Mimi Liana

High heels and me

2012-01-18T14:28:00.004+08:00

I love wearing high heels. I started using them when I was 11 years. Of course, my mum did not buy any for me. I took hers. hehehe!!!

However, God knows, I had a few accidents that hurt my hips, especially my right hips. But, being me, I couldn't care that it was hurting me as to me, sakit sikit sikit je. Later okaylah. After 10 years and 3 children, I was really having trouble walking, driving, running and even standing. Padan mukaku!

All that do not really deter me to be active. In fact, I keep on moving and do anything and everything as usual unless my legs just stop moving by itself. So, no choice. I have to stop as well from doing whatever I was doing.

But what makes me sad is, I was not able to wear high heels. :) Wearing high heels makes me feel good and sexy at the same time. Even though I am so not pretty. Well, what I feel about myself, is important to me. So, not able to wear high heels became my top priority. :D

I went to many doctors, tukang urut and eat whatever supplement or anything that was recommended to me. Nope... didn't work at all.

Last year, my old friend asked me to try Herbalife. Peer pressure of course. I started using Herbalife. Every morning, I blend fruits and Formula 1 or Herbalife and sometimes at night. Guess what after 10 days, I could feel that my hips doesn't hurt that much anymore. And now, after a year using Herbalife, my life is fantastic! Thank you Allah for showing me the path. If it is not because of you, I wouldn't have met my old friend Farah Hani who introduced me Herbalife.

I am InsyaAllah, heallthy now and able to do my activities and of course even though high heels is not good for anyone and even me, well, I am able to wear them now and walk in high heels just the way I love to walk... Feeling Super!

This is the kind of heels that I love... Sexy!

Israeli playing for Singapore booed

2011-07-28T14:18:00.003+08:00

I just heard this. I know, it is a bit basi already but, I just heard okay... Never really interested in football or any sports all. Unless you count running. I love to run as it is my only way to get rid of tense, stressful feeling and anything of the same.

Back to the topic. There was a match between Singapore and Malaysia last week. I have no idea what was the result but I saw an article where Malaysian supporters booed a Singaporean player who is from Israel. I do wonder why. I asked around and they said because the player is from Israel. We just dont like them in general.

You Malaysians got to be kidding me. Most of you still eat at McDonalds, use Nestle product and all other products that directly fund the Zionis. Lagi mau boo. Piiirrraaahhhh!!!

2011-03-17T02:21:00.002+08:00

Someone in my family is going through hell right now. A nasty divorce. Almost everyday that person call me telling me what is happening and how he or she is doing his or her best so that the divorce would go on smoothly.

Someone in my family is having problem with his or her spouse. Jealousy! Almost everyday he or she calls me. Telling me that he or she has the right to be jealous. His or her spouse is acting strangely when it comes to this one particular person.

Someone in my family is fed up with the fussiness that he or she has to go through in their marriage. Everything is wrong, and nothing is right. He or she just cannot stand with the fussiness as it is making him or her really fed up. This person calls me once a week.

I have my problems too. But I can't tell my own family as they tell their problems to me. Thankfully I have a few good friends that is always ready to be there for me. And I am always there for them. The funny part is, none of my family know that the problem that I am facing is bigger than theirs. Oh well...

future problems came from the past?

2011-03-11T00:58:00.003+08:00

The first time I heard of this when i was n newly wed. Someone told me, a certain person in the family acted that way because she had a problematic past. My first reaction was to say... really?

From time to time, I keep on reflecting my actions with my past. Did I do something because of my past? I tried to think of any incidents that I could relate to it. But usually, I can't.

The reason is, I am a true believer that my past developed me as a person, but is not the reason for my future to happen the way it happened. Correct me if I am wrong. Do you really believe just because someone stab you from behind when you were 7 years old, that is why you just cannot trust anybody else in this world. One incident against millions all other beautiful and wonderful things that has happened to you, you blame on that one bad incident. Get real!

Horse patrol

2011-03-05T14:48:00.004+08:00

One morning, my sis-in-law took two of my bigger children for a walk at the park. My poor baby wanted to follow but of course, my sis-in-law don't want to bring her along as she do not know how to take care of 3 kids at one time especially at an open place.

My baby girl cry and cry and luckily, two patrol horses came by... thanks to them, my little stop crying. I was so happy.. thanks guys... you were a lot of help...

Kurang Ajar! What does it mean!

2011-03-04T15:11:00.002+08:00

Today, I saw a lady telling someone very much younger woman than her this ,

"Kurang ajar!"

The younger woman was so quiet and did not say a thing. The older lady keep on saying "Kurang ajar".

The younger woman still did not say anything but I could see that she was going to cry. So, I just had to go there and put my hand on the younger woman shoulder.

I told the older lady that if she needs a place to scold or shout that girl, please feel free to use my house which was so nearby. It so embarassing when she shouted at the younger woman like that.

The older lady said "You also kurang ajar!" Well.. I am not that younger woman. Of course I got to answered back.

"Why is it I kurang ajar?"

"For interfereing, That is Kurang ajar!"

"Well in that case, my parents did taught me well, it is just me who never listen to them. That is not Kurang Ajar!, That is tak belajar-belajar! Next time, if you want to use a term such as Kurang ajar, do search the meaning first. You sound so stupid. You are angry at this woman, but you curse her parents. Kan ke bodoh namanya."

With that I left with the younger woman right behind me.

How nice can you be?

2011-03-02T00:37:00.002+08:00

I was told today by my mum that be nice to people who has helped you. No matter what. But, my question is, how nice should you be? Is there a guide line for this or just bluntly, no matter what, we need to be nice to the person who has helped you?

To me, that seems a little too much if we need to be nice without any boundaries to the person who has helped you. What if that person take advantage of you? Do you still need to be nice? Or that is the full stop? Or maybe, because that person helped you before, it is okay for that person to take advantage of you that need to be nice that person?

So many questions, I tried to ask my mum but she just keep on telling me that I can never be not nice to anyone who has helped me. No matter what the cost... hmmm...?

Look busy je...

2011-01-04T23:55:00.003+08:00

When I was still a student, I love to write back home newspaper and tell stories that I saw. From the utilities to behaviour and lot other things. but my stories, of course kena booo... why? because is not about hardship, nothing to do with what I have to face with so called racism that was so 'hangat' at that time and also about me that had to work to make a living in a foreign country.

1st of all, no hardship. I had a good time in Melbourne. Love the place and still hoping that one I will have the opportunity to go back there and stay there. (Fat chance, now for me to live in Kota damansara also is a big thing so we end up still staying in TTDI)

2ndly on my first day I was at my Uni, a girl came to me and told me that Jesus loves me. And I told her "Of course, I love him too." She was shocked and she asked me why since that I am a Muslim. so I told her that Jesus is also one of Allah's prophet and do you even know that? Well in short, she converted into Islam a year after our initial talk and is married to a Muslim. Alhamdullilah.

