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Of Sambal And Snow: August 2009
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Of Sambal And Snow. Wednesday, August 26, 2009. Baby is due next Sunday. I can't believe I no longer have to use number of day or weeks or months to refer to my due date anymore. Of course it's up to the baby when it wants to come but to us the date 6th September is like a holy date full of excitement, anticipation and fear. What an anti-climax it would be if the baby decided to come much later rather than sooner. haha! What if my pains don't go away even after the birth? It's such a crappy, rainy day to...
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Påtalat och underförstått. Bakvänt men framfört.: december 2013
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Påtalat och underförstått. Bakvänt men framfört. Lördag 28 december 2013. Lediga långa olata dagar. Lediga långa dagar. Skönt naturligtvis, men också kravfyllt. Två små vill inte ligga och slöa en hel dag på soffan! OM nu deras mor skulle råka göra det en stund vänder de uppåner på hela lägenheten på nolltid. Så vad hittar man på? Ledsen F, man blir som man umgås vettu ;). Bra dag med mina tre ❤️ :). Ett till: Tid med kärleken. Men de två sista kändes inte speciellt svåra att genomföra. Nä ni, läggdax!
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Of Sambal And Snow: Not sure what to do
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Of Sambal And Snow. Friday, August 21, 2009. Not sure what to do. That worries me a little. What if it is like that when I am in real labour? What if I can't control my breathing enough to be able to take in a deep breathe? I NEED TO BREATHE! I'm not sure but if that was a little mini taste of what is to come, I feel unprepared. When is this going to end? Guilt, frustration and pain is NOT a great combination. Please come out soon, baby.mama needs some relief. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Of Sambal And Snow: December 2009
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Of Sambal And Snow. Tuesday, December 29, 2009. A year I'll never forget. 2009 has been a year of extremes. Never have I gone through a year with more challenges, trials and tribulations and yet which resulted in the most beautiful and miraculous of gifts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Please help me to remember. That when I am weary. And my soul feels so heavy,. You'll always be there with me,. No matter how bad things may be. A year Ill never forget. Another note on obsessions. View my complete profile.
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Of Sambal And Snow: Food galore...ironically it's Ramadan.
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Of Sambal And Snow. Monday, August 24, 2009. Food galore.ironically it's Ramadan. It's Ramadan now.started 2 days ago. And yet it's all food galore in the Sjöberg flat with my mak and ayah around. Feel a tinge of sorry for husband dear since he may not necessarily appreciate the food that we love and that I ask for but then again, how often am I gonna have my mother around to cook all my Singapore favourites? Fried rice with turkey salami followed by mee siam. Dear 'ol dad was drinking the mee siam g...
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Of Sambal And Snow: March 2009
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Of Sambal And Snow. Friday, March 27, 2009. Why do I only dream in English? I asked the husband if he dreams in English or Swedish and after some thought he said Swedish which makes sense cos that is his mother tongue. But my mother tongue isn't English but I have never dreamt in Malay! It's not really a major topic of discussion but I just thought that was interesting that I dream ONLY in English and the fact that I realise that only now. What language do you dream in? Coming home from work a few nights...
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Of Sambal And Snow: May 2009
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Of Sambal And Snow. Friday, May 29, 2009. A few nights ago, I started obsessing about my belly button. My ugly, discoloured and starting to pop outwards belly button. Ugh! It's just a damn belly button! But that night, it meant the end of the world to me. I can laugh about it now but it was serious business that night. Vegetables are not supposed to be in something as great as muffins. Pretty sockerkringlor dusted in vanilla sugar mix. I'm so tooting my own horn here lah. Proud mama! Tuesday, May 26, 2009.
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Of Sambal And Snow: A year I'll never forget
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Of Sambal And Snow. Tuesday, December 29, 2009. A year I'll never forget. 2009 has been a year of extremes. Never have I gone through a year with more challenges, trials and tribulations and yet which resulted in the most beautiful and miraculous of gifts. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Please help me to remember. That when I am weary. And my soul feels so heavy,. You'll always be there with me,. No matter how bad things may be. A year Ill never forget. Another note on obsessions.
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Of Sambal And Snow: April 2009
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Of Sambal And Snow. Monday, April 27, 2009. I've been using Msn to chat and videochat with others for years and now that I live so far from family and friends, it has become even more essential as a tool to remain connected to those I love and miss. For me and most in my generation, chatting and webcams are just part and parcel of life and sometimes we tend to take it for granted. My dear dad keeps turning to my mum saying, 'where am I? Can she see me? I don't see you (my mother), sit closer lah! So we g...
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Of Sambal And Snow: October 2009
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Of Sambal And Snow. Sunday, October 11, 2009. I've Finally Joined The Club. My little bear turns 1 month today. Time truly flies when children are at this small small age. It feels like yesterday we were leaving for the hospital at 5am and before I knew it (probably because I was high on laughing gas. haha! Little Emmalina came out into the world, looking all red, white and grumpy. Can you tell I was already high here? My dear dear friend! And I was left to fend for myself cos the midwife thought I was g...
