Just another story of the same bimbo

I realised I haven't been bitching about DH's ex-wife for quite some time now. Not that I develop a sudden sense of liking for her, but maybe I don't feel that bitter anymore with the past incidents. Or perhaps I'm all immune to her nonsense.

However, I still find it tempting to blog (or should I say bitch - as how Jen would put it) about her once in a while on her bimbo-ness. After our previous maid left for good, we decided to take over her maid who has been working with her for 10 years. Reason being she's still using DH's name for the maid's visa although she remarried 3 years ago. Not a good move to use her maid when I rather not have anything to do with her or her maid, but we are doing the maid a favor since she asked us to let her work for couple of years more to pay off her loans in Indonesia.

Now, the latest story is on how she owes her maid's salary. To cut the story short (and begin with the bitching part), the maid told me that her ma'am still owes her August's salary. And we're now in the month of October, aren't we? She tried asking for her pay but was offered partial payment first. So in the end, DH and I decided to loan the salary to the maid first so she can send it back to Indonesia for her children's living expenses. 

Sometimes I just find it rather "amusing" on how she manages her finances (not that it's my concern but if my maid is complaining to me everyday about her August's salary, then it does agitate me quite a bit). She can afford Crocs, bottles of expensive perfumes, hundreds of pairs of shoes, mountains of clothes (all told to me by her maid who works for her for 10 freaking years!) and yet she couldn't afford to pay her maid's salary? I say it's darn ironic. Oh... by the way, did I mention that her new maid quits on her after 5 days of work?

Dummies guide in gift giving

Lesson #1: Choose a suitable gift for the person (It's not about the price, it's about the fit)

Meagan received a Christmas gift from someone in my lil' black book today. From my past encounters with her, I don't expect anything from her although Dear Hubby and I gave her three kids Christmas pressies right on the dot, that is, Christmas. But to give Meagan a pair of socks that's way too small for her feet? I don't know how much experiences she has with babies (considering she has 3 children), can't she differentiate a 0-3 months old socks from a 6-12 months old one? Meagan is almost 8 months now. Obviously, it would only be appropriate to get the bigger ones instead of the 0-3 months old size?

Lesson #2: Unless you live half a globe away, belated is unacceptable.

When it comes to Christmas, it's the spirit of Christmas that's more important. Pressies are a gesture to brighten up the whole occassion, am I not right? So, I don't quite get it when people give pressies almost a month after Christmas? Moreover, it's not like we did not go over to her place to pick up the daughter during that time and it's not like she lives half the globe away from us. And where's the Merry Christmas wish from her in the first place?

Lesson #3: Give from your heart, not for the sake of giving.

My translation: Stop helping in retailer's profit for nothing.

Me, an emo biatch?

After browsing through some of my previous posts, I was like, "Hey... I sounded like an emo bitch!". But seriously, I was only emo when it comes to certain people (yes, certain bimbo to be exact). And why? No, it's not because she's an ex. And definitely not because I'm afraid of losing Dear Hubby to her. I'm 28, she's approaching 40! Do you think Dear Hubby has hots for a big and fat airhead? *roll eyes* Okay, okay, I'm being super mean here. The point is, it was due to one single incident (read this) and the bitterness started growing bigger and bigger from there.  

In addition, she insisted that she wasn't wrong when Dear Hubby asked her to apologise to me. A simple apology would have cooled my anger. To make things worse, she told Dear Hubby to warn me not to meddle into exes affairs and not to snoot into his emails. Now, now... Dear Hubby's email is always open at home. Plus, he doesn't give damn whether I read it because he has nothing to hide. Thus, who is she to ask my husband to act in such way?

End of rant.

Brands, labels... at nine?

Let's admit it. Who wants their kids to be brand conscious? Not, unless your kid has Beckham as his last name or your bank account is as fat as Donald Trump's. They might turn brand conscious when they reach the adolescent stage due to peer pressure and influences but definitely not at 9 years old.

We, as parents don't mind splurging thousands of dollars for our children but do we tell them, "Sweetie, this OshKosh cost $50 a piece. It's a good brand." or do we tell them, "Honey, mommy's buying you this because it's comfortable and you need one of this."?

You bet I'm writing this post because of my stepdaughter and you're right. Not too long ago, she said these to me.

Incident #1

She: I wear slippers only from Havaianas. Everyone in my family wears Havaianas.
*staring hard at my slippers*
What brand are yours?

Me: Erm, Dupe.

She: Huh? What brand is that? My mommy said Havaianas are the best.

*

Incident #2

After a swim at the country club one evening, I went to the shower room with her.

She: *Taking out her toiletries bag full of Redken shampoo and hair treatment spray*
Oops, I forgot my conditioner. Do you have yours?

Me: Yeah.
*Handing her my Loreal conditioner*

She: *Flipped it to the back and starts reading the description stated*
I guess this is okay for my hair. It contains pearl powder. And my mommy works for Loreal. She said Loreal is a good brand.