3rd thing that happened my first few days there, there was a guy at my Uni shouted at me "Islam are f***ers! Being "mulut laser" of course I asked him out loud also "What are you, a virgin?" and I laughed and left the place for class. The next day, he came to me and we have been friends till now. Do mind that I do where 'tudung' or hijab already.

And the last thing is I believe most Malaysians are more racist that people in Australia. do the chinese watch Malay drama? Our life is so segmented to our own race. To me that is racism.

Sorry, (not really sorry actually) this is only me. I write what I saw and usually not what are always expected. That is just me. So.. I look busy now, as I am going back to writing. it is what I love to do.

Daddy's little girl

2010-12-29T01:44:00.002+08:00

This little girl... love to sleep in her daddy's arm. Daddy's little girl.

My youngest daughter....

2010-12-27T22:58:00.003+08:00

This is my youngest daughter. She always have new idea to do something to entertain herself.

I was afraid that the two rattan chairs will actually fall on her or something.

But she is so not stopping. She was actually enjoying the moment when her feet was up not on the floor.
Yup... after a few minutes... she is still not stopping. In fact she adjusted the two chairs to make it more easier for her to do exactly what she was doing.
Finally... the best position for her to play and play and play.

A scape goat... again?

2010-12-17T14:14:00.004+08:00

I never have a new year's resolution in my whole life. Not even once. But this year... I am going to put some distance between me and my family. Got to do that... No more calling my mum every two days.. No more calling anyone so often. I think that would be better for me. You think?

Buat baik di balas baik ke?

2010-12-15T13:40:00.002+08:00

There was once, I helped a family member of my husband to the extend that I get as many help as I could. To me, he needed help, I am able to help so I helped. Yes, I know that he did asked me to help him and his family but it was voluntarily. They needed help, so I helped. That was all.

But they sometimes talk about the whole thing but they exclude me. Yup, after all the help that I could get which inclusive of free lodging in London for almost three weeks, asking my father's and my brother's friends to be there for the family, and few small other kind of help, please don't try to make as though it was your relative who did everything. That just bad. I know after that, a few of your relative and 'orang kampung' who is a big shot in government started to help emotionally and as well as physically. But, they are putting it as though I did not play a role at all. I do feel sad. I got a heart okay.

At one point, my husband even said that if my brothers and sister ask for help, it is not important and he doesn't really need to help. If parents, he will help. Only to that extend. I could see where my husband got that kind of attitude. I saw it as a whole. Sampainya hati.

Adam Lambert in Malaysia... is it about him as a singer or because he is gay?

2010-10-25T13:57:00.002+08:00

I love Adam Lambert. He has a good voice and he has a good attitude. He is perseverance and he has determination.

But, of course, Malaysians not so in general just love to make fuss about him when he was in Malaysia. Why oh why? Because he is gay.

He chose to be gay, to be a singer and to dress differently. Because of that, we have to hate him. Really?

We Malaysians need to broaden (is my spelling right) our mind. That does not mean that we need to accept the wrongs. We just need to understand there are so many kind of people in this world. They may be wrong in our mind in a fact that as a Muslim, gay is wrong. But he may have other good things inside of him. That we have to look at also.

To me, it is unfair for what they said about Adam Lambert. I am not his fan, but it is not good for a Muslim to say about another person like he is like another rubbish.

No dictation please.

2010-10-12T23:28:00.003+08:00

Today, I have upset the whole evening. Why oh why? At first I did not realized why, but when my husband got back from work, he could see that I had a lot on my mind. Finally he managed to crack me open.

This afternoon, my mum called me. something has happened where one of my siblings has made a remark that she doesn't like to hear. I was able to understand here reasons of being upset. she told me her stories and a lot other things. Well, that is my relationship with my mum. She tells me her stories, and i just say hmm and nod at the same time. No comments, no feedback, nothing at all. I just let her talk and talk.

Well, this afternoon, she was telling me stories as usual and I was listening, as usual. But somewhere in the middle of the conversation, she started telling me what to say if a certain situation arises. Basically if I saw any of my friends' partner, spouse is cheating, I do not tell my friend. I am not allowed to say anything because it won't be good for me. I was suppose to follow exactly what she said, because she said so.

The thing is, what my mum do not know about me is, I'd rather lose my friends than doing the wrong thing by keeping the secret of cheating husband or wife from my friends. I did all this before, and of course with evidence (nowadays, handphone mostly got camera, so take pictures as evidence). Yes, i did lose their friendship at the beginning, but when they no more in denial, they became my friends again.

This is me. My mum should not even try to dictate me now any longer. I am who I am. But she did this afternoon. That was the reason I was upset the whole evening. hmmm.... i am 33. it is not that my mum cannot give me advice. Advice is different from dictating. I am what I am. am just different from most people. Only a few people who knows me as I am.

Getting fatter

2010-09-30T16:04:00.002+08:00

I just stop breastfeeding my baby a week before Ramadhan. A month plus before that, I just went through a procedure for my hips and due to that, I am not suppose to do any exercise. Oh man...

I love to eat. Variety is the key. I may not take rice like other Malaysians do, but I do love other kind of food. But as I eat, I usually do my runnings in the morning and some exercises in the evening. Besides that, I was breastfeeding my child. Calories was burning while I was eating. I was able to maintain my weight.

When I had to stop exercising, I do realized that my weight increased a bit but when I stop breastfeeding my baby... it was obvious that I need to stop eating. I really need to stop eating. That is just so hard. I love food.

Now I have a mission. I really need to lose the weight as my choices in my wardrobe is not as many as before. In three months, I will get back to size M/L. Pray for me kay...

Iran vs the world

2010-09-26T03:40:00.002+08:00

I honestly do not really understand what is happening between the western and Iran. Why are they so 'dengki' that Iran is developing their own nuclear power. Is it so hard to believe that there are other countries that are ready to defend themselves or to attack others?

Iran is basically digging their own grave. But under the grave, they have a place that they are so safe. hahahaha!!! I think I am sooo right. But of course, the western are always in denial.

For the western, hahahaha!!! You do realized that you all look so 'cuak' with the statement that you have been giving right? and for Iran, if the western or whoever may attack you one day (May Allah protect you), please do not just defend, go and attack them back at the same time. Serves them right.

Self absorbed

2010-09-19T02:35:00.002+08:00

Some people they are just so self absorbed or like to see what is more wearable for themselves than look at it as if it is wearable for other people as well. That is human nature but I do not think that is the way it is just because naturally human are like that.

Few things has been happening to me and my family lately. In the incidents and things that are happening make me realized how some people could say things that base on what they believe than putting themselves in the other person's shoes.

