Ramblings of a Mami of Two

Alright, this ain't the first time that I burst my front right tire, in fact, its the third time this year. And it's only May.So why does this one deserve a blog entry? Because: it happened on a Sunday it happened at my office parking lot I handled everything on my own. Details: I had to work last Sunday. On Mother's Day alright. Sheesh. So I left home at 9, all the way driving with my eyes half shut. The only thing on my mind was to park my car and grab a can of coffee at the vending machine. Because really, I was super sleepy. So naturally when I arrived at the car park, the only thing I saw was my parking spot melambai-lambai towards me. Tetiba I noticed another car parked at my spot (I have a designated parking space), somehow I was thrown off track and in a split second my kepala was panicking macam, alamak, where the hell do i park my car? Tetiba, BAMMMMM SCREEEECCCHHH SREEETTTT BEDEBUM. I had run over the curb and burst my tire. Yeay. I parked my car, g...

It's been a while. Apparently, it's not just me, the blogosphere has gone quiet for quite sometime now, and I think it only has twitter to blame. (and crazy desk jobs, perhaps?) Anyways. I'm still alive, alhamdulillah. Both ach and kimi are doing well, too. As the title of this post said, I am baking again. Finally. If you've been following my blog all these while, you might have read that I've made several attempts at baking, either from scratch or using pre-mixes, but 80% of the time they never came out right . Batat je semua. I gave up and declared myself hopeless. End of last year, Mak's oven played up after close to 10 years. I replaced the old guy with a basic oven, the cheapest that I could find in Giant and wasted no time testing it out the next day. The first cake I baked in the oven was a crunchy-topping lemon cake. Anddd lo and beholdddd, that was the first cake I'd baked in yearrrrsss that came out perfect!! I almost had an orgasm the mom...

to Mak. Sorry Mak, I don't have fancy gifts for you, nor am I planning a huge makan-makan like last year. But it doesn't mean I love you less. I love you Mak.