Playing Tourist in Phuket

Sàwàddee kâ

We just recently came back from Phuket.  It’s our first family holiday out of town together and Baby Girl’s first trip out of the country. It was also our first experience of bringing the small toddling teeny human through the airport securities, immigration and all that jazz. At first the thought was intimidating hence the reason why I have been putting the idea on hold for as long as I can. But it turns out, little girl was a champ. Probably because she’s almost 2 and can understand quite well of the situation she’s in (I guess it’s a good idea that I waited as long as I did). No tantrum and no drama in both flights in and out of Phuket which was a huge relieve for me despite I did noticed she was experiencing some ear pockets (that uncomfortable sensation you got in your ears when there’s a pressure changes in the air space) during the journey because I experienced it too. I understand this can be scary for small children. Lucky for us, breastfeeding has made it easier for us because any slight discomfort baby girl is experiencing, she immediately will want to nurse and that saved us from us having to put a thick face in front of other passengers while dealing with a tantrum laced bebé. Plus she was such in a joyful spirit, she couldn’t kept quiet during the 1 and half hours journey. Of course there were times where she got restless. Which 22 month old baby doesn’t?  But like any 22 month old, she’s really easy to distract. And like any parents, we came fully loaded with distractions for her ( Ahem! my handbag weights more than 4kg)

Good job, honey bunny. Mommy’s proud of ya.

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It’s was a very mellow holiday for us. Baby Girl was down with a motion sickness the second night we were there with a first sign where she vomited in the taxi ride halfway from Phuket Town to Patong Beach after we took her around to explore the Old Town on foot the first morning we were there. So after that, we pretty much spent our days there trying to lessen our journey in any moving object as much as we could for her. We spent much of our time in Phuket Old Town itself and went down to Patong Beach only when Baby Girl was in a better health and mood. A usual journey from Town to Beach will take us about 35 minutes. I insisted to opt only on metered taxi and usually we just used GrabTaxi (Uber is not available in Phuket) because of a stark difference if you hailed the normal(?) cab or a tuktuk and they always refused to use their meters when we asked. Ok, Tuktuk dont have meters but that doesn’t stop them from charging you exorbitant amount of money just because you’re a tourist. A journey from Town to Patong Beach will only cost 300 baht at maximum (including 50 baht service charge) if you use GrabTaxi as compared to if you flagged down a tuktuk or unmetered taxis. They’ll immediately will charge you 600 baht up front. So if you don’t plan to rent a bike (I heard it is a much better and cheaper option to travel around Phuket but we got a mini human and a stroller with us at all time) always go for GrabTaxi. So proud with our persistence of not using the blood-sucking tourist trappers’ services.

We decided to stay in Phuket Town for the entire 5 days we were there and we made a right choice after seeing Patong was so dense with tourists and the area is too overcrowded with bars and party scenes.

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Ever since her vomiting episodes, I had to forego with the idea of traveling beyond wheels on gravels. Which means, of course, no speedboat on bumpy sea water (plus little miss-not-so-sunshine was terribly afraid of the seawater anyway). So I had to strike out going to Phi Phi Island from our itinerary. Lucky our hotel was strategic enough for a few short walks to some attractions in the Phuket Old Town itself and the Thalang Road was really close by. It was only a short walk from our hotel. Thalang Road is the main central street of Phuket’s charming Old Town with some of their Sino-Portuguese architectures still well preserved.
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Taking a small child on a trip across the border was really a new experience for me. It was far more easy-going because for once, her well being plays a far more important role as compared as how much coverage we get to do on the trip. I can no longer have a list to stick to like before. Places to go and things to do will all be depending on how the Little Miss is feeling on that particular time. Which doesn’t really take much. A running around the playground near the hotel or a swim after dinner were enough for her before she surrender for the day. In fact that what make her the happiest. Definitely not a relaxing one because we got “an almost” 2 year old toddler running around in her littlest feet to care for but it was a good experience and I enjoyed every bit of it.

