached to it when during facetime, I asked my husband to capture my living hall and my kitchen and even asked him to open the refrigerator!</div>
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And of course, the person I shared the house with... my husband. This year has been turbulent for the both of us, especially now that he's back and forth to JB and KL; with me being ridiculously unhappy at work, suffice to say there were things thrown at my old place, tears were incessantly shed... and the new house somewhat saved my marriage. It amazed me too how routine can bite you in the as* and to put my disorderly relationship back on track was no abc nor 123... It's when we worked on the new house that we found our mojo back and realized we only have each other to love and to hold for now. The relationship department has improved tremendously since then. *wink*</div>
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Alhamdulillah, praise to Allah swt... Again and again he saved me. The job offer came in May and I was ecstatic! Just when I thought that things would just keep crumbling down, life has finally shown me some light. I'm constantly adjusting even though I'm in my own home, my very own room. I must admit I'm a little concern that at 33 I'm being pampered by mom to a point that I get to relax after work, unlike in S.Kembangan, where life's pretty much dictated by the wall clock. I'm indeed grateful.</div>
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Once in a while, now that I'm here, I miss my former office buddies so much. Even though the old place seemed like fire and brimstone, I treasure the friendships I've made over the years and they could very much be the reason why I stayed that long. And here at my new place, I'm optimistic that I'll find a fun bunch too.</div>
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<br />Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-12306386905659734322013-02-12T02:52:00.001+08:002013-02-12T02:53:13.059+08:00ExodusWell,<br />
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Hello February. <i>*rub eyes profusely*</i><br />
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It would be so cliché of me to exclaim, "Where have all the time gone?"<br />
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But I kid you not, where is it?<br />
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Hence, here's a quick update.<br />
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I want to blog still. (that's update no.1)<br />
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As you can see, that's quite a melancholic title I have for this entry but every fibre of my being screams evacuate!<br />
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At 33, I finally feel that I'm stuck in a rut! And I hate it. I feel that there's no way out, I'm constantly asking myself, can I get through the day?<br />
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When I self-diagnosed, I discover that, perhaps I'm unhappy.<br />
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I simply am not happy.<br />
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At work and home. I am struggling.<br />
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I don't know if 'running away' is the only best solution as it the only thing that lingered my mind lately.<br />
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I want to escape my life but not to start anew but just to take a break.<br />
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If ever I'm allowed to just ask myself this, is my life worth living?<br />
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Where can I find happiness and actually wanting to live it?<br />
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This too shall pass, they said but I feel that mine keeps on coming, overwhelming at times.<br />
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As we speak, the emotional stacks kept on piling.<br />
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I'm utterly scared that I might lose my composure and just burst.<br />
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I think I need help.<br />
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Perhaps I should just run.<br />
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I know the year 2012 has brought you so much pain and failure that you thought picking yourself up again is almost impossible. But you've just got to do it because life is too short to feel sorry for yourself.</div>
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And at 32 you finally became an aunt to your beautiful nieces. Please be grateful.</div>
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Happy 33rd Birthday Sabrina!</div>
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Today, I don't feel like waking up.<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">For I know that today I have to do something so despicable ever in my adult life.</span><br />
Even the weather seems mad at me.
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But I have no choice and I've exercised my options.<br />
In order to move forward we have to let some things go, even if they're your beloved.<br />
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Allah ya rabb, have mercy and do forgive me on my decision. Please release me from the agonizing guilt.<br />
As much as the deed is very wrong, I have to, I must.<br />
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My furry friends. Forgive mommy & daddy. We have to let you go.<br />
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All 11 of you will be dearly missed.<br />
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Ya Allah, give me strength.<br />
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<br />Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-83912230867888545442012-06-15T00:26:00.005+08:002012-06-15T10:39:53.191+08:00Of sauna box and the salesman in disguise<div style="text-align: justify;">
More often than not, when I have so much things to do at a time like handling audit, completing reports, proof editing and etc, I'd naturally resort to blogging. And this entry is one of those. I'm supposed to get 6 translations done today but I'm on medical leave instead. I slept in, like until 4 pm, right after my 9am visit to the private clinic. <br />
