radiohead is coming out with their new album in 10 days time!! this is totally unexpected!
but get this, they are not distributing it by the traditional way, no major labels are involve in the distribution! they are totally cutting off the music label companies and straight to their fans, no EMI, Capitol records in the picture, nada, zilch!
they’re only selling it through their website (at least for now), and for the digital download version, they’re letting listeners pick their own price for the album – it’s literally a donation-based product. so its really up to you to decide!
the recording industry is so screwed! a superband finally got the guts to stop the unrealistic recording industry demands! i guess this could be the new business model for musicians alike. who need the recording campanies when you can DIY it yourself! way to go, radiohead! woo hoo!!
btw, i ordered mine through their website, and they already sent me an email informing me about about my purchase. guess how much i donated, in pounds, ok!
for all you gwen fans who will be thrashing around in the concert moshpit (haha moshpit sey!) come august…
JEALOUS MUCH, CAN?!
did she kentut her baby out of that body? did she get a wizard from hogwarts to erase all traces of stretchmarks on that belly? is she secretly a character in Heroes with the superpower ability to look dropdead dripping hot while casually carrying a baby? if not, who is her personal trainer? i want names, NOW! (or at least, tell me where to get that skirt, ouuhh…)
cis. lucky i’m not going to see her. wait i throw plastic mineral water bottle at her how?
ok ok, i’m not that evul. wait kena jail, cannot blog.
eh, what am i saying, i’m not even going to her concert!
now i shall show you a mak buyong celeb gone wrong instead, to make myself (and you) feel better.
can you guess who THIS is?
no no, this is not your typical supersize american housewife going to the nearest suburban mall to buy a dozen boxes of krispy kremes. she is in fact a famous young pop opera (?) singer, who was not too long ago a sweet, innocent child of 12 years old with a number one selling album on the british classical charts. oh, and she was also the world’s top 10 naturally beautiful people, according to some dodgy online poll.
maaaaybe she’ll need the name of gwen’s personal trainer more.
*looks down at wrinkly navel and saggy pouch, forever damaged by one aniq izhan*
so i picked up the paper some time ago and found something which piqued my interest, which then led me to more interesting stuff.
angelina jolie was quoted as saying:
“Someone saying to me that I’m thin is not a compliment. I’ve always been lean and this year I lost my mom and I’ve gone through a lot. I have four kids and I finished breastfeeding – it’s been hard to get my nutrition back on track. Instead of people saying I look like a person dealing with something emotionally, they assume it’s because I want to fit into skinny jeans.”
so i tried to google for a photo of her – no, not being skinny – but breastfeeding.
there was one, but detractors have claimed that it’s fake. oh well.
i was telling izad that the tummy flabs are coming fast and furious, and he tried to psycho me into jogging with him, but i didn’t have any running shoeees, i lamented. i asked if i could take pills instead, but he wasn’t too keen about giving me half his liver, so that’s out of the question. the last resort – i’ll just need to get pregnant again. then the fat is justified, and when i b/feed again, i’ll be skinny again! yes!
anyway, back to my googling, which led me to find other celebs who b/fed. and WOW! there’s like, a whole website dedicated to spotting celebs who are preggers, who’ve given birth, etc. and naturally, quotable quotes from stars who b/fed.
yeah, i’m always happy reading about people b/feeding, STILL. macam fetish liddat. and celebrities – they have the power to inspire mere mortals, so it’s great that that they speak on the issue in public.
oh, and i also found this international breast milk project – more wow! it’s a programme for volunteers to donate breast milk to the babies in africa orphaned by HIV. very noble cause. imagine, you can be the ‘ibu susuan’ (milk mother) of many african babies, no need to adopt them ala angelina or madonna!
and today’s straits times, there’s a front page report on filipino mothers staging a protest against milk powder companies, by baring their painted breasts to the media. goes to show that you DON’T need to be hollywood celebrities to get the message across, after all.