My blog on me being pregnant has made me received a lot of emails that condemning me as a mother. They keep on telling me that I should be thankful that I got pregnant while so many others out there do not have that same opportunity. Who said that I don't. I am thankful, very-very thankful. If I did not go through this craziness during pregnancy and after pregnancy, I would volunteer myself to be a surrogate mother to my brother and sister-in-law.

Anyway from that same blog, I also got a lot of emails from mothers that went through what I went through but had no guts saying it out loud because of the judgmental attitude and so self absorbed people would do or say to them. Because of that blog, I have formed a group of women who went through the emotional turmoil during pregnancy and after pregnancy and had no support at all after trying telling people around them that it was sucks terribly.

So peeps... stop judging and start listening. In whatever is happening around you and your family. Stop thinking what your actions and that person would do what your actions would be, instead look closely and see how the hurtfulness in their eyes.

I am thankful that my husband finally saw the result of my emotional turmoil during pregnancy and after pregnancy. We have promised each other to handle what is in front of us that is sooo need our attention. Thank you Allah.

33 today...!!!

2010-08-04T02:13:00.002+08:00

I am 33 today... What have I done in my life? Nothing much.

I am not big shot in big company that manage thousands of people. Be good and sometimes pretend to be somebody else for the sake of the company. Dress up every morning to go to work and put on a happy face or boss face or something. There's always deadline and someone's throat you want to strangle or someone else try to strangle yours. I am a housewife that, I get up every morning, try to wake my husband and my children up for work and school. Get their breakfast ready and get them ready. Once they are gone to work or school, I am so free to do whatever I want.

In the evening, I am the driver for my kids. For Islamic classes to ballet classes. Tiring.... then cooking time. Wow!! Sound so simple but in actual fact is, it is so tiring.

Anyway... I realized that I am happier now, than before. When I was a working mother, I always got frustrated in so many things. I had to deal with so many kind of people. It is not that I do not care about them, but, they are still just people that come and go in my life, my family is a lot more than that. My guess is, that is why I am much happier now.

Separate room for married couple.

2010-07-28T13:56:00.003+08:00

I just don't understand, why is it most of married couple do not sleep in the same room after an argument. How do they solve the problem if they are not in the same room? I was told the same thing when I just got married. I have never seen my parents sleep separately so, I ignored the whole idea. I told my husband right away after I got the suggestion of not sleeping in the same room after a fight or argument that is not going to happen as long as he is married to me. He agreed.

Make up sex is the best. You may not resolve the problem but the sex would still be fantastic. That will save your marriage. Try it if you do not believe me. so, still sleep in the same room no matter what.

Growing up in 1Malaysia

2010-07-10T02:36:00.002+08:00

I don't know about you, but I grew up in 1Malaysia way of life.

When I was in school, my classmates are Malays, Chinese and Indians. Those days, it was really fun. We helped each other in school work and activities. That is not all, we talk to each other not only politely and normally but impolitely. Yup... we were soooo.... rude to each other but no hard feeling. Seriously.... Let me give you an example...

I was good in Math and English and but horrible in Geography and moderate in all other subjects. When I need help in Geography, there was this one Chinese girl that always willing to help. She was also good at it. So, lets say, that after helping me out about 10 minutes but I still couldn't get it, of course I will surely 'kena'. She would say "Something simple like this also don't know meh? Your brain lag of a very important food la, that's why you cannot catch what I am trying to teach you." Of course I would ask, " What do I lag of?" and she would say "Babi! (Pig)". I might kick her rear or something but that is all. I do not get upset with her because I know, she meant nothing.

Another example would be if a Chinese girl came to me asking for my help for English subject, I would help in any way that I could. But if let say after a while, she could noy get what I was trying to explain, I would say this " You sure eat pig la last night, that is why you are so slow today." My friend would say, "cannot resist la... so nice. You should try also." And I would say, "don't want la. Nanti surely I become slow slow like you" Of course I got a slap on my shoulder or she would pretend to stab me or something.. but that was it. No hard feeling.

Where has all this harmonious living gone to? I do realized though, when I got married to a KL guy, the surroundings was really all about being Malay or Chinese and Indians. I have heard a Malay woman said that she doesn't want to do open house during Hari Raya because her Chinese friends ate a lot. " They really balun, no shame". I thought the whole idea of open house is have friends and relatives to come over to your place and eat whatever that you laid on the table. Why do they need to feel a shame by eating a lot? I just don't get it. To me, I would be a shame if my guests did not eat during my open house. Doesn't really matter if you are a Malay, chinese and Indian and of course my best friend is a Melanau.

Those were the days that kids actually grow up in 1Malaysia. Now??? Not so much.

Why do they want me pregnant?

2010-05-01T13:34:00.003+08:00

I have three children. I love them super dearly. They are my life, my love and my everything. Sometimes I am their mother and sometimes I am their monster. But still, I love them so so much.

Most people will tell the beauty of being pregnant. I can tell you the same. Being pregnant is a nice in a lot of ways... you have all kinds of reasons to eat as much as you want. The baby needs the nutrition.. that has been my reason for all my three children. That's why it has been hard for me to lose the baby fat after giving birth. Of course breastfeeding my child is another good reason for me to keep on eating. hahaha!!! But not as much as during pregnancy.

Like my husband and my family, extra care and consideration are given to me. Nice. I do take advantage of the situation sometimes. Why not. I was carrying a baby inside me. And the baby depends on me, so everyone else needs to really take care of me. That was just super cool advantages that I had. Again... Why not?

The first three months of pregnancy, I will get dizzy a lot, puking all the time and everything around me is just smell horrible. I hate everything and anything. Anything that I ate will end up inside the toilet or the drain. It was really suck. Super suck. Don't make me start on bloating. Somehow, I feel there were extra air in some parts of my body besides my tummy after throwing my guts out into the toilet. It makes me feel fat and clumsy, and of course flabby.

From fourth to the sixth month was the time that I became emotionally unstable. Everyone and anyone gets into my nerve. I shout and at anyone and everyone. I do feel like slapping and hitting anyone and everyone. I was angry all the time with no valid reason. I cried a lot, especially after being a terrible person in front of my children and have a horrible intention towards my children. Many many times that I feel like hitting them a lot. Not only hitting them but hurting them as well. The feeling was really plain bad. I regret it after being angry at them but after an hour or so, I will do it again. I really hate myself at that period of time. Did anyone see that. I have no idea. I think my husband keep a close eye on that. So are my other family members. It is all because they want me to be pregnant and have the baby.