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Which brought me to this entry. It was an exceptional doctor visit. Simply because for the first time ever, I was humiliated to the core of my being. His name is Dr Shukor of Klinik Fadzliana, at Equine Park. You might ask why was I on an mc? Due to my bad knee, of course. My demanding job required me to man the promotional booth for the past weeks and that somehow had worsen the condition of my knee, or so I thought. Not until I met Dr Shukor.</div>
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When I walked in, his first reaction was, "<i>Oooii gemok nya</i>" (Oh my you're so fat!) And at that instance the old me would have slammed the door or even worse threw something at his face, instead I was calm and with poise, sat down next to him and reasoned out.</div>
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He even took out a calculator to count my BMI and showed me the numbers like centimeters away from my face, and no it doesn't stop there. He slapped his forehead mumbling, again and again, <i>"Gemoknyer, gemoknyer"</i>(So fat, so fat)</div>
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Yes, you read that right. You see, I've been told remarks about my obesity but not as harsh as Dr Shukor's words. He was demeaning, almost heartless I would cry but I did't (normally I would) I didn't because I know my knee injury was caused by an accident, not because of my weight and for the fact that I attempted to shed a few kilos by hitting the gym. No one can take that away from me. I have my efforts.</div>
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What tickled my ears though was the part when he recommended me to purchase a sauna box. He went on again with the most ridiculous advice, that I should put on 3 layers of clothing during exercise. Then he made a bias remark about me doing saunas in a gym, when he claimed that I'm at sin for showing my <i>aurat</i> to the other women hence I must get this sauna box and just do it at home.</div>
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But not all things that came from his mouth were poisonous, I agreed when he advised me to get to a dietician pronto, as my Richard Gere look alike specialist had recommended initially. Oh well, I'd like to reap the benefit of dieting come Ramadhan. That's soon, no? At the moment, relapsing I may be in the kilos shedding department but I shall not stop trying. That I promise myself.</div>
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<i>"Saya ada jual."</i> (I'm selling them)<br />
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See that please-pinch-my-cheeks bundle of joy? Oh I wish that's mine. But nope, she's my newborn niece. She's a munchkin. If she were to be a doughnut she'd be a peanut butter jelly. Excuse my gourmand reference to a human being, I can't help it, she's too cute she left me in diabetic coma.<br />
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Don't you just love babies? That endless powdery, after-bathe, lily scented smell of theirs would just throw you into bliss intoxication, no?<br />
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Just yesterday I put up a status on FB on how everyone seems to be pregnant and I'm happy for them. And I mean it. I'm happy for those who are granted by God to conceive a child and having the opportunity to raise a human being not only with tender, love and care but with full responsibility. Every pregnant couple deserves an applause as they are about to embark on a journey of self fulfillment; the pinnacle of bliss.<br />
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As for me the thing I look forward to about raising a child is how I would better myself, physically and soulfully. Physically because I'd need the energy to care for my child, my husband and my household. Soul betterment as I want my child to look up to me as an idol, an exemplary in every good pursuits in her/his life.<br />
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Maybe I sound too ambitious, maybe this extravagant hope of mine has thrown me off the list of being a mom or maybe, it has not yet my rezeki to have one of my won. I much prefer the latter.<br />
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Thus, I have never stopped praying. Ceased I have may in the attempt department but the dream to conceive will always be there.<br />
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<i>Ya Allah, my creator... please make me mommy. Ameen.</i>Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-56073968966453885692012-05-04T14:36:00.002+08:002012-05-04T14:36:46.441+08:00What will be will beHi readers.<br />
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I've been contemplating to just delete this blog of mine due to the recent 'tsunami' that has hit my family. Strangely though, when I attempted it I simply could not. So, let's just say I'm still here but this blog will not narrate my TTC stories; but with God willing it'd be something else all together.</div>
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Anyways, on a different note yours truly have failed miserably in the training department due to bad knee. I accidentally injured my left knee and life has never been the same since. And living at an apartment with no elevator services does not help either. Now I just started my physiotherapy session. The only thing that I love so mmmmuch about my injury is of course, my orthopedic specialist. He's young but he dons the silver hair! Gorgeous! Ummmphh! Boy how I regret for not getting my pedicure done!</div>
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And I freeze my gym membership. So the alternative to shedding those dreadful kilos is this 'thing'. To be honest I was coerced to purchase this set. A small tin like this here would last for 1 week and it fetched at RM144 so you do the maths. A 4-week-consumption won't get me anywhere, that I'm sure of. Anyhow, rather than not taking any measures, attempting this would at least make me feel better. I hope.<br />
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We'll see how things go.<br />
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I've just got to play the 'que sera sera' game this year as the dragon has been nothing but mean.<br />
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Till then. XOXO.</div>Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-91562416229430370562012-04-27T17:24:00.000+08:002012-04-27T17:24:21.894+08:00Hello peeps....if there's still any.<br />
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<br />Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-64027512419451931212012-02-19T22:42:00.001+08:002012-02-19T22:42:28.511+08:00A tsunamiA cruel tsunami has hit the family recently...<br />