Initially I wasn’t intending to write a long entry and this is not going to be a blow by blow travel tips. Traveling tips to Phuket are not that hard to find. But mi esposo wrote an entry about his experience for his work here so I thought I’ll match his. Go read! It was a funny one reading from his perspective. He made it sound like he a stingy, grumpy old man in his article. I mean come on!! Spending your hard earn money on traveling (especially on us) is so worth every penny, dude! hahaha

Anyway like every family holiday that we go to (ok, maybe not “every”.. only when we have enough videos to put together), I’ll make him compile it into a short music video where the song is taken from the country we visited. The first video he made was this and I was inspired from then on to make more. Which means for you, Dear Husband… get ready for more traveling, Hanneh!

Original music is by this band.

Nevermind the title of the video though. Mi querido esposo has weird way in naming all his videos plus that was what Phuket is to mi bebé. You can hear it at the end of the video when she said her goodbye to Phuket (bye poo poo cat). This has already became Baby M’s favorite video. I cant wait for more holiday videos like this.

Laagàwn kâ

Two Oh (Sweet) Sixteen

Happy New Year!! 2016 huh?

Oh wow. It feels like there were only 3 blog postings from the day I talked about my plans for 2015 and now it’s already 2016. Look at how time flies.. oh wait… it WAS only 3 blog posts!! That was all I had in here for 2015. Three shameless postings. My life must be too awesome that I had no time and room for my blog, huh?

But my other social media platforms are well and lively and full with updates on baby girl. Especially in my Instagram and Facebook. Yeah, I’ve become one of those mothers who are obsessed with their babies. Although I faintly remember promising to myself I would never ever be that kind of mother… you know.. those who lose themselves once the baby’s out. What ever happened to that delusional girl? Hahahaha Anyway….. What’s the update on any paintings? Drawings? Anything? Well..let’s put it this way.. nowadays even my basic beauty regime sometimes took a step back, giving way and the spotlight to baby girl. New mom syndrome I called it and I don’t mind it at all. Lucky I haven’t compromise on my basic hygiene regime yet. If I ever get there, time for you to hang up that intervention banner, ok hubba?

So what’s up now that the new year is finally here (Don’t you dare point it out that it’s already day number 18th, young lady). For once, after years of trying to avoid thinking out loud about it, I’m planning to give my career another serious thought. So this year will be all about boosting my career (and of course to be better mom to baby girl, focus on family and all that jazz). I don’t know what to make of that yet. I’ve grew too complacent with my career for the past years that I think it has loses its cool. Make no mistake though, I worked hard, left my family for days at times due to work commitments and pushed boundaries when I had too but that was it. I don’t think about it serious enough to a point when someone asked me where am I going with my career and what am I working hard for, I don’t know what to answer. I always went for higher pay but paid little thought on the career growth/development. I know I need to up my game this time.  I don’t plan on quiting anytime soon and be a stay-at-home-mom despite all the temptations. So that’s one thing. Next is to figure out where I’m going with this “plan” of mine. Before baby girl, I signed up for an MBA course (even studied and sat for GMAT and IELTS) and got 2 offers from the universities in UK. Didn’t go through with it because I found out I was pregnant. So yeah….. that’s that.

Wish me luck. I hope I’ll be back posting better things in here too.

Here’s to having better skin, shaping a better body and becoming a better person. *raises glass*

Feliz año nuevo!

 

Still young but not quite dangerous.

I’ve been meaning to come back and blog but I got occupied. So lets backtrack for a while. It has been slightly more than 4 months since I popped the little bean out (Oh~ I made it sounds so easy~) and 8 months since my last blog post. I’m a mother now, a full time working mom and it doesn’t get any easier leaving her at home every freaking morning for work. But I know I’ll survive. Just like the Queen Mother did when she had her babies. I wont be OK, but I’ll manage.