*

Incident #3

Then, recently just before I gave birth to baby, she saw the baby clothes Dear Hubby bought from Bandung. And this is what she said.

She: *Looking at the clothes label*
Baby Gap?!! Why must you buy Baby Gap? They're so expensive.

Me: Daddy bought them. Hey, aren't you wearing a Gap now?

She: Yeah. My grandma bought me.

Me: So why can't baby wear Gap when you're wearing one too?

She: Because it's expensive!

x

Don't you think a 9 year old kid is supposed to look at the designs, colours or perhaps patterns of an outfit rather than the brands? Where are those days when kids used to say, "Mommy, mommy, I want that pink Minnie Mouse blouse." rather than "Mommy, I want a top from Zara Kids."

So what's next? "Daddy, I want a 3-series on my 18th birthday."?

Wait, is that a mommy or a bimbo? Or both?

I just don't get how some people think. On one hand, she got so paranoid over the daughter's sex education, telling Dear Hubby how diligently she educates their child on that topic and how she doesn't trust her own sister with the daughter because she's a lesbian. On the other hand, she allows her 9 year old daughter to watch Glee where teen pregnancy, living with boyfriend before marriage and relationships between gays are shown. When asked why the mommy didn't stop her from watching such tv show, the daughter proudly answered, "My mommy watched it together with me!" *speechless*

Moreover, shouldn't she be more worried about her husband with the daughter than her lesbian sister? Duh! No one deserves an Oscar that says, 'Best Drama Queen / Bimbo Mama Year 2010' than her, seriously.

Cheers to blithering idiots in my life

They say, "It isn't life if there's not a single worry or problem". The thing is... I have too many of them. One after the other, they're driving me nuts.

Are guys generally dummies when it comes to the understanding of c-o-m-m-i-t-m-e-n-t? Well, who doesn't like to be out partying and mingling with hot chicks or hunks? I DO! I miss my younger days when life was full of late nights parties without having to worry about anything else. Now my life is never without milk bottles and soiled diapers. It's perfectly okay to go out for some booze sometimes but knowing where to draw the line and respecting the hates of your other half are the crucial part in every marriages, no?

Are ex-es generally a pain in the ass for the guy's current? They have a daughter together. I understand that point perfectly. They want to talk for hours regarding their daughter? That's fine. She wants her daughter to be an all rounder by bombarding her free hours with tons of activities while he pays for it? That's okay too. But to ask whether he has the daughter's shampoo in our house??? Oh, I didn't know we're supposed to stock up Loreal kids in vanilla or Redken readily in our house just for a 9 year old! She really ought to shut up about spoiling the daughter and all.

Argh. A week of nonsense. I had enough, seriously.

Letting go

I'm sleep deprived and extremely tired. Still, I'm awake and blogging at 4.50am. Sometimes I just need an outlet to vent my anger and frustration. Being an online game freak half my life, I haven't touch the mouse for the longest period ever and I'm starting to feel so disconnected from the world.

Ever since I am back in Jakarta, I do not have time for a proper bath, let alone time to go online. Hired help is on the way but will it solve the actual problems? I can no longer tolerate certain people who shouldn't have existed in my life if I choose a different path. I keep telling myself that such bimbo should not affect my life but when Dear Hubby repetitively gave in to her requests or when he failed to defend me as his wife when she said something stupid, should I still tolerate such idiotic actions by both of them?

It's high time I let go of things that caused much grievance to myself.

Have you heard of a woman who lived in La-La Land?

Once upon a time, there lived a woman in her La-La Land. After a daughter, a divorce and years later, she remarried and had a son with the new husband. Her husband wanted a daughter so she was pregnant again for the third time but with a baby boy instead of a girl. Since she was almost 40 when she gave birth to her third child, she had no plan of having a fourth one anymore.

The ex-husband, on the other hand, remarried a much younger wife and had a daughter. Therefore, he asked for their daughter's used clothes for the new baby girl since she won't be having anymore babies herself. The woman gave them a big bag full of old, used baby girls clothes. Some were torn, some were badly stretched, mostly with faded colours. The woman's daughter who regularly spent time with her daddy and the stepmom said, "These are all my old clothes. My mommy kept the nicer ones. She said she doesn't want to give it to you."

Moral of the story: Teach your child to lie well if you decided to be such a petty biatch in front of him/her. Before you do that, be aware that you're also teaching your child to be petty and selfish.

By the way, this is also a story of a woman who never skips church every Sunday and sent her child to Christians school since young. Maybe the ex-husband should have asked for the used clothes on Sunday instead of other days, huh? Lmao!

Aaahhhhh.... airhead biatches stories never fail to make me laugh.

The story of a peanut brain mother

Questions

1) Why would an ex-wife calls her ex-husband just to ask whether the pub's kitchen is still open? Isn't it easier to just ask straight to the point for his location?