The final three months? I just do not know how to describe. Stupid, horrible, depressing and so many other words. All of them in one person that was me. Really bad. I went through all that. I was not able to control. I did pray a lot. I read the al-Quran to seek help from Allah. But, it was still horrible. By the end of seventh month, I keep on praying and wishing that the baby would come out from me as soon as possible. Of course, that never happen. In fact, I was always overdue. Oh God.... I was not able to stand it. I really do not like the moment when I had to nervously wait for the sign for the time the baby to come out to appear. I was like never ending. I just want the emotional ups and downs go away as soon as possible. I hate it. I truly hate it.

Then, the baby was out. Before that, only God knows how painful it was to give birth. Super pain. I remember when my baby was out and cleaned, the nurses gave the baby to me, I do not want to see it yet. As long as the baby was healthy, I am fine. That was all. Just don't remind me that because of the baby I was sick and in pain every part of my body. But of course, no one was able to understand that. They keep on asking me to feed and touch my baby. I feel like shouting at them to leave alone. Just for a while.. leave me alone. I need a little time for myself. That is all I was asking. Tiredness was eating me. Can't they see that?

Post natal depression... that was just sucks... I was able to keep it to myself most of the time. In malay, it called meroyan. Even my husband didn't realized that I was depress and emotionally unstable. The first baby was manageable. the second baby, it was getting worse and the third was really bad. For oney whole year after I gave birth, I suffered from the depression. One long year.

So, when my husband ask me to try for another baby, I just cannot stand the idea. I do not want to be a monster. But my husband do not understand that. And yesterday, his sister ask me the same. And I told her that I do not like it. I do not like being pregnant. I could still see in my children's eye when they saw me, it was like they were looking at this monster who just morph out from their mother. I cannot bear it. But of course, my sis-in-law also cannot see my point. Unless they actually love me being a monster. I guess...

So, in short.. pregnant is just not for me. Three pregnancy is enough. If my husband wants more children, I really do not mind if get more babies from another woman. He can always marry another woman. I don't really care. Honestly. Of course it will hurt me really bad but I always have my children. They are my love and my life.

If, my husband still wants more children, and he wants it from me, I might do it, but I will need him to confirm with me that he is willing to take chances and it may happen at any cost. If he is willing. I might do it. It is not that I did not warn him. If anything happen to me after I gave birth to 4th child, please show this post to my husband. I could feel it in my heart, the cost is going to be very dear.

Few or many children?

2010-04-13T15:09:00.003+08:00

A few years back, when was not married yet, a good friend of mine lost her mother. She passed away while she was doing her grocery shopping at Pasar Besar Seremban.

That was when I heard that there were 6 boys in his family. All six of them carried their mothers body to the grave and buried their mother. Six children... Why not? I would like my children to do the same to me. That's what I thought at that time.

Now, I do realized that quality is more important than quantity. Having many children do not promise you that one day, at least one would be able to take care of you or at least be there with you.

So many veterans, old ladies and men are deposited at the old folks home. Most of them do not have a choice as their their children are old, moneyless or just plain lazy with a lot of excuses. How I wish parents could do the same to their children, as being old, moneyless and lazy and a lot of other excuses to not taking care of their children.

This is just bad. I've seen Old Folks Home and been there. I can't blame the caretaker as some oldies are really sometimes could really make another person or their caretaker upset and lose their temper with their nuisance. But the oldies are just being them. Just like kids being kids.

So... why is it that grown up kids do come up with a lot of excuses in taking care of their parents. Life commitment? Spouse? Their own kids? What? Probably is not even an excuse... it is just naturally like that. Really?

Parents brought their children up teaching them about survival and living in this tough tough world. Probably the situation and condition as the parents grow older never really came up. So, some children, they do not see that their parents actually grow old and do need help. A lot of help. Instead of the parents continue be there for them and assist them, but it goes the other way around a well.

I hope I am not the kind of kids that thought their parents stay young forever...

Do you see what I see....

2010-04-06T11:56:00.003+08:00

Really really look at the tree.. Do you see what I see?

Can you see it now?

Up close... Can you see it?

I took this photo when I was in my hometown while I was accompanying my mum. While I was at the kitchen the maid realized that birds were chirping non stop near a tree. So, we started to wonder and snoop and then we saw the reason behind the noise.

There was a big lizard or some call it chameleon on the tree... Amazing...

The right age to get and be married

2010-03-17T10:30:00.002+08:00

Lately, everyone is talking about small girls are forced to marry and older men. Girls as young as 11 years of age. It is a pity for these girls are being forced to grow up at an early stage. Is it? Or is it, girls do mature from boys earlier, that is why girls are suppose to take on responsibilities such as marriage at an early age.

I have been getting emails on this. Telling that in sunnah and al-Quran, as long as girls has come to their puberty, they can be married. But they forgot about the reasons behind the sunnah. Our prophet got married these young girls to protect them. Some are slaves and some was widowed at the very young age. Those days, a widow needs all kind of protection that they could get even from their late husband's family. Small girls are just not protected if they are not married. So, should we compare those times and now.

The thing is, how many women even the mature ones are in greater danger after they got married. Physically or mentally or even emotionally. The responsibilities as a wife, daughter-in-law, a mother and then as a woman. Mot of them, they don't really say it out loud, the channel their frustration and sadness by blabbing the whole day, or get super jealous if their husband even look at another woman. If women say it out loud, it seems so unnatural. To be a wife, mother, daughter, daughter-in-law and a woman should come naturally to them . Really? No school should be teaching all these things? Really?

What can I say, it is a man's world. Man can take their time to adjust themselves being married, having children, seeing their wives got huge during pregnancy and two months with no sex after their wives gave birth.

Well... this what sister told me when I was young. Men is like kites. To control a flying kite we need to play with thread that holding it. Sometimes we let go, and then we pull them back.

If only we could teach that to girls from very early stage and if only all women could actually understand that and do it. Sure... girls can get married at the very young age. And the next thing we know, there are going to be rules men are not allowed to marry young girls because it is hazardous to them. Men can only marry women that they assume are idiots or they could control. It will no longer be, young girls cannot be married young or below certain age. The men cannot be married. huhuhu!!! One day there might these kind of warning.

Smart girls and women area.
Stay away!!!

Role of a doctor

2010-02-23T10:10:00.003+08:00

For almost 25 years, my mum has suffered from diabetes. All of us (my siblings) are aware of her condition since we were young. She has been on medication and she also control her food intake. She has been very careful we her food. Nothing sweet or anything with carbs.

After 25 years, of course the medication that has been taken start to take effect on your main organs, especially the kidney. Somehow, my mum's kidney has suffered and lose its function now.

Last year, she started her medication on her kidney, besides her diabetes and also blood pressure. The doctor that she went to, never even once mention that she was not suppose to take food with high potassium and also phosphotus. None at all. He only mention that my mum was not suppose to eat beef and also star fruit. That is all. So, my mum obey the doctor's order. No beef and no startfruit. He did not explain the reason even though my mum asked. To me that was just plain weird. But, I did noy say much as my mum was worried with her condition.