“The companies making baby-milk formula, led by Nestle, whose founder invented the product 137 years ago, and a clutch of American health-care giants, have long drawn fire for hard selling an expensive and – if mixed with unclean water – potentially lethal product in the developing world. Breastfeeding campaigners say that has gulled generations of mothers in poor countries into believing infant formula is superior to their milk.”
i suppose their agenda is slightly different, in that it really affects the infant mortality in the country. according to Unicef, 16,000 infants die a year in the Philippines from incorrect feeding practices, including the use of formula mixed with contaminated water. and more and more poor, low-income people there have fallen prey to the advertising message that infants raised on formula will grow up to do well in school, and thus find good jobs. they also regard b/feeding as “old-fashioned, low-class and backward”. how sad.
the filipinos are surely one of the strongest advocates in b/feeding. i was hosting a group of filipino officials just last month, and during our discussion on infant care centre facilities, one of them was really impressed and happy when i told them that it’s a requirement to have a separate fridge for storing b/milk. they were even more impressed when i told them that many working mothers here are encouraged to express b/milk with the availability of nursing room facilities.
yeah, yeah. here i go again, huh, being all militantist? tsk.
now, somebody hand me some paint… *unbuttons shirt*
he brought up that article in today’s paper about the study which revealed how women who are ‘daddy’s girls’ are subconsciously attracted to men who resemble their fathers, and this sexual imprinting occurs when they’ve had a positive childhood or a good relationship with their fathers.
i’ve always had a theory like that. i mean, it’s not exactly breakthrough science, is it?? but of course, in all cases of human nature, it’s not hundred percent applicable.
all i can say is… i married someone quite the opposite of my dad. well, EXCEPT for they part where they both like acquiring new gadgets. my dad really likes talking to him about such things – computers, car stereos, cameras… but that’s as far as their common interests lie. in terms of personality, they’re quite different. (with the exception of other ‘male-centric’ behaviours, like being generally messy around the house, hee!)
their style of parenting also differs… but i won’t elaborate for now.
my point of this entry was, to wish ‘happy father’s day’ to you… and you.
oh, and erm, this picture below – that’s just my… distraction. sorry, mr izad. next time i superimpose your face on mcdreamy, ok? lol!
i’ve been reading the news about the teenager whose life was cut short when she was literally swept away by the current in the canal. she was playing with her three friends after school, probably teasing one another, like all schoolkids do. just another normal day, homework in their bags… and their handphones.
what happened next, i imagine could happen to just about anyone. it could’ve happened even to me, knowing my wandering ways after school, taking a meandering route on the way home just to hang out with my buddies, and finding ourselves at times embroiled in ‘exciting’ adventures.
kids (coz yes, teens are still that, no matter what they insist) – their sense of judgment can be so, for lack of better words, bad, you know? you can warn them all about the dangers of the world, but there would always be SOMETHING you’d miss out on. like, “don’t climb down canals”, for example.
what could’ve gone through their minds at that point in time?
the water doesn’t look deep, so it’s safe.
there are four of us, so it’s safe.
the bag’s just there, it shouldn’t take more than a minute to retrieve it, so it’s safe.
nobody’s looking, so it’s safe.
we gotta get our handphones back or our parents will kill us! (ironically, another force of nature did.)
who knows what their collective thoughts were, whether they discussed the pros and cons or calculated the risk? or did they even stop to think about their actions and consequences at all?
it scares me to think that you, yes YOU, will one day be a teenager too, with the kind of cloudy judgment that accompanies most teenagers, further impaired by influences of your peers. what kinds of trouble will you get yourself into – or get away with? we could arm you with all the don’ts we can think of, but oh, the loopholes in life…
besides, all the don’ts we throw at you will only make them seem more challenging, and therefore irresistible, won’t it?
so, for all the bravery and impulsiveness you display now (ok ok, i KNOW, you’re barely two years old, hmph), i hope you’ll grow up understanding how precious your life is, and to always think think think before you embark on something, for lack of better words, stupid.
because, we can’t be there all the time to shout “NOOO! ANIQ! DON’T!”
(oh, and let’s not get into the whole other issue of fornicating on staircase landings with 13-year-old girls. yes, i’ve been reading The New Paper, i know what them ‘kids’ are up to.)
i was reading BH (again! why? why??) today and as usual, flipped to find dr z’s article on children.
at the end of it, my reaction was – “OH SHIT”.
Sifat Hiperaktif
- Kerap menggerak tangan atau kaki atau menggeliang-geliut di tempat duduk.
- Tidak boleh duduk diam.
- Selalu berlari ke sana ke mari atau suka memanjat.
- Sukar melakukan kerja sekolah secara senyap.
- Asyik bercakap dan bermain dengan riuh.
