Babylicious......

Today, i really spend my day for a new experience as a future mummy hheheeee.e.....

My heart beat races very fast as i am holding and choosing things for a newly born baby. I can feel as if there is something moving in my own womb. I really want a baby. I want to be a mother. I want my family to be complete with a bundle of joys. I want my hubby to have friends when both of us are lying on the bed. Every time we recite our prayer, we always ask for a baby. 

Actually today i am doing a shopping for my sister-in-law; Danny's wife, who will be giving birth soon somewhere in December. Since i have nothing to do, so i take the chance to do some charity by buying some baby items for her coming newly born baby. It gives lots of fun even though the price of certain items are quite pricey. I use lots of critical thinking skill in choosing the baby's items as if i am the one who will give birth to the baby.

Testing 1...2...3...Testing 1...2...3....

Everyone knows what the picture is about. Yes! Microphones. Different types of microphones. Those who love to sing may not find these objects as weird. As well as the MCs, they may find these things are very vital for their performances as MCs. Without the mics, they are not called as MCs or singers. People need mics to project the voices and to deliver the speech to the audiences so that the messages can get across to other people. As a matter of fact, mics are very important in any ceremony. However, there are some people who are afraid to these things. Maybe I can say that it is like a phobia. Let me introduce my fear. A fear to microphones to be exact. For me, my fear to microphones are the combination of different fears.

First and foremost, I am afraid of my own sound. The sound which comes out when i speak with the mic on. I am really afraid and nervous to hear my own voice. Naturally, without the mic, i have a man-like voice which sometime benefits my friends (girls) when some of them need me to pretend as their 'boyfriends' via the phone talking to their boyfriends. It works. The 'fool' might think that i am a boy. Besides, my man-like voice benefits me when i need to give order / instruction - people think that i am strict. Whenever, i give order they'll do it for the sake of my man-like-tone. No matter how strict my voice is; no matter how large am i from the mic; no matter how strong is the my man-like voice is; I CAN'T SPEAK WITH THE MIC. I DON'T HAVE THE GUT TO SPEAK WITH THE MIC. As what i have stated earlier, i am too afraid to listen to my own sound. Therefore this is what people call as ACOUSTICOPHOBIA - The fear of sound.

Next, i am very afraid of making a speech. There are many things i have to concern of. For instant, language, choice of diction, body language, tone and other things to make yourself presentable as possible. Standing in front of sea of people makes me weak and nervous because i can't stand of eyes who are staring at me. Besides that, i am afraid of making text-less speech or in other words, spontaneous speech. I would have a lot of pauses with the sound of "aaaaarrr....". This happens because i have to give or deliver the speech with a MICROPHONE...i am really afraid of the mic...Thus, the fear of making speech is called LOGOPHOBIA.

Say Hi to My Vignette, My Saga

Wow...it's been ages of not writing here. I miss my blog so much...Due to lots of donkey's jobs I don't have time to have a peep to my blog. Finally, today I 'make' the time! 

There were many things happened since the last date i wrote about my vignette and saga. Financial, health, family relationship just to name a few. But the most hurtful ever is when it involves family relationship. For sure, it's nothing to do with my family whom i live in with or family-in-law. It is about someone who is still related to you just that of not borne from the same womb. Oppsss...it seems to drag further, so i better stop here. It is off tangent as the title is "Hi to my vignette, my saga".


It's towards to the year end, lots of things need to be settled before the holiday. It is a stressful weekends or weekdays for all the 'cikgu-cikgi'. No time for FB and peeping to my blog. The temptation to all of these is too strong that makes me, one day, take a peep via my hand phone. 


Now, i am getting serious with my blog. Even though i fail to update it daily, i will try my best to update  it at least weekly or monthly. It is not a promise but more to a hope.