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Thus I'm not so sure whether there's a fiber in me is able to move forward with ttc.<br />
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As much as the devastating news broke my heart and of my loved ones'... that is as much my diet plan has fell through. In the midst of stress and nerve wrecks, I skipped 9 days of training and worse, I've started devouring that <i>white substance</i> again, and <i>white substance</i> here means<i> 'carbs'</i>! Please don't get any idea.<br />
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If, should be any readers out there, please pray for me and support me to carry on with my regime. The tsunami happened so fast that we are still mending our broken spirits. Life is about to change, and the scary thing is, we are not sure it's for the better or for the worse...<br />
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Nevertheless, life must go on.Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-44894353868468963902012-02-08T21:19:00.001+08:002012-02-08T21:20:27.376+08:00Shed!<br />
I feel good.<br />
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I went in on January 9th as a 95kg.<br />
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Last night during weighing-in, the scale flashed <b><span style="color: magenta;">90.1kg!</span></b><br />
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I am so proud of myself.<br />
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Must work harder and not reward myself with food!Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-16108359291488882632012-02-02T18:56:00.002+08:002012-02-02T18:56:18.631+08:00Whoa Kelly!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kelly Osbourne is such an inspiration for me. I want a body like hers by 2013. And her hair too.<br />
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I love her even more now after learning her adversities despite being a mega rock star's daughter.<br />
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On a different note, something's amiss about my clomid cycle this time because on the eleventh day, I was still spotting. In fact the blood was brownish. During a clomid cycle, on the 10th day onwards on one's period she should have sexual intercourse in order to conceive and normally during this time the period stops. It got me a little worried that mine did not but then again, maybe it has something to do with me engaging in training session and a change of diet. Just maybe.<br />
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Speaking of a change in diet, I must admit that I'm not very pleased with the way I eat. There's lack of variety and as a result, my constipation was really bad. I'm sick of the wholemeal bread, the sight of oat triggers my barfing switch and I can't sip another green tea... I hate myself for doing so but I haven't given up. Now I find solace in dried young mangoes to a point of being addictive.<br />
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My sister has helped me a lot, advising me on what to eat. Knowledge is key, she emphasized. She promotes the use of non-stick pan (the pricey one like Tefal) for I can avoid using oil altogether and she promised that my food tastes much much better. I'm currently persuading Hubs to get me a decent oven so I can roast organic chicken to my heart's content! There's something about roast chicken that makes me feel good, it reminds me a lot of my mom and dad; my little family in Kuching... and who doesn't fancy the marinade fragrance of a roast chicken? My cats would so agree with me on this.<br />
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I hope my plan doesn't work against me because then I'd be very disappointed and beat myself up badly.<br />
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Have faith!<br />
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<br />Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-62414546364232626522012-02-02T18:26:00.000+08:002012-02-02T18:26:39.542+08:00Much ado about nothing<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Hello readers.<br />
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Quite dusty in here, I know... the reason being, yours truly was a little bit under the weather, and believe it or not, it all started because of this green apple.<br />
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You see guys, I was never a fan of green apples. I was told by a famous speaker that eating anything sour (inlcuding green apple) is not encouraged if you want to think sharply, hence I only eyed for red ones since. So in my bid to lose weight, I was advised by my trainer to indulge in green apples, so told that it expedites my metabolism and helps to decrease my crazy appetite for anything sweet. That afternoon, I went down to the campus's cafeteria to pack me some lunch which included green apple juice sans sugar and a green apple, which I picked from the drink maker's basket at the counter. It was a small one, no bigger than a toddler's fist. Then happily I walked to the cashier when snapped, the apple itself costs me RM2.30!<br />
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I purchased it anyway because the cashier was adamant and I, on the other hand was consumed by silent outrage.<i> "How dare she... charging me an apple bud for RM2.30!"</i> I thought. When I went back to my office, well of course I had to blast a post my Facebook's wall. Most agreed that the price was ridiculous.<br />
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And as reflex would have it, I complained to Hubs too. He, as usual had a different response.<br />
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<i>"So, have you eaten the apple?"</i> he asked. I said no. In fact my response was childish, <i>"No, because I could buy a diamond ring with it"</i><br />
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<i>"Eat it, trust me you'll feel good"</i> he reassured.<br />
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That night, because I was so stressed out departing with my RM2.30 and due to my dissatisfaction towards the cafe operator, I induced myself a diarrhea, gastric and nausea. All at once. What came out in front simultaneously came out at the rear. Gross, I know. I skipped 3 training sessions because I literally couldn't stomach the pain but on top of everything else, I was still furious over my stupidity for purchasing the green apple.<br />