- Sering bergerak cergas dan lincah seolah-olah sentiasa bertenaga.
and the article goes on to talk about other signs of ADHD in older kids.
with the exception of point 4 (as he has yet to go to school), i gulped at the end of the five other items… coz they are exactly what my mum complains to me about everyday, and what we ourselves get exasperated about.
“anak kau, taaaak boleh duduk diam, satu minit pon!”
“tengok tu, asik nak lari ajer!”
“tak tau penat, budak ni!”
“asik bongkar aje kerje dia!”
“nakalnye anak kau!”
… are just a few of the frequent phrases we hear, or say ourselves. but we hear it being said so often of other kids too, that we just brush it off as a norm. i mean, i thought kids naturally can’t sit still and are full of energy?
i made mum read it and she too agreed that the points mentioned are pretty close for comfort. she said there were a LOT of kids in her school where she used to teach, who were just like that, and worse. disturbing other kids, banging things on the table, running around the classroom, etc.
i hate to think the worst of my child (who does?), but i can imagine him doing all that, actually. then again, it’s always how i imagined little boys to be in school! (this coming from someone who was in an all-girls’ school for her entire primary and secondary school years, so i must say i’m not really the expert at little boys’ behaviour in classrooms.)
for now, i think he is still quite manageable, and pretty good at listening to/following instructions (our ‘barney says’ and ‘animal sounds’ acts are quite the hit with the crowd, hehe). and despite his affinity for wrestling and general rough-housing, he can sit down quietly for a while, with or without me, to ponder over his picture books or perfect a new skill… till something else catches his eyes, that is!
so, err, i don’t know… now i’m worried. thanks, BH! :S
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on another note (see, talk about short attention span), YET another reason why blake is hawt hawt hawt.
he sang THAT song last night.
(okay, so it was originally ryan adams’, or tim mcgraw’s, who cares, bono sang it too!)
“where do you go when you’re lonely? i’ll follow you when the stars go blue…”
wow, arent the irish such gorgeous people? (this based merely on the corrs sisters and bono, hehe.)
as expected, liverpool breezed through to the semifinals of the champions league after disposing PSV comfortably 4-0 on aggregate. resting several first team players, liverpool still looks comfortable at home, although they scored after PSV was down with 10 players after dirk marcellis, who was making his championship debut, was shown the red card.
so, its set to be another mouthwatering encounter with chelsea in the semifinals, with milan and manUre in the other semifinal. let’s see who liverpool will meet in athens, greece come may 23.
in an unrelated story, i decided to come back from my semi-retired status, to play for my institution this coming new football season. for those who wants to know, i’d sworn off football last season after my cheapo topper boots started to disintegrate during the quarterfinals. by the way, my team was knocked out soon after. no, it had nothing to do with me, as i was just one of the fringe reserve player, hoping for my 5 minutes of fame, ha!
anyway, i was encouraged by the recent fortunes of my fav team that i decided to get myself a new pair of boots to replace the disintegrated boots. so off i went with the wifey and aniq to the kingdom of sports gear, queensway! my initial budget of $30 could only get the toppers and kelmes. so i settled on a pair of umbros for $50 after discount. for a fringe player like me, i guess, it was more than ok, although i was really eyeing on the ronaldinho tiempo nike boots, which cost a cool $200!
maybe i could dribble like ronaldinho if i got one of them, but i guess i just settle on the umbros for now!
did you read in the local news about the seven-year-old child who recently passed ‘o’ level chemistry?
gosh. i barely passed mine at sixteen. even if i lived to be a hundred, i still wouldn’t know what to do with a freaking pipette. (and this coming from one who unwittingly did pure chem in sec school and failed miserably at every test, till ‘o’ levels when i *did* finally get a pathetic ‘C’, which incidentally was what the seven-year-old scored too, so you can say my understanding of chemistry is that of a genius seven-year-old’s… hah!)
according to his dad’s blog, the boy started crawling at four months (!), and started walking at six months (!), and started talking and reading earlier in general than his peers. and he does stuff like doodle atoms. (while i doodled stars – damn i should’ve taken up astronomy.)
his youngest brother (aniq’s age) is apparently a “genius” too because he can do stunts like climb up the stairs backwards, started speaking at eight months, etc.
!!
try as we might not to compare our kids with others, or use their achievements and developments as yardsticks or benchmarks, there’s something inherently competitive in our nature as human beings to do just that – compare.
we KNOW it’s unhealthy (for us and our kids), and we KNOW it’s unfair (coz every child is different), but we do it anyway, even if it’s somewhere at the back of our minds.
