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July 5, 2006

my girl

I came home from work yesterday to discover her like this…

I could almost instantly tell that she’s very fond of lizards…

A few days ago, she shat a flying turd on my mom, then peed on Emily and yesterday, she ripped 2 nasty farts while asleep in my arms.

That’s my girl. I’m beginning to love her more and more…

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June 23, 2006

addicted to her

For the past 1 week, I’ve been getting hit at work by Regine’s scent. Not matter where I go, my olfactory senses would sporadically tell me that she’s right next to me. The overpowering scent of her soft skin marinated in baby sweat and grease… I’m not even sure if this whole smell thing that I caught was occurring subconsciously or what, but of course, when I started to sniff around for the source of her scent in front of my work PC, I never fail to look like a consummate psycho who has a kink in making out with electronic objects…

I think I’m addicted to my own daughter. Maybe I should stop cut down the whiffings on her head and pillow… and free myself from this enslavement…

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June 15, 2006

otak-otak

I’m sure you guys know what’s an otak-otak. In case you don’t, here’s something for you to perk up your knowledge:

Otak-otak is a fish cake from Malaysia and Singapore. In Singapore, it is more commonly known as otah or otak. The southern Malaysian town of Muar is particularly famous for it. It can also be found in Indonesia, especially in Sulawesi.

It can be eaten as a snack or with bread or rice as part of a meal.

Composition
Otak-otak is made by mixing fish paste (usually mackerel) with a mixture of spices including chillies, garlic, shallots, turmeric, lemon grass and coconut milk. The mixture is then wrapped in a leaf(usually a banana leaf) that has been softened by steaming, then grilled or steamed.

Regional varieties
There are different forms of otak-otak originating from different regions. Nonya otak-otak, with Peranakan origins, from the northern Malaysian state of Penang, is steamed as a cake in pandan leaf. However, otak-otak from the south of Malaysia and from Singapore is wrapped up as a thin slice using banana or coconut leaf and grilled over a charcoal fire (although the Singaporean version is often grilled in pandan leaf). As a result, it ends up reddish-orange, drier and with a more distinct smoky fish aroma. Other varieties of otak-otak do exist, however, the most common of which is a non-spicy, white-coloured version.

Although otak-otak is traditionally made with fish meat, modern versions of otah often utilize crab or prawn meat.

There is also a dish called pais ikan which is made of fish paste cooked in banana leaf, and is sometimes called otak-otak.

Source: Wikipedia

Regine made us some otak-otak for supper yesterday. It was ingeniously wrapped with a brand new diaper (instead of leaves) to ensure that the distinct taste was locked in for ultimate enjoyment.

Regine: “Uwahhhhhh! Wahhh! Uwahhh!”
[translation: “I made you guys some otak-otak. Now feed me milk.”]

I have a feeling that she’s going to be a great cook when she grows up.

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June 12, 2006

the day

It was the day…

08.15 am – Arrives at the hospital. We’re suppose to be there 45 minutes earlier.

08.20 am – One of the nurses asks if I would like to witness my baby’s birth. I say no. She asks again – why not. I say I’m chickening out. She leaves me alone after that.

08.25 am – Emily is ushered into a ward room to prepare for the operation. I have to wait outside the ward. The corridor is damn cold. Or is it me getting nervous?

08.25 am – The doctor arrives. He comments something about us being late and him being out of schedule. He should complain this to the city council for having such a screwed up traffic – not to a nervous father-to-be who doesn’t give a fuck about everything else on the planet at that particular warp of time.

08.30 am – A senior nurse comes by and asks me, again, if I would like to witness my baby’s birth. I say no. She asks – why not. I say I’m not into that kind of shit. She tells me I won’t be able to see any of those shits as it’ll be shielded off from view. Then wouldn’t that defy the whole purpose of being inside the room? She says – to be the first to hold the baby maa. I then tell her that the first person will always be the doctor. She leaves me alone after that.

08.40 am – Emily, now draped with a piece of operating table cloth and a shower cap, is being pushed out on a trolley bed. I asks the nurse should I just wait there or somewhere else? She tells me I can tag along to send her. I tag along and it was the longest walk ever.

08.45 am – Go to the hospital cafeteria for breakfast after sending off Emily. I get so nervous, that I drop a sausage off my plate onto the floor, picks it up and eat it without washing.

09.00 am – I settle onto an uncomfortable waiting chair at the other end of a long corridor leading to the operating theater. There are a lot of upset people around that area – something about the family grandma who got mugged and assaulted, and is fighting for her life. I am at the wrong place.

09.05 am – Somebody opens an unlocked restroom door and greeted by a loud shriek from inside. Apparently, there is a teenage girl taking a poop inside the toilet… and I can see her bare tushy. (I am sitting directly opposite the door). A sign from god that my baby’s definitely gonna be a girl?

09.10 am – The atmosphere at the waiting area worsens. Family members of ailing grandma got agitated and are making random phone calls to relatives. The pressure inside my temple mounts. I begin to wonder if I should just leave the area and wait at the operating theater entrance.

09.15 am – I’ve had enough. Just as I am about to leave the waiting area, a loud cry of an infant cuts through the tension. It is the most badass loud cry I’ve ever heard in my life and the cry is crescendoing towards my direction from the operating theater. Could that be our baby? My heart rate climbs to approximately 140bps (that’s roughly about the rate of Paul Oakenfold’s fastest mix, i think)

09.15 am – I scurry towards the source of the noise and stumble into a nurse pushing a mobile cot. Inside the cot, is a delicate newborn. I ask the nurse if the baby is mine (I am nervous and being stupid). She says if my wife’s Emily, then yes. I am instantly promoted to sainthood from being a jerk.

09.15 am – I attempt to whiff the baby, nurse restrains me from doing so. I get really psyched up, punches the nurse to the floor, gives her a drop kick and ruptures her uterus. I snap back into reality when she tells me I can do the whiffing at the nursery, instead of obstructing the traffic at the corridor. I comply her request.

09.16 am – At the nursery. Nurse tells me the baby has a set of very healthy lungs and a flair of crying out loud. I acknowledge. She then shows me the baby’s nether region to confirm her gender and I take the first whiff off Regine’s head. I savor the moment for only 5 seconds or more, before the nurse takes her away from me to a warmer. (to stabilize baby’s body temperature).

09.16 am – I return to Emily’s ward and wait. Emily is schedule to come out about an hour or more later. I make use of the time to call up my mom to announce the good news. Mom achieves orgasm through the phone – the first ever by a post-menopausal shapeshifter in womankind history.

10.40 am – Emily is finally back at the ward, just awaken from her deep anesthetic slumber. She is visibly upset and keep asking if the baby’s alright. I assure her the baby’s alright and that she is in the warmer.

1 something pm – After a long perilous wait, the mother and daughter finally reunites.

My life has changed since.

michaelooi  | 3-of-us  | 31 Comments
June 8, 2006

regine says hi

I’m so full of love right now.

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