Anyway, Mom’s guilt aside. I intended to write more. Catch up on things, but I got a progress meeting in 5 minutes. So….. here’s the short one because I want to share a video of our recent trip to Hong Kong. Yeah, no baby because I left her with my mom (You can see me facetiming with the baby in the video). The worst 5 days of guilt ever! (and I’m gonna take another trip next week to Bali without her too *sigh*) I’ll talk more about it when I get the chance to. That and maybe about my birth experience too. I’m sharing the video here because I find it cool. The Dear Darling compiled it and he’s really good at stuff like this and I always love his works.

Enjoy!

I know I am, maybe because I was in it. hehehe. Oh he tittled it “Young and Dangerous” after the famous 1996 Chinese movie. Hope this explained the title of my post. Music from 85 Crew.

Awesome.

Babe, how come we didn’t think of it before? From now on, I’ll be expecting more cool videos for all of our future trips together, OK?

A brand new year.

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Artwork by Lucille Michieli

2015.

Wow. It has been 15 years since the day I celebrated the turn of a millennium. I was only 16 then. Witnessed the world went crazy over the Y2K bug that year which turned out to be nothing.

Fast forward to today. I’m at the office when most of my colleagues and friends traded their annual leave for a long weekend. The office is pretty much very quiet this week. People are still in their holiday mood and the feeling is the same like every other year. Boring.

So what’s in store for me this year? Well for a start, if everything goes well, I’ll be turning 31 (Hello, adulthood!) and going to be a mother come March (Hello, motherhood!), my marriage with that boy I have been seeing since 12 years ago will turn 4 come July (I should start hinting from now on what presents he should get me for all of these occasions) and I guess I have a decision to make career wise too once I popped the bean out.

As usual, like every beginning of the year, I have big plans. Not really a resolution, more like what I’m planning to do and go this year. But I’m not gonna dwell with my future plans just yet and plus, whatever plan that I’m about to make now will totally and definitely be flying out of the window once Baby M made her debut. Lets just say, from now till March, my plan will be involving a lot of baby things.

I’m just here to say Hello and wishing everyone a great year.

Cheers.

The Misadventure

It’s been one crazy month after another and I got 1001 things to do today and for the rest of the week. Lets add on to the fact that my body is getting bigger and bigger by the day and I am getting more and more slower too. All I want to do today (and almost every other moment of my life right now) is just to lay down and enjoy the kicking and tiny little movements from the inside of my tummy. Is that too much to ask? Turns out, at this moment of time, it is.

So you probably heard by now that I’m carrying a bundle of responsibility, growing steadily at 28th week. But this is not my first pregnancy. I had what I like to call as a misadventure almost 10 months ago. A day before I turned 30 and also a day before the mysterious flight MH370 gone missing without a trace, I had a miscarriage. Yupe. Spent my big day of turning 30 on the bed because I was supposed to be recovering from a D&C I had the night before.

We did not plan the first pregnancy (nor this one) and I wasn’t going to say that I’m not excited all the same. That’s just down right lying. We’ve been married for more than 3 years and although we have decided to hold off on the expansion plan, when news like this came knocking, of course I was elated. I was practically dancing right in the middle of the road while we were walking towards our car after our first appointment at the clinic and the doctor confirmed it. Yeah. That how overjoyed I was.  I even carried the ultrasound photo everywhere I went and whenever I can, I kept pointed it out to the Dear Darling on how cute my baby was (yeah you cant see much but a tiny blop) going to be.  No one but the family members knew though. I was trying hard to be all cool about it. So hard for wanting to keep it hush hush, I often found myself ignoring the fact that I was carrying a child inside of me and I went on with my life and workload just like I normally would. Not a care in the world. I was happy but so, so clueless. It was definitely not a good combo.