“their kid can do that, why can’t mine?”
it’s harrowing enough that we have to check against the developmental milestones charted in their health book every few months to see if they have the appropriate skills at the appropriate age. but measuring up to these proclaimed child geniuses/prodigies… hmm… you can’t help but wonder…
and as our parental pride deflates, we swallow the humble pie, and be thankful that our child is simply healthy, happy… and undeniably average.
he may not be a “genius” or a “prodigy”, but the future before him brims with hope and possibilities of being Someone Special or doing Something Good, in one way or another. we can only pray, and do our best to guide him…
meanwhile, the boy is way too busy in his own world to bother with “the rat race”.
busy with what?
“THWOWWWWW! THWOWWW BAWLL!”
his current favourite phrase (and action – then again, he throws everything, not just balls), complete with exclamation marks at the end. do you notice how kids have a thing for exclamations? it’s like they have this incredible abundance of energy, not just in their perpetually propelling limbs, but also bursting from their lungs.
(readers, please note that i will intermittently address the Husband directly via blog entries because, err, sometimes i forget what i wanted to talk to him about, so i’m typing it out for him to read later. very lame? nevermind, continue…)
if it isn’t exciting enough that robert smith et al ie. the cure are purportedly coming to town come august, you have informed me through your dubious grapevines that snow patrol and kaiser chiefs too may wash up on our tiny shores in september.
YOU SURE OR NOT??
hmm baru semalam kita nyanyi dengan penuh semangat “ruby ruby ruby rubaaay!” kat dalam kereta eh. si kecik tu pun ter-snigger-snigger kat kita (“heh heh… heh heh…”) after every line in the chorus. dalam fikiran dia, “apa mak bapak aku ni, sot agaknye”. mana lah budak tu tak jadi macam anak met rock.
anyway i’m still miffed we missed pakcik bono down-under last year. pfft. and too bad we didn’t have any babysitter for si kecik when matt bellamy and co. were here. and i think if we’d gone to fallout boy, we’d be like the most freaking oldest and makcikpakcik-looking couple there. erm. but i don’t mind if panic! came tau. macam sedap gitu lagu dorang.
ouhhh! i hear my favourite cornflake girl will be releasing her new album in may. any hope she’ll come too?
hehe. BF-ing a piglet ten years ago. wonder how the piglet’s grown since…
ok, that’s all for now, Husband. thank you for your not-so-reliable updates. at least it gave me something to blog about. by the way, i can already hear whispers of ‘dah tua tak sedar diri, pergilah syarahan ke, ceramah ke’…
hurhur.
to end off, here’s something irreverent for your entertainment. they came in an email with the subject “why daddies shouldn’t buy baby clothes”. ho ho, i’ll say…
maybe we should really get into the baby t-shirt business, hor?
ok dah. see you later!
ps: i’m not having dinner tonight. dah makan free lunch kat carousel tadi, ber-round-round sampai lagi sikit nak jadi bullimic. i think i gained 5kg in one sitting. tapi best. next time i bring you ok?
how did they even figure out what to do with their… organs, these mere CHILDREN? and for them to get it right, hitting the bulls eye, when scores of (legally-binding, ripe of age, rational-thinking) adults can’t (or won’t)?
it seems that this generation has come a really LOOOONG way from our days when we were nine, playing what – yeh-yeh, teng-teng, set-set-mi-mi….
light years ahead, the ‘kids’ now are.
and yet one more freaking thing to fear about for our own children.
* * * * *
so while these days children twenty years my junior are going around bonking and procreating, i feel like i should be the nine-year-old instead.
because my mother told ME i shouldn’t get myself knocked up again.
well, she’s said it several times, really. but it only sunk in the last time she said it a few days ago.
incapable of and incompetent in handling just one, what more two, or more, she asks?
i won’t take it as a personal challenge to prove her wrong and proceed to produce a busload of tiny tots.
because i’m passive-aggressive that way.
she’d always told me i wasn’t any good in the kitchen, and i believe her – i’m not.
she’d always say she can’t imagine what state of disarray my house is in (she hasn’t visited in quite a while), so i sometimes leave the bed unmade – in her honour.
and if she thinks i’m no good at coping with motherhood, who am i to argue?
so you see, don’t blame me if i procrastinate on that “next round” thing.
coz my mommy said i shouldn’t.
