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    <title>viva's realm</title>
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    <description>a touch of nonsensical blabberings</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2005 17:50:03 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2005.</copyright>
    <category>Entertainment</category>
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      <title>So how've you been?</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/145.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2005 01:36:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I have sooo run out of excuses (as to my lack of updates, that is).. oh heck, just shoot me and get on reading this post *grins*



So what's up with me?



- Am currently nearing the end of my short semester. That means exam's around the corner so I have to buckle up and prepare review notes (see how the teacher's the one buckling up?) and brace myself for marking the exam scripts later.



- Am six-months pregnant but 'maintain slim'. Hehe.. not kidding, I tell you. Even my colleagues think I'm imagining the whole thing! Speaking of which, I'm feeling Junior's kicks (or punches?) ever... (more)</description>
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      <title>Of tremors and tight clothes</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/144.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 01:11:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>So you guys felt the tremors a few nights ago? (Yeah, I know this entry is as stale as last month's masak lemak. But who cares, no?)




I was at home, awaken from my early slumber. Around midnight-ish, decided to tune in to 'Queer Eyes'. The guys were hilarious as usual but I must've seen their 'crookedness' to much as I suddenly felt myself slightly slanted. Unexpectedly, I was swaying a bit to my left.. then a bit to my right. I was thinking like, &quot;Whoaa.. Junior's kicking me that much, huh?&quot; But then I caught sight of the water-filter stand next to my tv set and noticed the water in... (more)</description>
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      <title>The genius</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/143.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2005 09:27:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Hey, hey hey!!!



It's me again, after like, how long eh? Er, about two-three weeks? Heh. I really am sluggish and way, waaay too lazy to blog nowadays. Thank god I have an excuse.. though I know it's getting old *grins*



So have you heard about that girl who got 17 straight A1s?? Dude, that's like, taking ALL of my subjects in school (social science) and hubby's pure science stream subjects. I really do wonder how the heck she managed to cram all those stuffs in her schedule, plus the fact that she's a debater, plays badminton (or whatever game she plays), hangs out with her friends,... (more)</description>
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      <title>First photo</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/142.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2005 10:48:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>A scene at the clinic two weeks ago..


Doctor: See these layers? Those are your stomach fat.

Me: Eek! Gemuknye! But I don't seem to look fat now..

Doctor: *Avoiding the topic* Below those er, layers, is your uterus. This black area is water..

Me: I seem to have a lot of water in my tummy too.. *about to cringe some more*

Doctor: Yes, but that's a good thing. It's not really water-lah.. The 'water' is actually the amniotic fluid. Your baby will be protected and float in the fluid all throughout your pregnancy. 

Me: Amnio what?

Doctor: You know when they say your 'water... (more)</description>
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      <title>So what's new?</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/141.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 09:26:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Yes, I admit I'm rather slow in sharing my rants nowadays. Thing is guys, (and girls -need to be politically correct here) if I do write something, I'm afraid I'll just drone on and on about my current state of queasiness, of (feeling like) fainting, of my puffy face, of my ever-growing belly (I blame this on my imagination cos it's impossible to have a bulging tummy at this stage, but never argue with a pregnant woman).. and of so many other boring things. Now just because yours truly is like this, it doesn't mean all of you lovely readers (hehe, my 'perasan' richter is higher than ever)... (more)</description>
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      <title>Of beating the occasional sickness</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/140.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2005 09:49:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Being a woman ain't easy. We strive for perfection since our early days of kindy all the way to school where we had to compete in studies cos all the other girls are just so smart, we fight for good scholarships and good places in universities (I dunno about you guys but in my time, girls had a quota compared to our male counterparts!).. not only that, we work hard to maintain our looks (especially if we weren't born in an already presentable package), we have to get the right figure for ourselves and for our existing or future man (how many of you seen female blogs that don't at least... (more)</description>
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      <title>The Sticky</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/139.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2005 09:38:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;Ayang, what is this melekit stuff? Eeye..&quot; I frowned and in my huduh-beno-punye attempt at being manja, tried to coax him into feeling the sticky substance.


He who had just returned from the loo with his prayer water (wudu' lah) blinked at me, then at the substance, shrugged and said &quot;Donno.&quot;


&quot;Ayang, rasa lah, see what it is.&quot; I insisted that he joined this sticky encounter but only to have him laugh. 


&quot;Haha.. dowan lah. You know it's sticky, you want me to hold osso. Er, think I'll take your word for it.&quot;


And for the next five minutes I tried to wheedle him into having a sticky... (more)</description>
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      <title>Junior</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/138.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2005 10:32:11 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Hehe.


Now why am I chuckling for no apparent reason? Remember my less-than-usual vivacious self in this entry? I should've known something was wrong (or right??)


I thought my 'travelling every two weeks to my hubby's place' and 'us literally living out of the suitcase' were the main culprits for my sluggishness. I wasn't feeling all that well last week. In fact, for almost two weeks prior to my post. Had a slight fever on and off, even had a swollen gland (my colleagues suspected that I might be having 'beguk'. But at this age? I thought only kids get mums). 


But guess what guys? I'm... (more)</description>
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      <title>Solitaire</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/137.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2005 03:26:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Guys, I'm addicted to Solitaire. Help.



I blame it all on my hubby who likes to play the darn thing whenever we're stuck at a family reunion (his pulak tu). I never liked the game, mainly because I suck at it. I never once won. But when I saw him play, all engrossed and eager, it sort of sparked my interest. So I started playing bit by bit, and when I won my first game I got all excited and wanted to up my notch a bit my trying to beat his time and score. So we've been doing that for the past few weeks. Yeah, we're a sad couple.



I guess he's sorta regretting letting me in on the... (more)</description>
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      <title>Life ain't peachy.. but I'll get through it</title>
      <link>http://viva.blogdrive.com/archive/136.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2005 06:42:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I am soooo lethargic. I feel weak, my head is killing me and my legs are heavy.. I nearly fell asleep in class. And I wasn't the student. 


I guess me travelling every two weeks to my hubby's place and us literally living out of the suitcase is beginning to show its effect on me. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I guess I'm not that strong (physically). I can't even bear this small adventure.. aparaa Viv??


It gets more difficult when friends and relatives ask 'How long will this be?'. Truth is, we don't know. We each have our careers (not that mine is so high-flying, but it pays the... (more)</description>
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