I have been blogging. Honest.Just that my next post is of such mammoth length that I have yet to complete it.

And it doesn’t help that I sleep only 5-6 hours a night, and would fall into a deep nap by late afternoon.

I am constantly tired, and while blogging my uber lengthy next entry, I had to stop twice to pump milk, stop twice to feed Minibean, stop once to have a massage, and stop twice for meals(breakfast and lunch).

And then, once for the much needed nap.

My past 2 weeks have been of the same routine.

Wake up. Check on Minibean. Pump milk. On the phone. Lie down to rest(sitting up for long hours are not advisable). Watch boring television programs. Getting irritated by my Mom. That’s another story all together, and it made me a very, very unpleasant person last night after a call with her.

I think it is ridiculous when I told her I don’t see why I should lie about my status when I don’t care, and don’t mind the gossips.

She said, ‘You are the only one who doesn’t mind what.’

I said my friends around me don’t mind either, and that’s all that matters.

She went on to say how my friends are of different generation, so it’s different.

So, eventually, bottomline is, ‘you are the only one who doesn’t mind’, also means = she is the only one who minds.

Duh.

So, I told her, I would only be too happy not to turn up for family gatherings in the future, since all the stifling events weren’t my cup of tea to begin with.

She sheepishly, incoherantly said something along the line that I don’t have to do that, and all I have to do is to tell them is I am already registered and married…

HAHAHA.

So funny.

Now I have to live a lie for the rest of my life, and lie to family?

Madness.

So, do I have to dream up of a scenerio, think of more lies to cover the one lie, so that for the next 10 years or next 20 years when the supposed ‘husband’ doesn’t turn up for reunions, I have some crap excuse to explain his absence?

Like, how he is an astronaut who is heading for Mars, and he would be too busy to make an appearance?

I can’t begin to describe how absurd her suggestion is, and it was beyond reasonableness to me.

And she had been asking me if the confinement lady asked me any questions, simply because she is afraid I might giveaway that she is actually my Mom, cos she had told the confinement lady she is my relative.

Hurhurhur.

Oh well.

I told her she might as well disown me.

As much as I am peeved, I don’t deny she has been relatively brilliant to Minibean.

She had offered to buy an anklet for Minibean, and been asking me to bring Minibean back once her PR application/Passport and stuff are done.

She calls everyday to ask about Minibean, yet at the same time, pissing me no end with THAT same old issue again.

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Nothing exciting for the past 2 weeks, except for… Wednesday night, when I did something really naughty.. that involved 3 men, and could potentially split my stitches….

… From the excessive laughing that is.

And 10 days after delivery, I finally had my first shower with herbal water.

It was heavenly, okay!

And I managed to shower for the 2nd time yesterday(alternate days), and I no longer smell one kind of funky.

And now, I have Tetanus telling me that he chanced upon a talent file with my casting pictures in it.

Back in 2004.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. KILL ME. JUST KILL ME.

Burn the evidence!

I cringe endlessly, thinking of a friend could potentially(or already had) view those horrid castings.

Another reason why I hadn’t been blogging, is because I am high on DOM every night.

I would concuss before I could even switch off my lights once I return from the hall after downing one and half shot of DOM.

Nobody ever told me DOM is of 70 proof.

And I shall not mention how I had giggled and lagged 2 seconds in speech for 2 nights on the phone with SBB after downing DOM.

I am now nicknamed Boozie. *hic*

Dammit.

I got many, many pictures.

I got many, many things to say.

I got no time.