(now, how convenient is that for an excuse? hah!)
* * * * *
then again, looking through the many archived photos we have of the little one from the day he was born, all precious and gorgeous… it’s pretty hard to resist going through it all again, incompetence aside.
maybe i should be like that nine-year-old and throw caution to the wind and not think too much and be ignorant of the consequences and just GET ON with the bonking and procreating…
ok, before december REALLY ends, just a few more last pics of december celebrations that ensued. ok? can lah. you don’t mind seeing more babies, right?? err. anyway. there was harith’s first birthday, but he was a lil grumpy-wumpy when we were there.
then there was camellia’s first. to my dismay, she already has SO MANY TOYS, so our gift would just add to the clutter. haii. should’ve given her something else. like, hmm, a spa voucher or something.
some say they look alike. big eyes and fluttery lashes! ni baru gegerr.
ok dah. no more birthdays and parties for the year. really. (wait, new year’s eve party considered this year or next year..?)
on another note, they say we melayus are NOT making enough babies this year.
HUH? YOU SURE OR NOT??
TODAY reported that for the first time, Malays gave birth to fewer babies than were needed to replace their population last year. The replacement rate has been pegged at 2.1 and according to figures released yesterday, the fertility rate of Malays fell to 2.07… There were 37,500 births which is an increase of 0.9 per cent compared to 2004 but well below the 60,000 or so babies needed to replace the population.
so we need 60,000 or so babies, huh? hmm *whips out abacus*… that would take 60,000 wombs and eggs, or less if you factor in twins/triplets/sextuplets. oh, and a WHOLE LOTTA sperm. (but please eh, si dektu yang terperuk dalam jail, we don’t need anymore of yours, ok. sor-ry.)
and i thought we’re doing quite well, from the record number of babies i’ve visited and pregnancies (and re-pregnancies, if there’s such a word, heh) galore i’ve heard about this year alone.
after a whole year of repeatedly being asked when my next one will be, i may actually be running out of time and excuses.
speaking of which, my body has also sent me a “signal”. last friday, actually. the Full Moon FINALLY arrived, after a long period of absence. (or rather, a long absence of period, har har.)
it’s almost as if there’s an egg-timer (pun intended) in there or something. the timing really couldn’t be better, because we’d made a decision to start The Weaning Process right after his first birthday. periods, for the uninitiated, cause dips in milk supply, something i hadn’t gone through, thanks to the monthly no-shows this whole year.
so yeah, we’ll finally crack open our first tin of formula come monday (i think).
hmm, does it call for a celebration and fanfare, you think? ;p
i’m not sure how we’ll take to it, and which of us will have withdrawal symptoms. sometimes, it’s as if the boobies are his drugs. “macam ketagih,” says mum, chuckling as he buries his face on my chest after a day at work away from him, not about to be swayed by anyone else who tries to lure him off my lap.
who the “ketagih” one is, is your guess.
i remember writing that i wish for the day he’d run up to me when i come home from work and bulldoze me to the ground with a loud “MUMMY!”
i guess i got my wish after all. come 7pm, his oma would say out loud “mummy balik! mummy balik!”, he’d turn his head towards the door where i’ll be standing, and he’d scrunch up his face and grin before trotting over with a “mmMA!” and throw his arms around my legs.
the feeling is – FWAH.
so yeah, my one year of TBF – no regrets. at all.
sometimes i wonder, will i be able to do this all over again when the second (or third??) comes along? will i have the same energy and drive?
i have friends (and an aunt) who feel they’ve ‘shortchanged’ their subsequent children with a “penat lah, tak kuasa” stance, after they’ve been all gungho with TBF the first time round.
but, i guess i’ll only know when i cross the bridge.
meanwhile, honey… bottoms up!
and here’s to MORE melayu babies to come… watch out, chingjiapore! (which was really the original topic of this entry, wasn’t it?)
It has been wildly and grossly reported on CNN (Celoteh-tak-tentu-pasal News Network) that there will be a GRAND, HUGE-ASS, GLITTERATI birthday party of EPIC PROPORTIONS happening in the eastern part of Singapore this coming December, akin to the recent weddings of TomKat, Datoks SK (no relations to chain of jewelry shops or almost-recalled beauty product endorsed by famous oriental star), and other small-time celebrities-tak-jadi of the Suria variety.