Last week, some how, my dad brought my mum to see a different doctor. Her potassium level was sky rocket high. The thing is, a few days before that, my mum took like at least 4 bananas. Banana has super high potassium and she took four. So, when she went to see the doctor did a blood test, of course the reading on her potassium was super high. The doctor has no other choice but to put her on dialysis. So, from then on, she is on dialysis.

The thing, why the hell the first doctor never told her about the food that she can and she cannot take. So anyone who went to see a doctor in Seremban on your kidney problem, please be super careful. I don't think, him as a doctor, cares about your health. Please avoid going to him for consultation when it comes to your kidney problem. And I was not the only one who thought of him like that. There were actualy more others who feels the same way too toward this.

2010-01-27T13:44:00.001+08:00

The photo of this python was taken in TTDI... can somebody please do something. I sent an email to DBKL and TTDI residence. HELP!!! This is a super big python.

Allah is no Jesus, Allah is Allah.

2010-01-21T11:57:00.004+08:00

It has been an uproar in Malaysia on the using of Allah by the non-Muslims. At first, I did not understand what was really going on. I thought the Christians newspaper wants to write on Islam and use the word Allah. Until a few weeks ago when there was fire that was said done by the Muslims to show their anger after the court rule that the newspaper could use the word Allah.

After that, I started to find out what it was all about. And now I know. A bit, not much but at least I do know now.

Using the word Allah by the non-Muslim is common in other places such as Egypt, Saudi Arabia and most middle Eastern countries. That is because Allah means God in arabic. Even in an ancient bible that I have read when I was young, the word Allah indicates God. Believe it or not, Buddhist has their own kind Bible and they also use the word Allah.

But in these two books that I have read, Allah is God, not Jesus for the Christians and not Buddha for the Buddhist. Jesus and Buddha was the messenger of Allah. But from time to time, it has been modified, I think. I did read a bible a few years back as I was staying in a hotel where that particular hotel provide a bible in the room instead of al-Quran. (So weird when Islam is the official religion for Malaysia). A few same verses that I do remember that I have read when I was young and the one that I read a few years back, has been changed. Basically, their God is no longer Allah, but has changed to Jesus. Previously, Jesus was son of God. But now Jesus is Allah. The bible that I read a few years back has totally change. Basically they change their God but still the same religion. How can that be? What has happened? Their Allah died so Jesus took over? But I do know that they do believe that God do not die. I just do not understand the reasoning of the changes.

Allah is Allah. One God. If this world has more that one Allah. The chaos is not just like what is happening now. The planets would just clashes with each other. One God wants the sun to near Mars, and another God wants the sun near moon and so many other things. The next thing we know, planet Earth are next to the sun and every little creature on Earth just burn up like we are all in hell. Then you know how it is feel to have more than one God. If you try to tell me that Allah, Mary and Jesus are family so whatever I said above won't happen, obviously, you have no family. Family do clash.

My point is, using Allah as every religion does not mean that there are more than one God. It may confuse people who has no knowledge in religion. Any religion actually. The Muslims may get confuse and pray the way the Christians pray, do not get shock there are going to be non-Muslims who goes into Masjid and pray, but their way. And who knows, they might like seeing the Muslim pray and started to learn about Islam.

Lets tell everyone in Malaysia no matter what you religion are, now to come to Masjid and pray. If you feel like convert to Muslim, why not? Your choice. Masjid is a beautiful place to pray. The art of Masjid, is just super beautiful. The feeling to be in Masjid is just a feeling that I cannot describe. I call upon everyone, lets go to Masjid and pray. We pray to Allah. One God. It is just a wonderful feeling. Do not be afraid or discourage but just be there and pray. Who knows, your next steps in Masjid may change your life forever. As in Masjid is where we pray to Allah.

The truth about me with kids

2010-01-11T00:17:00.002+08:00

I was born as the youngest in the family. I am much younger than my other brothers and sister. Basically I was brought up alone except the first 12 years of life, I had my grandma who was staying with until she passed away.

The thing is, I was so used of being on my own, I have no idea how to take care of small kids. Be friend with them is just a big no for me. Be nice... maybe. But that was all I would do. Don't blame me, I was just not a kid person.

I have three kids of my own. Honestly, I love them with all my heart and because they are mine, that is why I do take care and protect them to the fullest. But, being a person who don't really like kids, I think I have enough with three kids. I do not want to have more. No more. Because, somehow, I am just not good with kids. Disciplinary, yup... I am. Loving mum, yup too... but no more... Seriously.. no more.

My husband do insist that we have more. To go through the pregnancy, giving birth and take of a baby and night, I really despise the idea of going through that again. It was major stress for me. I guess my husband didn't see all that. Most of the time, since my first till the last child, I spend most of my time with them. even when I was working.

even how tired I was after coming back from work, I do make an extra effort to spend time with kids. Even when I had fever. I had no helper when I had only one child. Even how bad my cold or fever, I had no choice but to stay awake and forget that I was sick and make sure that my child are safe. Especially on the weekends.

Yeah... I do not like kids, but my kids, I do love them dearly... it is just I do not want more because I really don't want to go through the whole process again. Even only for more child. I pray hard that I won't get pregnant even unintentionally. Amin.

Happy New Year 2010

2009-12-31T23:46:00.002+08:00

When we were young, the adults always ask the kids what they are going to be when they grow up. Why? Does it really matter what they want to be at the time with what they actually going to be.

When I was young, my parents encouraged me to be a doctor. Until I was ten, I realized that I l0ve to find facts and put up a good argument with anyone. So, I wanted to be a lawyer. By the time I was twelve, I really couldn't be bothered what I want to be anymore.

The fact is, I had no idea what kind of life is waiting for me before and what kind of life that is promised to me now. Do having a bachelor degree an assurance of anything for your future. I doubt that. So, when I was twelve, when people ask what I was going to be, I said I do not know. I am just living the moment.

A lot of reaction that I got. Some like it and some was confused. I dont really care about them. Not my problem if they do not like my answer.

At the age 32, my mum was telling me a few months back that my brother is getting promoted to better position in the company and so is my sister. My eldest is doing well and buying a new luxury car. I realized that I did not sound exciting or bother actually. I am a housewife that is taking care of my own kids full time. I have more things in my mind than promotion or cars. At the time I was realizing the fact that I was happy with what I have. When my mum said that one day I will have my own luxury car and let her be on the driver's seat, the first thing I asked her was... " Do I have to have a luxury car?". I am not going to elaborate my mum's reaction on my question.

Since then, my only resolution is to maintain happiness. At least let it be status quo. Better, why not. This year, is the same thing. Maintain my happiness, if I can be more happy than I am now, why not.

Happy New Year! 2010!