So eight weeks into the pregnancy, I discovered a blood stain while I was at Mom’s. Just a small stain but that was enough to throw all worries in the world right in front of my doorstep. Hello, panic attack! So that evening of March 6th, 2014 (2 days before my 30th birthday) we sped off to see our caregiver, hoping it was just a threat instead of the real thing. On the way, I was praying hard that God would let it easy on my first time experience of being a mom. Prayed that I won’t come home with a broken heart and I get to tell the amazing news to my friends on my birthday. Wasn’t that an ideal situation? The journey was quiet and long for us. Well, for me at least. I don’t know what was in the Dear Darling’s head at the moment. But we were quiet as I was busy praying hard in my head.

When we arrived, the doctor can’t confirmed anything because there was no new blood other than the original stains. The ultrasound showed that everything was still intact but he didn’t tell us anything other than that. No mentioned of tiny heartbeats or anything and don’t think we asked any because we were that clueless. So he sent us home and I was requested to be on a bed rest for the rest of the week. I was a little relieved by the piece of information, that it might be just like what I prayed it to be.. a threat. All I needed was a good rest after all, I thought.

So as soon as we arrived home, I didn’t waste any time. Took a quick bath and straight on the bed, all fresh and ready to get that rest that I thought was all I needed to get back to being happy and pregnant. Mind you, there was still that worry nagging in my head but I decided being positive was the way to go here. I spent the rest of the night Googling about it. Fuh! At the rate I was reading about threaten miscarriage, there’s hope (at least that was what I like to believe). There were hundreds that got out of it and still happily pregnant. So there must be hope for me too.

Then the stomach cramp came with a slight squeeze down the nether region. So I checked and there it was – fresh, red, hot and a little lumpy but not too much to shocked me into thinking it was the end. It was just fresh stains. So I kept on hoping, crying, praying and Googling up for more info. Up till I was too tired from all the panic crying, I slept with a very heavy heart (not until a call to the doctor and he reassured me that I needed the sleep and I can come and see him the next day if the bleeding persisted).

The next day, I was feeling slightly better and not too panicky any more. The bleeding seemed to subside and leaving only brown stains from the night before but I was still on bed rest just to be sure. Spent the entire day on bed has got to be the worst idea that the doctor had ever suggested to me. I can’t do anything much but to wonder with my worries and cry. Thank God, Dear Darling was super understanding. He even took an emergency leave from work just to be with me and making sure I’m all OK and that I ate on time. Till to this very day, I am amazed at how cool he was through out the entire ordeal when I was right there, in front of him, with all of my panic attacks, drama and oh! all that crying. I’m slightly jealous of him too for being so calm about it. But I guess someone needs to be the sane one in order to keep the boat afloat or else, we’ll drown. So it was better him than me.

By the evening, I was much calmer and somehow ready to whatever outcomes that might turned out. There was no sign of fresh blood by 5pm, so I decided to go to the loo because I have been holding it in for quite sometimes (Well.. I was scared that I might flushed the baby out if I did). And then there it was.. in the toilet..  red and hot and bloody.. came down pouring as soon as I stand up. At that time, I knew that this was it. Bye bye birdie. Called out for the Hubster, cleaned the toilet and we left to get that official confirmation. I wasn’t crying any more because by that time, surges of pain kept appearing 2 to 5 seconds apart. My mind has shifted completely on managing the pain. Mom said that was how contraction felt like. I must had contractions then. We opted for the D&C right away as suggested by the doctor. How was I feeling after? Numb, thanks to the anaesthesia. I know that the anaesthesia only lasted for a few hours, but days after the incident was a total blur for me and I’m thankful for that. Especially right after the procedure because I would be a total wreck.

So on the day of my 30th birthday, after the procedure the night before, I pestered the Dear Darling to take me out on a date because in my defence, I deserved it. So he took me for a quick movie date and a lunch and we’re home and I’m back on the bed 3 hours later. Well I was supposed to be on a bed rest like any normal patient who just had a procedure anyway. Couldn’t argue much or wiggled my way out of that.

