I spy... a cucu of Cikgu Tipah

I went to a solemnisation (is there such word) ceremony of my husband's cousin today. However, one of my hubby's cousin was my mum's ex-student. The first thing that he said when he saw my daughter was "This got to be cucu cikgu Tipah". He told my hubby that, her face is like my mum. I don't see it. Can you?

4 reasons not to buy...

Two days ago, a friend of mine called and asked me to join her in One Utama. Shopping... what else... before the Mega Sales ends. I said no.. as I just came back from my aunt's place and I have to go and pick up my children from school.

However, her call reminds me of the last time we went out and shop. That was about a year plus ago. We went shopping somewhere... I just can't remember where exactly and we stopped at one of the hottest boutique. As usual, we tried anything that we like. I never really shop at these places. But, since I was a teenager, I always love to try on something. But never really bought anything. Really truly window shopping.

Come back to the story about shopping with this friends of mine. At the shop, I tried on a jeans. Nice. She was pushing me to buy it. I looked at the price and that was it. I put it back immediately. It was way to expensive for a jeans. RM500!!! Crazy...!!! My friends still tried to make me buy the jeans. Finally, I make her keep her mouth quiet, after I gave her these reasons... Especially the final reason..

1. After spending RM500 on a pair of jeans, the chances are, I won't be using it often. I would only wear it at certain occasion. What a waste? Spending RM500 then, never really use it as much as the price/value.

2. Spending RM500 on a pair of jeans and or spend RM500 for so many other things. Of course, the chances are, I won't be able to save it and put it in my Tabung Haji or ASB.I'd rather spend RM500 on so many other things. At least I got so many other things compared to only one pair of jeans.

3. It is just a pair of jeans. My RM19.90 jeans that I bought in Giant has gone from New Zealand, to Jakarta and so many other places and I am still wearing it. No one really cares as long as I am wearing something instead of going naked.

4. There is no difference between wearing a RM19.90 jeans and RM500 jeans. That is for sure. Because if I fart, it will still smell horrible. Unless, of course the RM500 jeans can make my gas smells nice.

She is my cousin

I've got a few emails regarding the video from "youtube" that I put at the side of my blog. Yes People....That lady is my cousin. And yes... she got guts that I truly admire...

Life Partner

I was watching one of Barbie movies. Island Girl. Then I watch other Barbie movies, such as the Princess and the Pauper, The dancing Princesses and so many others. There is only one thing in common about these movies. To find your life partner, you need to find someone just like you.

Could this be true? I tried to ask a few of my friends who aren't married. Why is it they are not married yet? Is it that hard to get a man that is marriable? Their answers are mostly the same. They can't find someone who are charming and good. Or most men that they met has no common interest. There are also so many T & C? Some of the conditions are, they want non-smoking man, handsome and also abedient. Do these men exist? However, there a few of my friends who just do not want to get married. Well, they know what they want and nobody should say that it is not the right choice.

Out 1000 men, there could be only one who don't smoke, handsome and nice at the same time. Those are the T & C that my friends told me. To get all three, that is 'durian runtuh'. The thing is, we have watching movies such as all the Barbie movies since we were very little. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, unfortunately, they are all Fairy Tales and will remain that way forever. And... if you want to find a life partner that has common interest as you, isn't that going to be boring? Not that I am saying there are no nice guys out there...(like the picture above), but don't be to choosy my friends. Be thankful if you found a moderate nice guy. Super fantastic nice guy??? Like my grandma always told me when I was young. Have you look yourself into the mirror lately? Are you pretty?

When she said that, I understand fully that if I want a perfect partner, I have to be perfect as well. Which I am absolutely, for sure not perfect. Unless of course I have a mind exactly like the kitten in the picture.

Whatever it is... I do believe that life partner with common interest is so boring. You know what is next. Nothing is unpredictable. Nothing is a surprise. A life partner is a long time. If you know what is going to happen next.... Boring... Besides that.. having a common interest means besides at home.. you'll be seeing each almost anywhere and everywhere. Oh no!!

So.. my point is my friends... Suka hatilah... As long as you are happy. You have been asking about me being married. I told you all.. it is no fairy tale.. but I love every moment of it.

Bedak Sejuk vs Japanese Product

A few months ago, I tried a product from Japan that suppose to help in taking care of my face. Furthermore, Japan is an Asian country, they should understand Asian women skin better. Thats what I was told anyway. So, I tried because my big sis gave it to me. Well, my big sis (smaller in size though)bought the trial pack and she loves it. So, immediately she bought the whole product and gave me the trial pack. So, I got it for free. Being a younger sis is so much fun. I got free things. Yoohoo!!!