Monster or a mother?

2009-12-29T01:19:00.003+08:00

I have three children. Age 8, 5 and 1. Today I screamed at that them for being nuisance which is basically being them... kids. I regret after but when I was shouting and angry at them... I do realized at one point I was more like a monster than a mother.

Sometimes, I just cant help myself. My eldest just refuse to learn anything, from school or from me, Rather spend his time watching TV and playing games. My middle child just want to focus only on her. When I was just about to feed her sister she will ask me to prepare food for her and telling me that she was really hungry when I just geve her two plates of rice. That is not the only example. And my youngest just do not want to back down from all the attention that I am giving my other two children.

Finally, in the evening when I was super tired and they still playing their games making all the fuss and being nuisance, I screamed. Really shout out loud. I just cant take it anymore. They do not want to listen to what I say but I have to listen to them. Which psychologist actually put a write up on being a good listener to their children. Obviously, that person do not have children.

The more you listen to them, the more they want it. I do realized sometimes my kids became very selfish. This is just hard. Trying to teach them what is right and what is wrong. That is why, sometimes I do feel like I am a monster than a mother expecially when I shout at them.

I take that as a compliment

2009-12-25T02:51:00.002+08:00

Since I was a child. My family members love to tell me that I was fat. Even when I was not even reach 20kgs when I was 7 years old. At that time my height was around 100cm.

When I was a teenager, the same kind of remarks are like beautiful + lousy songs to my ears. Sometimes it hurts sometimes, I just couldn't be bothered. When I was sweet 16, my height was 155cm and my weight was around 38kg. Still my family just love to tell me that I was fat and look ridiculous.

I am not sure, is it because I just ignore them or because I was an easy target. I did cry a few times. (give me a break, I was a teenager) but after a while I just stop from feeling anything on what they have said.

I stop thinking and feeling or even hurt when I became an anaroxic. The year was 1997. I was in Melbourne furthering my study. Most of my friends starting to realized the problem that I was facing. And as usual, I denied everything. My mum, my eldest brother with her wife came to Melbourne when the doctor told them to come. But when they came, I was out of the hospital and the doctor were not able to talk to my mum or my brother and of course I did not give the message from the doctor to contact him. What can I say, because of the eating disorder, my brain did not get enough food, so... I just can't remember the message that I was suppose to tell them. But I did remember to run to the telephone every time it rang as I was scared that the doctor's office might call my place.

The reason why I stop feeling, thinking or even hurt when they said that I was, am or really fat is because at my condition of having an eating disorder which most of the people around me do realized my condition ( they do not need a doctor to tell them my situation), my mum and my brother told me that I was fat. huahahahahaha!!! That is when I do not bother anymore. I stopped from being an anaroxic. It was really a waste of energy and time.

Just after I gave birth to my first child, on the Hari Raya (eid'Fitri), I went to visit my aunt's family. I wasn't sure how to react or what to do. The whole time I was there, the whole family except for my aunty was keep on telling me that I was fat. FYI they also said that I was fat when I was a child. So... I really wasn't sure how to react because I thought I should feel offended, I was not. Hurt? Nope. So, I just put a smile on my face and move on with my life.

Lately, just after I gave birth to my third child, my mum keep on telling me that I was too fat already. In English it would be that I look huge. Okay... I am no longer wearing small size. Medium size depends on the brand but large, is comfy to me. At this point, my weight is around 55kg to 57kg. I am not in obese category but I was bigger than when I was pre firstpregnancy time. On my wedding day, I was 48kg. So I gain 7 kg - 10kg. The thing is... I am happy.

But do my family see all that... I don't think so. I am not sure what they really see when they look at me. I went back to my parent's place last week. I was wearing this old baggy blouse. It was given by my mum-in-law. (I am such a sucker I do wear whatever she gave me. So sue me)
Actually, it is made of cotton amd comfortable for travelling. That was the real reason I wore that blouse on that day. But as I arrived, my sister and my father was at the living room waiting for us and the first thing my father said that I look like my cousin who is staying Perak now. Her name is Masitah Harun.

I call her Kak Itah. Yup, she is a plum lady but she has the most beautiful heart in this whole world. She took care of my mum and dad when they do not have a place to stay while they were there. She cook for them and clean after them. Whatever my parents want, she will try to get for them. Anything and everything. If my dad said that I look like her... I take that as a compliment. Probably my dad and family feel that my Kak Itah is fat so she is in not so beautiful category... to me... I still take that as a compliment as I was said to look like her.

Amah Indonesia vs Malaysian.

2009-09-25T01:02:00.002+08:00

BERITA UTAMA

Amah RM25 satu jam

Oleh Syuhada Choo Abdullah
choo@bharian.com.my

Majikan boleh dapat diskaun jika guna khidmat secara pakej

KUALA LUMPUR: Bayaran khidmat pembantu rumah mengikut jam yang akan dicadangkan Persatuan Agensi Pembantu Rumah Asing (Papa) kepada kerajaan dianggarkan pada kadar RM25 hingga RM50 sejam dengan diberikan pakej istimewa supaya tidak membebankan pelanggan.

Pelanggan yang mengambil pakej istimewa berdasarkan tempoh perkhidmatan secara mingguan atau bulanan akan diberikan diskaun supaya tidak membebankan mereka, kata Presiden Papa, Datuk Raja Zulkepley Dahalan.

Beliau berkata, kadar bayaran juga berbeza mengikut kategori perkhidmatan seperti menjaga orang sakit dan warga emas; menjaga bayi, kanak-kanak dan ibu dalam pantang selepas bersalin; dan melakukan kerja rumah serta pembersihan.

"Jika pelanggan menggunakan perkhidmatan untuk tempoh yang lama, mereka akan diberikan potongan khas sebagai tanda prihatin, terutama yang terdesak atau dalam kecemasan dan memerlukan khidmat pembantu rumah.

"Sebagai contoh, jika menggunakan perkhidmatan sejam, bayarannya mungkin banyak tetapi jika sehingga lima jam, mereka akan diberikan diskaun. Namun, bayaran sebenar akan ditetapkan pada kadar yang munasabah dan tidak membebankan berdasarkan rundingan dengan kerajaan kelak," katanya kepada Berita Harian semalam.

Raja Zulkepley juga berkata, pelbagai faktor akan diambil kira dalam menentukan kadar bayaran, termasuk kategori perkhidmatan, lokasi, kuasa pasaran semasa serta kos yang ditanggung agensi seperti penghantaran pembantu rumah kepada pelanggan.

Selain itu, beliau berkata, agensi bebas menawarkan bayaran dalam lingkungan kadar yang ditetapkan untuk membolehkan pelanggan membuat pilihan kerana tidak akan ada monopoli, sebaliknya wujud persaingan sihat di kalangan agensi, terutama dari segi kualiti perkhidmatan.

