Pretty memories of a bun

Last Tuesday evening, we had dinner at Queensbay Mall. As we were walking in the lower ground level, right next to where the New Zealand Natural Ice Cream booth is, what should greet our eyes but this:

Penang was finally gonna have a Rotiboy of our own. All the mexican buns that we can get. When it opens, the entire lower ground level of Queensbay Mall will be infused with the aroma of Mexican buns, I’m sure. I had my first taste of Rotiboy Mexican buns back in 2003, when I attended a training in Kuala Lumpur. I tell you, it was a blessing that the training was held in the Petronas Twin Towers right next to Suria KLCC, so I got to stay a few nights at the Mandarin Oriental. Ha..but that’s another story altogether.

Anyway, we were provided with snacks for tea during our training, and one of the snacks we had was a Mexican bun from Rotiboy. That’s when I absolutely fell in love with it. Let me tell you though, that I am not a coffee person, so it was rather surprising to me that I actually loved the Mexican bun. Had to be eaten warm though; if taken cold, it feels really oily and gross.

Since that day, I would crave for the Rotiboy Mexican bun so bad that I had to have at least one every time I go to KL. We once made a special trip to Low Yat Plaza to get some too.

I always wondered why there was not a single Rotiboy stall in Penang though, and I contemplated opening one here myself at one point, but alas someone has beaten me to it! Funny thing is when I found out about the impending opening of the Rotiboy outlet in Queensbay Mall the other day, I wasn’t as excited as I thought I would be. Perhaps I’m not as crazy about the mexican bun as I was before. Perhaps my tastebuds have changed. Perhaps it was a case of “Out of sight, out of mind”. Perhaps it was because mexican buns gave me a sore throat the last time I had them. Or perhaps it is motherhood that has changed me, in that I have to eat as healthily as possible in order to be a good exemplary figure for Ethan. Perhaps perhaps perhaps…

Incidentally, I recently read a short and sweet not-quite-poemlike thingy about motherhood, which actually started out as an email but someone converted it into a tag called the pretty mommy tag. I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t a bunch of blablablas though, and as I read it, I found myself agreeing to most of the statements because I had experienced them myself. Aptly titled “Before I was a Mom”, it was an eye-opening account of how motherhood transforms someone, and I realized how much I had learnt and changed in the span of the two years that I have embraced motherhood.

The rule to the e-mail was that, once you have been hit, you have to hit 5 pretty Moms, including the one who thought of you today & sent it to you. The idea is that if you get hit again, You will know you are really pretty!

So I thought lets just turn this into a tag instead. But that “hit” part won’t work very well in a tag. So instead of giving a “hit” to the one who tag you, you add your name at the bottom of the tagged persons list, and without bumping the person at the top or bumping anyone off and let the list grow.
Hit 5 pretty moms on your list to let them know they are pretty!

Before I was a Mom

I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom

I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom

I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom

I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom –

I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom –

I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

Here’s the first chain of tags :
1. Lovelymummy
2. Pek Imm
3. Momisodes
4. Ling that’s me
5. Janicepa
6. AnnieQ
7. Allthingspurple
8. Montessorimum
9. clumsy mommy
10. Sandra
11. KittyCat
12. VivianZ
13. Sweetpea
14. Sasha
15. Giddy Tiger

The five special mommies I am tagging are:

• Jazzmint
• Huisia
• Wen
• Hijack Queen
• Health Freak Mommy