2) Which mother (in her right mind) would send her daughter who is still clad in her sleeveless ballet outfit to a pub full of cigarrettes smokes and world cup fans screaming and shouting like mad people especially when she knows (or maybe she doesn't, given her peanut brain) that the daughter has the tendency of developing flu-like symptoms when she gets too cold in an air-conditioned area?

This time I am neither upset nor mad. I feel for the poor lil' girl who has that peanut brain bitch as a mother.

x

It was Saturday night. There were two important events that night: the daughter's ballet concert at 7.30 and a big match between Argentina and Germany at 10. We left right after the daughter's ballet performance to the local neighbourhood pub where Dear Hubby and I first met. The pub was so crowded.... full of fans of either Argentina or Germany. We wouldn't have a place to sit if it wasn't for one of Dear Hubby's friend who was there much earlier. Half an hour into the match, the daughter walked in, still clad in her ballet attire. Poor thing, she was sitting on the bar stool shivering away with a running nose while inhaling heavy second hand cigarrettes smoke for almost an hour. Besides not understanding the football game that was going on, she was asking the daddy to 'calm down' when Dear Hubby cheered for his favourite team Germany when they scored against Argentina.

So where was the mother of this poor lil' girl then?
She was with her husband and their son, nicely having supper at a nearby cafe.

Did she asks the daughter to have a bite before sending her over to the pub?
Nope.

Did she thinks twice before she decided to send a child over to a smoke-filled pub or whether the child will be too cold in her ballet attire?
Nope.

Does she has a peanut brain?
Definitely.

Did she acts like an insecure bitch who uses her daughter to both their benefits because she knows Dear Hubby would do anything for his little one?
All the time!

End of rant.

A beautiful Sunday but my rant mode is on

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and Dear Hubby decided to have brunch at Tom, Dick & Harry's @ TTDI, while waiting for his daughter. It's a routine that Dear Hubby spend time with his daughter whenever we are back from Jakarta. We ordered the big breakfast set that comes with a glass of fruit juice and a mug of either coffee or tea. And as usual, Dear Hubby ordered a pint of cider beer.

After waiting for an hour or so, a Silver Proton Perdana stopped right in front of the place and out came the daughter to join us before the car drove off again in a speed of light. In less than 15 minutes into our 'get-together', (TAA-DAA!) the ex-wife, her husband and their barely 2 year-old son in the arms of the maid walked in... so casually as if they didn't see us. Seing this, of course we invited them to sit at an empty table, like 20cm right next to us. Due to the previous incident, I've to admit that I still harbour some ill feelings (okay, maybe a lot!) towards her but decided to be as cordial as possible for the sake of Dear Hubby. Otherwise I wouldn't even think twice of giving her a piece of my mind right in front of her husband.

*taking in a deep breath*

Anyway, she started off her conversation by giving her reason they decided to lunch here. Apparently her son cried and screamed non-stop, wanting to get down the car. Next, she was blabbering non-stop about getting a new laptop for work (asking us which is more suitable for presentations and storing tons of pictures besides being lightweight). Then the conversation topic continues into Dear Hubby's life in Jakarta and etc for more than an hour.

Finally, she has the guts to ask us whether it's possible for them to bunk-in at our condo if they happened to go over to Jakarta in future. I turned to her and said, "Sure..." with a smile. Unknowingly the unfinished sentence was, "... come on over. Then we can all watch It's Complicated together, ya?"

What an idiot.

Now THAT'S complicated

I can feel my head burning while I'm typing this.

A simple question: Does an ex-wife encourages her ex-husband to keep secret from his current wife when they claimed they're just good friends after the divorce?

My opinion: If their consciences are as clear as the blue sky on a sunny day, why keep secrets?

I understand that they have a daughter together and it's inevitable not to talk to each other. But just the other day, I found out that they have been chatting with each other on the phone almost every day for as long as half an hour at each session. Dear Hubby did some explanation.... blah blah blah, which seem quite logical. After that their chatting session stopped. Or at least I thought so.

Today, I got hold of her email (never mind how) to Dear Hubby, suggesting him to watch a movie entitled 'It's complicated' with the tagline 'Divorced ... with benefits'. And also to watch it without me!

Curious, I went online to search for the movie plot synopsis and here's what I found:

Jake (Alec Baldwin), a divorced lawyer, married to a younger wife (Lake Bell), has a son, Pedro (Emjay Anthony) still feels affectionate to ex-wife, Jane (Meryl Streep), who is owner of a bakery shop. Now, a decade after their divorce, an innocent dinner between Jane and Jake turns into the unimaginable – an affair. Caught in the middle of their rekindled romance are Jake’s young wife and Adam (Martin), a recently divorced architect who starts to fall for Jane. Could love be sweeter the second time around? It's... complicated!

Coincidentally, Dear Hubby is a lawyer by profession and he's also married to a younger wife: me! So, what is she trying to get at? Am I not supposed to be mad?