Que sera sera

My friend had just announced her good news. She is expecting her second baby.

I am thrilled for her and a little envious too. Now that I have been married for over a year, I’d have to say I am a little sensitive when people mention about babies in my presence.

Before you take it the wrong way, I am in no hurry to conceive. But at the same time, I can’t help but to wonder why I haven’t.  I know what you’re going to say. If it bothers me so much, I should see a doctor. But I am not. Not so much.

I haven’t gone to the extent of crying out of frustration every time my period comes (like a girl I know apparently did) but it gets to me when people ask, “still no sign?” Well, I still have my period, so guess not!

Sometimes I ask myself if I am ready, truly ready for the responsibility of having a mini me or mini far1dz. I suppose no one can be truly ready for these things. My motto is, cross the bridge when you get there. Seems a little reckless but, what can I say? It’s how I really feel about the situation.

Let’s face it. Although I welcome a new member to my small family anytime soon, I’m still aiming to shed a couple of pounds. I’m not exactly ready to trade my skinny jeans with maternity pants. But when it happens, I’ll gladly don that maternity pants. At least I can say that I exercised and ate healthily before the pregnancy!

Sometimes when I am running on the treadmill or just exerting myself at the gym, I wonder if I am putting my (non-existent) child in danger. But I think God is greater than that. I have faith that if it’s meant to happen, it’s meant to happen. I could be at “it” like rabbits and wasting my life away eating tubs of ice cream while watching CSI back-to-back episodes and still have a miscarriage, for instance.

So, que sera sera, right?

Another beyonce post

If anyone in Malaysia gives Beyonce any problem about wearing short skirts and hot pants, she should just show them this video.

It’s doctor’s orders you know!

If you love gmail, you’ll love this…

I love this video. It’s amazing how gmail manages to send e-mails in a blink of an eye! :-P

Were there signs?

To say that I was shocked to read this news is an understatement. First I read that he had been admitted to the hospital. Now this? Who would have thought?

Owen Wilson doesn’t strike me as the suicidal type. He’s so funny in all his films, you’d think he doesn’t have a care in the world off screen. Ok, he is not the No 1 comedian but he’s not doing too badly either. What I’m trying to say is, to me, his career is not reason enough to slit his own wrists or take 20 tablets of sleeping pills or whatever is was that landed him in the hospital.

Of course, everyone has his off days. Sometimes when things get rough, it’s easier to wish that the world would just stop spinning than to deal with the issue. Leaving the worries of the world by “leaving” the world seems like a good idea when problems are too much to bare. But to have suicidal thoughts — like imagining yourself jumping off a tall building — and acting on those thoughts are two different things. My question is: what could be so overwhelming and great to have caused him to attempt to take his own life?

By coincidence, I am currently reading a novel about two teenage lovers who made a suicide pact. Something went wrong and one of them survived. At where I stopped reading, both sets of parents are trying to come to terms with what had just transpired, especially with the fact that they did not see it coming. As far as they are concerned, there were no signs.

In Wilson’s case, were there signs? Only he can tell.