"Hasrat Papa ialah untuk membolehkan orang ramai menikmati perkhidmatan pada kadar bayaran yang serendah mungkin. Justeru, kerajaan diharap dapat memudahkan kerenah birokrasi dan mengurangkan levi yang boleh mengakibatkan kos meningkat.

"Difahamkan ada sindiket perkhidmatan pembantu rumah harian haram mengenakan RM60 sejam atau antara RM1,200 hingga RM1,300 sebulan. Mangsanya ialah orang ramai yang terdesak atau kecemasan untuk mendapatkan khidmat pembantu rumah sementara," katanya.

Justeru, beliau berkata, jika kerajaan meluluskan cadangan Papa, orang ramai bukan saja boleh mendapatkan perkhidmatan pada kadar berpatutan, malah tidak perlu bimbang dengan pelbagai risiko berkaitan pembantu rumah yang disediakan sindiket haram.

"Malah, untuk kemudahan pelanggan, ada cadangan supaya tempahan boleh dilakukan melalui internet atau panggilan telefon," katanya.

Akhbar ini semalam melaporkan orang ramai boleh menjimatkan kos pembantu rumah sehingga purata RM900 sebulan jika kerajaan meluluskan cadangan Papa supaya khidmat pembantu rumah dibayar mengikut jam perkhidmatan.

Papa juga mencadangkan visa blok atau berkumpulan dan permit kerja sementara diberi secara kuota kepada agensi berkelayakan yang turut menguruskan kemasukan, pendaftaran, penempatan, tempat kediaman, kebajikan serta perkara lain berkaitan pembantu rumah serta hanya agensi berdaftar dengan persatuan dibenarkan menguruskan perkhidmatan itu.

Everything written in red above was published in Berita Harian yesterday 24-September-2009. Only oen thing I want to say.... I'd rather pay, a Malaysian, no matter Malay, Indian or Chinese to be the amah and pay RM25 to RM50 per hour than paying the Indonesians. Why should I pay them so much when Malaysians do need job and they are getting paid less than RM10 per hour to work in the factory or even in KFC. Seriously...

Embassy oh... Hi Comm in London.

2009-07-05T02:33:00.005+08:00

Three weeks ago, my husband's family had a breaking news as his niece was admitted to a hospital in London. what really happen, at that time, we were not sure. But I knew immediately that help was needed.

I made an announcement in my facebook and immediately, I was given a number by my friend. She said that her friend is working at the Hi Comm in London, and my second cousin also responded to my announcement and gave me a relative's number.

Somehow, knowing that someone I am related to are there, I felt more comfortable to contact her. She is the PA of the Ambassador there in London. I sent an sms and I got a very frustrating answer from her. She said that she was busy. If she has a spare time, then she will see my brother-in-law and help.

The funny thing is, if she was busy, I am pretty sure she could make a phone call to the officer in charge when it comes to emergency cases like this to assist my brother-in-law's family. Another thing is, for her to have that kind of attitude of couldn't care or couldn't be bothered is tingling inside me as a question keep on coming up inside my head. "What the hell are you doing there?"

Wisma Putra should really look into this as for me, this kind of attitude is sooooo not acceptable. She, as the PA of the Ambassador has tarnish the Ambassador's name. Is the Ambassador of Malaysia in London has that kind of attitude too? Because it portraits from his PA. Seriously, why is she there? To arrange schedule for the Ambassador to do the ribbon cutting ceremony over and over again? I saw that as the highlight of the Ambassador's activity in London. If there's an emergency case like what had happen to my brother-in-law, he is suppose to bring a ribbon for the Ambassador to cut in order to get the the PA's attention and put in the Ambassador schedule?

I do applause a few other officers at the Embassy. I sent an sms (given by my friend) on Monday and morning by the evening,(Monday time UK), he replied and took action immediately. For these two guys, I salute you. May Allah bless your life forever. You have no idea how that makes us all feel.

Anyway, Hanis, 12 years old, my niece is still on oscillator there in St Mary's Hospital. Her condition s too fragile that she can't be moved. The latest that we found out is that her lung is 70% damaged. It all started with a pneumocaccal bacteria. Beware everyone. This bacteria is deadly.

Pray for Hanis as that is all we could do now. I campaign that other people to pray for her too. Some people find it funny that I make the announcement many times but never under estimate the power of DOA.

Boycott the product.. Is it hard?

2009-04-10T01:07:00.002+08:00

Since the last time Israel attack the Palestine I vowed that I would do in any way that I could not to stop all this. At this point,I could stop buying products made by the Israels and also the US who love them so much.

My friends keep on telling me that it is not easy to do that as most stuff are made by them. The children just can't live without McDonalds, Pizza Hut and all other American stuff.

When they said that to me... I just call my children and ask them to tell my friends why they do not want to go and eat at McDonalds, do not want to use Nestle product, and all other stuff. My children's answer is very simple. "They use the money that mummy pay to buy those stuff to buy bombs. We do not want that."

MY children until today has not use evem ome single Israel or US product that we know. Woohoo!

Norish Karman

2009-03-27T11:32:00.002+08:00

Norish Karman has been acting, living breeding in Malaysia for over 15 years. the first time I remember seeing her was in MHI or at least one of the talk show. At the time, she just act in Sayang Salmah. I thought she was pretty.

Lately, she made a comeback. She is married with children of her own. But the thing is, she has been telling that she is ion fact only 33 years or 34 years old. Liar liar pants on fire. When I was in high school and when she starred in Sayang Salmah. I do remember she was already around 27 years old. How the hell did she became the same age as me after more than 15 years?

Truly. She should just tell her real age because she will surely gain more respect. Because at her age looking like now, she is a hot babe. She realy should not lie about her age.

Post Natal depression

2009-02-15T14:30:00.002+08:00

Who would have known when it comes. The experts said that it can happen to a woman even after a year she gae birth.

Even the strongest woman I know has gone through it. I can't believe that I am going through it now and no one realized that I am having it now. From the outside, I am just as I am but inside it is going hay wire and crazy. I do feel like leaving my kids and husband right now, because I really can't stand looking at them. But I am not that insane that I really do it. Crazy... relaly crazy...

Prayer is the only thing that helps me... Pray and pray and pray.... I just hope.. that I don't forget or insanely forget how to pray. Almighty Allah. Please help me.

Perak oh Perak...

2009-02-12T10:01:00.003+08:00

Seriously.... When is it people going to learn that the state is belong to the Sultan. The Mat Salleh who came in and put the regulations, constitution and lot other things... The state belong to their ancestors... WHo are you to sue them or say what they can or cannot do. Seriously...Who the hell do you think you are ? McDreamy King?Or McDreamy Singh?

lagu dodoi anakku...