The Diaznadnaha investigating crew decided to dig deep into the heartlands to discover the awful truth and harsh reality behind this almost-scandalous piece of news, originated by an educator-by-day, amateur-roving-reporter-with-bad-spelling-by-night, Mie Bte Suv.
This is what they found…
1) Talks are in session with well-loved chef, Yua (not, as erroneously reported, some other chef called Naa, whoever that is), on the design of an appropriate confectionary for the celebration of one-year-old, Iqan, which does NOT include extreme amounts of sugared icing on little cakes placed in little cups, otherwise known as Cupcakes. (It is agreed upon, too, that the public should be warned of the proliferation of such sweet offerings to small children, as well as adults, as they may cause bad teeth and bad karma. Also, if you are being charged $400 for a bunch of them, you’re being s-w-i-n-d-l-e-d, honey. But that’s another newsworthy report altogether.)
2) A group of Actual Friends of the said birthday child’s parents have responded positively to the modest celebration taking place. They include a mix of relatives, as well as non-internet-savvy and internet-friendly people (or iFriends). Some of these iFriends are Real People, who have, over time, established Real Connections with one another in the Real World. These iFriends are a few amongst those who played a part in the mother’s journey during her fiercely-protected pregnancy, as well as her journey through a year of motherhood, by dispensing good wishes, advice, listening ears, and lots of love. They have met, cuddled, kissed, hugged, and shared in the joy of the growth and development of Iqan, from the moment he was born into the world. (They are also known not to launch attacks on the parents, virtually or otherwise.) The guest list is kept to a minimum and is currently undisclosed. However, it is known that Ms Mie “Know-it-all” Suv, is unfortunately not invited as she is, as she declares, merely a “casual observer”. Not that she cares, of course, as she herself will probably throw a first party for her own cute and adorable child a few months down the road, with no invited guests of course.
3) The boy’s much-adored aunt, ifzahurnah, will be presenting Iqan with a drum set. (This part of the reporting is, amazingly, correct.)
4) No expensive presents are sought after or expected from gorgeous lady in uniform, Naihar – only her precious presence is. That, money can’t buy. As it stands, ten out of eleven minutes are still owed to Naihar, for free manhandling (toddlerhandling?) of Iqan. Flight schedules are a bitch. Or so we heard.
5) Iqan’s father will not be showering him with gifts. This includes ridiculous gadgets, like iSomething or iOther. (On a side note, Apple interns should be fired for not knowing their products.) The father will be showering lots of lurve on the child, by arranging the food for the day, and at the same time, contributing to the community. (This, too, a newsworthy report for another day.)
6) The allegedly grandiose party will be held in an undisclosed open venue which costs the hosts a grand total of $60/-, including electricity and running water (and a whole lotta running-around space). The parents of the boy Iqan are, as you can tell, hopeless cheapskates, which was also the reason why they did not hold their wedding at a nice hotel. Then again, as they say, “damned if you do, damned if you don’t”. Right, Naihar? har har! Oh, it is also noted that no FDWs will be made to clean up. Only Banglas, for which they will be paid through the Town Council.
7) Babies will be, without a doubt, the highlight of the day. Babies, be they twins, triplets, or sextuplets, are lovely creatures, worthy of being celebrated for their mere creation and existence. All babies will be put in a circus-like ring to be duly admired on that day. Those who do not coo accordingly for an equal amount of time at each and every baby present will have their heads and reproductive systems chopped off.
8 ) Due to the impending bonus and generally generous moods, Iqan will likely enjoy his loot. The child’s parents have little control over this, except to answer to those who’ve made queries, that gifts, if any, should not endorse violence, be too bulky, or non-age-appropriate. Guests should not feel burdened – we have exclusive news that this will be the only time in many years to come where his age will be celebrated, the next one being 16. (Though by then, he’ll be too teenager to even want one by his parents, ho ho.)
9) The abovementioned bonus, plus the mother’s shrewd thriftiness, will go to paying for her only child’s first birthday. Part of her bonus will also be disbursed to all parties involved in the caregiving of Iqan, such as the grandmother and the helper. (Must declare publicly hor? Like public taxpayers’ monies liddat.)
This is a post done tongue-in-cheek style. So let’s all learn to laugh at ourselves. And if you can decipher all the anagrams of the names… you should REALLY get a life.
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