It has been 10 months since then and I am now back at being pregnant and so far, it looks promising. I’m in my third trimester now and this little bean will due somewhere in March next year. How am I feeling? Excited of course. I’m back to doing my happy dances whenever I get the chance to. Ask the Hubster. It is all I talked about ever since I found out that I’m pregnant again. Now a day, every little kick, hiccup and movement can send me over the moon. Yupe, even at 7th month, heavy, all that body aches and my carpal tunnel syndrome, this little bean makes me all sort of happy. Maybe when I can find the time and not too lazy, I shall pen down about this pregnancy.

For today, I’ll leave you with a story of how eventful was my day turning in to decade number 3 with a very strong set of hands by my side and a supportive family.

It was a good experience in the end. It made me more aware with the development of my current baby and the pregnancy itself. No more going around acting like it did not happened. It also made me more appreciative towards my man, family and of course, my own body.

Alhamdulillah.

Voting for a cause

I need your votes. Last September, after we launched Arttee Apparels, I discovered the Lactacyd’s competition where the winner will get a business fund for their start-up. So I decided to try my luck and enter. Never that I thought after 2 months, I’ll get an email telling me that I was chosen as one of the top ten finalists and I get to stand a chance to win 30,000MYR (that’s 8,963.25USD according to today’s exchange rate) for my little start-up. But I did! Screen Shot 2014-11-15 at 2.14.57 PM The catch is, there’s only 1 winner and the entry with the highest vote wins. There’s no other way around it and no matter how promising some business ideas are to the others, popularity trumps it. It’s a very tough competition. So much like politics. Screen Shot 2014-11-15 at 12.48.28 PM So here we are. Please vote for me. I am shamelessly asking because I believe in my start-up. I believe in Arttee Apparels’ cause in promoting independent artists. And I believe by winning this competition, it’ll helps us boost our presence to the mass society. The rule is simple. Every voter will get 3 votes everyday to vote for the best business idea of their choice (Mine, please!). This will goes on till 3rd December and the winner with the highest vote will be announced on 5th December. So please spend all your votes on me and do it as often as you can, whenever you have some time to spare by clicking on this link –

VOTE FOR BAHIJAH WAHID (because she’s awesome and I believe in Arttee Apparels’ awesome idea)

Yupe! Vote for me and all the wonderful things will happen. Thank you in advance. *big hugs*

Art on a tee

I had this post on hold for more than a week (no, 2 weeks) and I just couldn’t bring myself to blog a proper entry. Blogging and writing are not something that come naturally for me and I’m OK with it. I have come to accept that I am far better at complaining about my days to the Dear Darling (he showers me with hugs and foods after) rather than sitting on my ass (that is currently and steadily growing at a very alarming rate) trying to conjure up some sort of a magical super power in producing awesome readable contents regularly. I have also accepted that it’s OK if I don’t lay out all my milestones and thoughts out in the open. Because… (fun fact!) I’m not that interesting to begin with. (Me..humble? Pfftt Oh please. I’m awesome but I’m a realist)

But this time, it’s different. It needs a shout out. It needs a big hurrah. Why? Because I’m super proud of it. I’m super excited about the idea of it and the thought of not sharing it just wont cut it for me. And because it deserves all the marketing mileage it can get and I’m almost 2 months wayyyyy too late. Lets just forget about the fact that blogging about this on my very quiet blog wont makes much difference for its online presence.

So, let me introduce you to Arttee Apparels.

Arttee_FINAL_LOGOWe had the idea for quite some time. He (and by he, I mean the Dear Darling) had the idea and I’m just the enabler. Of course when I said I’m enabling this dream of his means that I let him do this full time by making this transition easy (right,hun?) and without throwing a fit knowing that we need to cut back on our expenses until the business really takes off to a height where I can comfortably start requesting for ridiculous shoes and handbags again.  (Psstt Baby, I really really want this Ju.Ju.Be’s diaper bag, pleaseee)

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So we set off with this idea of promoting struggling, independent artists (much like I am) on a platform that we know everyone can be comfortable with. So we chose T-shirts. Because what better way to show your appreciation to an artist’s work than wearing it? There are many actually. This is one of the economical and affordable ways to do it without you considering a career path in bank robbing or selling your precious kidney to the blackmarket. The concept is pretty much like Threadless and DesignByHumans in the United State, but we decided to forego the voting system and put our trust in hired professionals to be the judges for the submitted designs before we printed them for sales. We believe that this way, every artist/designer will get a fair chance on getting his/her artwork printed provided the final artwork is good.

