Heavy

9th year with WordPress today. Wow. But these days I am not writing as much as I did those days. Macam blogging juice ya dah sikda.

Eh wait. Bukannya sik ada, just lazy. Too much too say, so many things to tell, but too lazy to type it out. *inserts guilty face emoticon, but with puppy eyes minta kesian*

Anyhoos. I am now 7th month into my 3rd pregnancy and I am feeling HEAVY, LAZY and just so TIRED. You know when you drive on the timber roads; climbing up the steep hills, you’ll see rows and rows of timber lorry carrying heavy loads moving slowly up the hill?

That’s how I feel now. Like a heavy kenderaan berat.

I Want to Remember and to be Remembered

We were in KRP almost everyday over the past weekend attending the Highlanders Sports Carnival. For those who doesn’t know, it’s a once in 2 year event among the Kelabit communities where they get together, bond and have fun under the sun.

KRP. I am still not used to calling that place KRP actually. It used to be called KSL before it was renamed. It brings back a lot of memories. Childhood memories. Fond ones, happier times. No worries, less stress. No adult responsibilities. Sweet sweet childhood memories I treasure so much.

Almost every DAY, our family used to hang out in KSL for swimming sessions, basketball games and badminton. Dad used to play football, so Mom and the rest of my siblings (and cousins too, most of the time) will hang around at the pool. Boy, we could spend hours and hours in the pool and refused to go home until it was dark.

Sunburns? Definitely! I mean, as long as we were having fun, do you think we care about how tanned we were? Nope. Definitely not.

We didn’t get any proper swimming lessons but because Dad was also a part time swimming instructor, we got free lessons from him. Not like the ones you imagine aka: Step 1: learn how to kick in the water, Step 2: learn how to float. No no no.

He lifted us up in the air, and throw us into the water! Ko berusaha la sia trying to float. I used to get so angry at him for that, but deep down inside I thank him. Because of him, we learn one skill that some people may not have: SWIMMING.

After swimming sessions, we used to ask Dad or Mom to buy ice cream from the bar or sometimes during good days (pay day I guess), Dad treat the whole family to mee goreng and deep fried udang tepung from the Cafeteria. We loved their deep fried udang tepung.

I remember one night, I got a bad allergy reaction to it, but it didn’t stop me to still savor the same dish the next time. Allergic tolak tepi, asalkan sedap dan nikmat!

I missed my childhood. I had a good one. Thank you Mom and Dad. ❤

 

Being a mother now, I want to have these memories with my children too. And I want them to have these memories of me. Of us.

It can be tiring, and most of the time all I want to do is sit back and enjoy the movies on Netflix at home. But the kids will only be kids in a short period of time. I’ll enjoy it while it last. While I still have time.

 

Talking with Travis

TAVIS

 

Travis is 3 y/o and has so much to say these days. He enjoys talking, chatting, singing and telling stories of his day. But the thing is, I think he is confused with which language he needs to speak in. More often than not, his words are jumbled up. I understand him, so does his Puidoh and Kakak Motik, but it still sounds gibberish most of the time.

We speak four languages at home: English, Melayu Sarawak, Kelabit and Kayan. I can see that he understands all four, judging from how he is able to take commands and simple instructions like:

“Lawai, help mommy throw this into the rubbish bin.”

“Lawai, come here. Mommy put on your seluar.”

“Lawai, mang. Mano’ na’a”

“Lawai, nah, kuman.”

When hubs and I are back from work, he will greet us so excitedly. Like so happy, mommy and daddy are back from work like that. “HI !!! IT’S A MOMMY. IT’S A DADDY !!!” And come running at us giving us hugs. *hati ai berbunga-bunga everytime he does this*

(Yes, he puts an “A” in front of everything. Like: It’s a bird. It’s a car. It’s a mommy. It’s a daddy.) 😀

Examples of sentences Lawai uses in his daily conversations:

Mommy, come here. – when he asks me to sit with him.

Mommy, I want bitkit. – when he asks for biscuits.

Mommy, I bejebejebejebejebejebejebejebeje MAMAM! – it annoys me when he goes “bejebejebejebeje”. He is trying to tell me something in the line of “Mommy, I had chicken for lunch just now”. I am still trying to get him to slow down and fit these words in his sentences. *urut dada bawa bersabar. Time will come.*

Daddy, Daddy, come. Kuman. – he imitates me actually for this one. Whenever dinner is served, I would call hubs and say.. come, kuman. I guess he picks it up from there.

My favorite of course has to be: Mommy, I yav yu. ❤

He lovesss to sing and dance. And I enjoy watching him doing this.

One thing I am happy to see is, he knows how to say thank you and sorry. Good job my dear boy. Manners A+ for you.

Slowly… we’ll get there. The time will come when I have to prepare myself with answers to questions like: Mommy, why is the sky blue? Mommy, why is the sun shinning? Mommy, why why why why why….

Cheers! xx

Dawin

It’s been a while. How have you been?

 

Me? Oh nothing much. Just surviving since the big crash in the oil & gas industries, and at the same time juggling responsibilities as a working professional and being a mother of two.

Time has passed so fast that it feels like everything is running on auto-mode at times: Waking up in the morning, preparing to get to work, WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK, goes home, play with the kids, talk to the husband, sleep.

And repeat.

I am thankful for this life though. It may sound like I lead a boring life now, but I can’t be more blessed than this. To have a roof on top of our heads. To have food on the table. Most importantly, to be surrounded by my loved ones. xx

 

Anyway….. Let me introduce to you blogders, my daughter; Dawin.

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She is going to be 1 really soon! Time to plan for a small celebration.

Till the next post, keep calm and pray for the US!

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