My sis did mention that it smells like 'tapai' after putting it on the face. Tapai is basically made of rice. And it looks like in the picture below.

So, I tried the product and only after a day or two, I started to get a lot break out. It was really bad that I had to stop using it and go back using my old cheap product which so far never give me any major break out.

My sis did mention that the product did smell like tapai, right? 'Bedak sejuk' also made of rice. So, now, I tried to use bedak sejuk everyday. Why? Because bedak sejuk is also made of rice. Well, the result is the same. I got major break out. But at least, the 'bedak sejuk' don't cost hundreds of ringgit (even though my sis gave me for free). I bought the bedak sejuk for only RM2.50 for a bottle. Well, because of that, I am not that upset. Typical me...

My point is, spending so much on a skincare that is from a faraway land when we actually can find it in our own hometown. Amazing isn't it? by putting more technology into a product, it becomes something known worldwide. Used by so many celebrities, and the best part is, if using 'bedak sejuk, your face look like you put flour all over your face.

But by using the japanese product, it is colourless, so I can go out with the 'miracle water' on my face. I would look like the picture below.. (I wish...)

Hari Raya Qurban

We Muslims celebrate Eid Adha two days ago. This year is a bit interesting as I actually I brought my children to watch how the cow was slaughtered. I was not sure how their reaction would be. However, I did gave them some preview for about three days before the Qurban day. I also told them that there are going to be dead cow, blood and many other things. They seems cool about it especially my little girl. After seeing the preview, they were so excited to see the real event. so.. I took some of the pictures. To show how beef that we have been eating were slaughtered and cut. How amazing Allah's creation a simple animal as a cow can give so much to so many people. I realized that so many people believe that this an act of cruelty on animals. But, for some people that are really poor, to eat meat for once in a while is a big bless. Because the meat that they eat helps to give them energy for them to continue with their daily life.

This is when the it was just died. And the butchers were starting to skin the cow. They have to make sure that the cow has really died before they start skinning the cow.

The skin was off. The did it in less than two minutes. At this point, my children was really interested to know what beneath the skin. At the same time they keep on telling , "Shian Cow".

This is when my children started to ask, what was the things that the butchers was bringing out. I told them that this is how the internal organs look like.

This is clearer picture of the internal organs. The heart, lungs and also other organs can be seen from here. My girl has always wanted to become a doctor when she grow up. Let just see if she if she is still interested to be one.

This was where the distribution of the meat was done where the person who paid for the cow to be slaughtered only gets 1/3 of the meat, while the rest is for the poor and needy.

It was an interesting day besides the prayer in the morning. I learned that kids can have so many questions that I had to do my research to know the answers. After they found the answers that they seek. They continue with their games and being kids. As usual.

One Fine Day

9am - at the doctor as when my daughter woke up this morning, her eyes and mouth was blue black. It turned out to be nothing. Just because the night before she was crying so hard. That's why her eyes and mouth turn blue and black.

9.35am - called a client of mine that I was suppose to meet to give her, her auntie's selendang that she ordered from me. Told her that I'll meet her in the evening.

10am - at the bank. Get our passports from the safe deposits. my son's and mine are expired. Need to renew fast as Air Asia's offer only valids till this Sunday. (Oh yeah, we are planning to go to Padang next Feb)

10.30am - at the Foto ZZoom. Took my son's a passport photo and had to wait 15 minutes before they are ready. I had mine from before.

11am - rush to the Immigration in Subang. Got lost and finally found the turning to the Immigration at 12.15pm.

12.25pm - took numbers from counter 1 and saw that my number was 1310 and 1311 while the current number was 1134. Sucks! I askedmy children to sit still. I was not able to find a place to rest my hips and legs. Walking and driving for the past two hours, my back is already in full pain.

12.30pm - went to the canteen and bought nasi with an egg an a piece of chicken. (By now, my legs are already killing me with pain)

1pm - I realized that I had to go back as the place is so pack. Need to go to the toilet. So are my two kids. So rush back home.

1.30pm - my daughter said she wants to stay at grandma's place. She doesn't want to follow me. I thought that was so great. At least I can concentrate better with only one of them with. So I sent her to her grandma's. Said bye-bye and rush back to the immigration office in Subang.

2pm - arrived and waited in the building. the current number at the time was 1185. Yippee!!! More pain from my leg coming.

2.10pm - had to call my client again that I was going to be late as there were long line at the Immigration. She asked me why do I have to do the passport today when I have already promised to meet her today. What can I say. I just told her that I never thought that it was going to take this long. It is my fault.

2.15pm - my husband called, and asked where I was.

3pm - finally the number comes to 1200. And suddenly it moves quite fast. After 20 minutes, it was back to normal, which was slow.