Arttee Apparels went online on the first September of 2014 for the first time and within 3 weeks since the kick off, its facebook page has already gained more than 10,000 supporters. It is such an amazing feeling seeing the number goes up and the phone notification beeps non-stop. I never had that, so excuse me for being a little over the moon. I was amazed by how well people accepted our idea and believe in our cause. Prior to the website being launched, we had to approached our designer friends to contribute some artworks and even I contributed some. But now, artworks keep coming in from as far as Russia and Colombia!! (Yeah.. I have to put exclamation marks to that statement because I’m still in awe)

With the amount of supports and blessings we got from family, friends, new acquaintances, local art groups and publications from local and international alike, I’m hopeful that this going to work out just fine. Well, it better be!

Anyway, to record this promising venture, we started a blog about what’s going on with our little start-up <here>.

So.. please buy my artwork because I’ll get commission on every t-shirt sold and I don’t know about you, I could use the money for that Ju.Ju.Be’s BFF diaper bag in case the Hubster decides to ignore my request. I go by Queen Bee and here’s my first artwork that got printed. Yeah! Even I had to go through the judging process. No favoritism, he said. Pfft.

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The guardian of the night

Oh no, I did not drew a Batman.  That’s my Dear Darling’s thing. Superheroes are his thing. I drew random things and this is  the most recent one so far. Like a-week-ago recent. The owl was hand drawn with pencil on paper and the splashes were done using Illustrator CS6. I named this one “Hoot” because I’m so bad with naming things (like this title for example….Guardian of the night? how lame is that?).

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Anyway the printed version of the blue owl will be available on T-shirts at Arttee Apparels‘s store soon.

What’s Arttee Apparels? Oh that’s another story to tell. Keep a look out for it, OK?*winks*.

Like my short update? I thought I should let you know that I’m very much alive and very very very pregnant (Opps… that too is another story to be told for another day).

*wink*

Lets keep swimming

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Found this on the net. A reminder for myself to keep on going until my work will be as good as my ambitions.

 

Amen.

Pretty Petals

Since I’m in the right mind and mood to blog, might as well I posted something here before the feeling pass on to other things like blog hop or streaming bunch of series online. And God knows when I’ll get back to posting anything good in here. Not that this will be amazing but hey…. I’m here, alive and kicking and I’m sharing something. All is good.

I am currently on my replacement leaves after 10 days of working nonstop. Yup. I was working through the last weekend and I dont usually like to take the replacement leaves immediately. I like to keep it for longer holidays because I like my days to be well planned, but I’m too knackered. So here I am at home and contemplating if I should go to Mom’s for a free meal or not.

And before I decide on anything, I’m sharing this. These were done with watercolor pencils and I’ve posted it before. I’ve finally scanned these and made a few enhancement digitally to brighten up the colors. So here are better, clearer pictures of my “Pretty Petals”. (Oh hey… something that’s finished. Good job, girl!) hehe Thanks.

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Pretty Petals – Iris. Watercolor pencils on Glitter Card stock paper and digitally enhanced with Adobe Photoshop CS6

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Pretty Petals – Lily. Watercolor pencils on Glitter Card stock paper digitally enhanced with Adobe Photoshop CS6

Ok decided. I’m heading to Mom’s for the free lunch. I don’t know why I took too long to decide. It’s like the easiest decision y estoy siendo estúpido. Tsk tsk.

Bye, love.

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