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As days went by, I put my reflection cap on. How trivial it was that I fussed over a little green apple that was in the first place, supposed to make me feel good about myself. Instead, the negative me perceived its price tag as a burden and brought myself down! How can I let myself succumbed to 230 cents?<br />
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Imagine if I hadn't fussed over the apple and just enjoyed the crunchy bits;<br />
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The green apple still sits nicely on my desk. Will surely enjoy it tomorrow, first thing in the morning.</div>
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<br />Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-36252562413933799802012-01-22T01:18:00.000+08:002012-05-24T17:50:38.594+08:00Losing itHello readers.<br />
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You see, I'm having a second thought about this blog. The thing about running a blog where it aims to document your TTC is pretty tedious, simply because TTC is not as interesting and it could take years for a legit happy entry.<br />
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Right at this moment I'm self-convincing that this blog is a memoir. Whether we're able to get pregnant or not, at least I could look back and say, "I've tried"<br />
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So, what's up with me since the day I turned 32? Well you can bet things are pretty much the same. Mundane routine.<br />
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My last trip to the obgyn was on December 12th last year. Did a scan and she proposed that I undergo for laparoscopic ovarian drilling. She described my eggs as pearl necklaces encircling my ovary but they refuse to come out.<br />
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So the procedure will hope to release those eggs and prior to that she would also perform the tube dye test to find out whether my fallopian tubes are blocked or open. What really agitated me is the fact that only after a good 3 years seeing these so-called specialists, I was finally diagnosed me with PCOS. 3 years. I mean isn't my weight or my thin moustache a dead giveaway? Sheeesh...<br />
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Nonetheless, the best advice that hit home was for me to give a shot at lifestyle modification. Of course my beloved husband took heed.<br />
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As I mentioned on the<a href="http://ttcwithtlc.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-one-of.html"> previous entry</a>, I talked about how hubs's birthday present took me off guard.<br />
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He got me a 1 year gym membership!<br />
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I cried like a baby, I was confused and I felt humiliated at the same time but he was adamant about me shedding off some of those lbs. To prove that we are in it together, he volunteers to train along with me. That is the closest thing hubs ever done to being romantic nowadays. </div>
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How cocky you might say, I know right? </div>
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I keep telling myself, as long as hubs around, no one will hurt me, I guess I'll be fine. I must.</div>
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For the record, it has been 6 days I did not consume rice, and I've not been drinking sugary liquid. I've lost about 1.2kg. I feel good, that I must admit because even after I came back from the gym I still have the energy to do a bit of house chores. And I can't deny, I love to work out! Blessed.</div>
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The first day of gym was a bit funny and uncomfortable as my eyes were abused by an array of unpleasant sights, for instance butt acne, half inch nipple, unshaved armpits, torn bras and what not. That was my first day, surviving the female locker room. Still got a headache just by recalling that one. Aaah...Better still, I will tell you more of my training session in my future entries. Just to keep things interesting in here, what do you say? I say thumbs up.</div>
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Apart from that, yesterday I was on my 4th cycle of clomid. The obgyn has increased the dosage to 150mg. Seriously I don't know why they keep feeding me these. Obviously they do not work! They're in fact the culprits of my mindless eating. In addition she ever prescribed me Metformin, the diabetic pills to curb my cravings and purportedly help me to lose weight. I did not even pop a tab. You may say I'm in denial but at the back of my mind it just didn't feel right. </div>
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<br /></div>Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-27289678708489496772012-01-09T07:53:00.001+08:002012-01-09T07:53:29.573+08:00Day One of ...Birthday weekend was spent quietly at home, tidying up my crib to receive the in-laws.<div>
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Hubs's birthday caught me off guard. It's going to be life changing, for the better I hope.</div>
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Today is Day One. I'm already a nervous wreck.</div>
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Wish me luck, because I'll be needing every speck of it.</div>
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<br /></div>Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595526946836584135.post-51703707591186688942012-01-06T00:01:00.000+08:002012-01-06T00:02:12.057+08:00And so I turn 32 today.<br />
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Happy Birthday to me, the hopeful wife.<br />
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Thank you for dropping by. This blog seeks to narrate my journey in ttc, and we are taking baby steps. If you don't have any idea what ttc is, sorry dear, you're at the wrong place.<br />
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Here's my first narrative for today,</div>
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<span style="color: #e69138;">I stand at 153cm, weighs 207lbs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138;">Married for 6 years and 9 months.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138;">My husband and I are trying to get pregnant.</span></div>
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Nice to met you.Of cupcakes, owl & everything nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03165430686265334117noreply@blogger.com0