3.30pm - my client called. She told me that she wants her money back. She is upset. I had to beg her to be a bit sabar. I had no choice. I had to do this. Not for me, but for my family. Finally, she accepted my explanation.

3.45pm - the numbers move fast again. At this point, I realized that when the supervisor was around, the people at the counter hit the number right after another. If not, they will speak on the phone or do not know what.

4.15pm - My son was hungry again brought him to the canteen and bought him roti bakar. He loves it. Thank God! There was nothing left to eat.

4.30pm - the number at the time was 1295. Finally... there was hope.

4.40pm - Finally the beautiful lady hit my number. Did what ever we had to do and wait again. That is for us to pay. (My kaki rasa dah nak tercabut)

5pm - all done. Called my client and asked her where she was. She was at one utama. I told her that I will meet her there. I rushed back home. Took the selendang. Put on a hanger and put a plastic on top of it and immediately went to One Utama and meet my client there. By the time. I seriously cannot drive any longer but I had no choice. I am not going to sleep with my son in the car there.

5.30pm - Finally I can go and pick up my daughter from her grandma's. I was so shocked to see that my daughter's hair was senget and was cut in different length all over. My mum in law told me that my daughter request for the hair cut. Rasa nak nangis sangat.

I feel pretty messed up right now. My little girl has such beautiful hair. But because of this, I have to cut her hair like a boy. I am still wondering what was my daughter thinking. Why didn't she tells me that she wants a hair cut?

Her hair is just like mine. I takes a long time to grow. On average, normal people grow half inch per month. But my daughter and I will take 3 to 4 months to grow and inch. So very slow. it is so genetic. Don't ask me how I know this because I did measure. Like I got nothing else to do. But I did. and I do not have any other things to do.That's why I measure and also out of curiousity.

Please Allah, give me strength to cut my daughter's hair short. Really short. Sayangnya, Even when she was a baby, I didn't allow my husband to cukur my daughter's hair. Now... I think, my husband is going to get his wish. He can finally cut as short or as bald as he always wanted to do to my daughter. I am so not going to do it. huaahhh!!!

Tiup belon time

My son was trying to win one of the game in his cousins' birthday party in JB. Tiup belon. See how kembung his face. He did get a prize for his effort.

Kidz oh kidz...

My husband were trying to take so photos of the house that we rented in JB about a month ago. But.. as usual... there is always an unwanted element in the picture. U can see one is blue and the other one in pink. Kidz are just kidz. Pantang ada kamera. Tey just got to be in the pictures. No matter what.

Boom boom beat finally over

This is my son, dancing during his group performance. Boom Boom Beat.

This is my daughter as one of the monkeys in 5 little monkeys.

The concert for children's kindergarten, finally over.

Buah mengkudu

This is buah mengkudu or also known as buah nona... I onlys used around 3 biji per month for my scalp. But there are just keep on coming from the tree in front of my house. I just do not know who would like to buy from me.

Buah nona is good in so many ways. Good if you have asthma and dandruff (like me).

This is the tree. The fruit can be seen. A lots of fruits.

Haunting the house

My house has always been haunted. Especially the middle room. There are some kind of activities happening there most of the time. They have tried to haunt us and make us scared since we stayed here around 6 to 7 years ago.

But I found it more of irritation. Let say, I put my sons pyjamas on the bed. I turn to my son and look back to the pyjama to put it on my son, the next thing I know, the pyjama is no longer there. The pyjama will come back eventually but not at the same spot or soon. Give me around 10 days. Suddenly it is in another room or probably at the lving room sofa. Like I said, it is no longer about being scared it is more of annoying.

But of course as my first son was a baby (less than 2 years old), he used to wake up in the middle of the night and cry. Just imangine..you are sleeping, your husband and son too. But suddenly...BOOM! He started to cry for no reason. At first I thought because of the stomach ache or some kind of pain. But then I realized that he was being disturbed by something supernatural. How do I know that? Because my husband was disturbed in the middle night also. In his half awake and half sleeping he would be fighting with something and shouted ALLAH!!! Scary huh? But to me.. it is still annoying and irritating because I work the whole day and I would like to sleep without disturbance, except when my babies wants milk or sick. But because of these things trying to haunt us, I couldn't sleep. I have to wake my son up or my husband, which was not easy and recite anything that I could think of from al-Quran. It works but still, disturbing my sleep. I have lines under my eyes.

So far, Alhamdullillah, I am okay. Nothing has really kacau me except through my son and my husband. But chipsmore attitude on things in the house... are the things that are happening to me alone. If only I know what to do. We are planning to stay in this house until we retire. No plans of going anywhere else. So whatever has been haunting us... you have to bear with us just like we have done the same with you.