2008-12-23T16:03:00.002+08:00

Tanya sama pokok
Apa sebab goyang
Nanti jawab pokok
Angin yang goncang

Tanya sama langit
Apa sebab hujan
Nanti jawab langit
Tanyalah awan

Awan nanti kata
Aku kandung air
Sampai tempat sejuk
Aku pun cair

Tengok dalam air
Nampak bayang-bayang
Campak satu batu
Bayang pun hilang

Melamine...

2008-10-31T17:59:00.002+08:00

I still can't believe that manufacturers put melamine in milk product and also some other food product such as chocolate and breakfast cereal...

The best part is, there are allowable percentage. So, it is basically okay for them to actually include melamine in their product as long as they do not exceed the amout allowed.

Do they really think that consumers do not have brain. Even the people from Health department said it is okay because as you eat the food with melamine that has allowable percentage of melamine in the morning, by the next day, it is out of your body system. As this person said that, I understand that, we eat, let melamine go thorugh your blood system which is basically go through every part of your body and by the next day as you i go to the toilet and do my business, it should be out. Very logical...

Big feet

2008-09-18T12:51:00.002+08:00

Look at my feet... Elephants' feet pun not as big as these.... I feel so ugly...

Happy Birthday Syasya...

2008-09-04T16:49:00.002+08:00

My sweet girl is 4 today... Got a cake and celebrated last week with her kindergarten friends.
She wanted the Power Puff Girl cake... And the picture got to be Bubble... One of the character.

Her kindergarten friends... Happy dapat party hat...

Blowing the candle...

Cutting the cake...

Enjoying the cake.... Nyum-nyum...

Dapat cucu lagi...

2008-08-13T23:37:00.004+08:00

Two weeks ago, one of my anak saudara gave birth to a baby girl. I jadi opah again. On my mum's side, I have to mengaku as opah since that nenek in Perak means Nyang (Great Grandmother), while Wan is more of Auntie.

My kids, cannot terima hakikat that they are auntie and uncle when I told them that the baby suppose to call them auntie and uncle.

Sweet Sour and Tiga Rasa

2008-08-13T23:24:00.002+08:00

Yesterday, we had our dinner at Rasta. A happening place that is located in front of Puteri Restaurant and also it is in between Taman Tun Dr. Ismail and Sungai Penchala.

We ordered Sweet and Sour chicken and omelette for my kids whi I finally got my dim sum. The thing is, this always happen whenever I order for my kids. I always emphasize that "Tak nak pedas langsung, no sayur, no bawang" Kids, they just hate all that. Somehow, the cook or the waiter/tress just don't get it. They still make it spicy (pedas)m somehow they still put onion (bawang). The vegies are the only part that they usually able to catch and got it right.

So, yesterday, I got really bengang, so I went to see the cook. I told him, I requested for "Sweet and Sour", This is spicy. pedas. Do you know what the cook answered. "Next time, If do not want pedas ask for kicap dish not sweet and sour.

The thing is... Sekolah masak mana dia belajar, Sweet and sour and pedas. Sah-sah the name of the dish is sweet and sour. Where got the word spicy or pedas. Do i need to bring dictionary everytime I order for kids? If Sweet, Sour and pedas combine, That is already a diferent dish. It is called Tiga Rasa. and if I am not mistaken that is Thai Food. While Sweet and Sour is Chinese Food. Seriously... do I really to bring dictionary to get my order clear...?

The abused became the abuser

2008-07-24T12:16:00.002+08:00

There is one boy who has been abused by his own mother until last year, his father finally took him away and never so far look back.

The problem is, growing up in a violent environment has really spoil this boy's life. He hates adult women. Especially mothers. He makes sure that other children follow his rules. and so many other things including abusing other children.

I have no idea at first how to approach this matter as my son is one of the children that has to follow his rules.

I approached this boy yesterday. As a mother in general. I told what is wrong and what is right. I was thinking, I do not want this boy to grow up hating women especially mothers. Children are still children, They do need love. I just hope that I will be able to help this boy. poor thing that at such a young age, he had to face these kind monster in his life.

My girl..dressing up...

2008-07-09T13:36:00.001+08:00

LAst Sunday, there was a wedding. My daughter went to the wedding with make up on her face, pretty clips on her hair and of course, my ear rings... Those ear rings was given to me by my cousin, Kak Ati. My daughter...rasmikan first... Girls nowadays... tak nak kurang...

Yellow belt... My son got it...

2008-07-09T13:31:00.002+08:00

After skipping a few lessons... due to went back to my parents place, went for a sleep over at my sis's place... My hubby and my son, went for his next taekwondo lesson and found out that, it was grading week. So, my hubby just simply sign my son's name up... Who knows... At least he will get some experience of being graded.

Guess what.. he actually git through. He got to the next level... and I actually cried.

Kids with kite...with daddy..

2008-07-09T13:26:00.003+08:00

My daughter was so thrilled to learn how to fly a kite. Of course, she saw in BArney and other kids show, but playing kites for real... It was a dream came true....

MY son decided to join only later on.. He had fun anyway...

My daughter.... run...run...run and run.... They really had fun...

TESCO

2008-07-01T22:02:00.003+08:00

See the sign??? TESCO... Even my kids recognize the word. Why...??? Because I do my shopping here for almost everything... and also anything... Name it... from groceries to even blouse and pants... Name... really... anything...

Lately... I have becoming one of those who actually buy Tesco products... and even help TESCO to promote their product. In this picture, I do use their rice, cordial drinks, salt, tissue paper, Cream Cracker biscuits and also toilet cleaner. Yup.... almost 80% of the product in the photo above... Hey... they are not bad... Actually quite impressive...
But for those who wants a better quality.. Of course, TESCO give a diferent choice. It is called TESCO Choice. From above photo... I am using the paper towel, wet tissu, Evaporated milk and also the handwash. Again... about half from the photo above. That is not included of other products that I am using...

Thank God there is TESCO... With the price of most things are rising higher and higher... I am practically using almost every TECO product... The funny part is, I did not hesitate at all using them. There were a few TESCO customers who was so not sure of using the product actually asked me a few times... Of course, if te product edible, okay or not...how is the product... the standard question... And I did not lie to them... I told them the truth... They are actually good...

Tun Dr. Mahathir a.k.a Che Det

2008-06-18T13:40:00.002+08:00

I have been getting emails about our former PM on his and his family money. Basically he accumulate a lot while he was a PM. Besides that, other information which I don't really give a damn.

Now, people are trying to make him look bad. As he resigned from UMNO, he makes his remarks, basiccaly anything that he does now as an ex-PM is just basically suppose to be bad.

Next...what else I am going to get from my email. Someone might want to show that he was a sex maniac or can't have sex with his wife. I wonder how far people would go to degrade him.

To me, all these are idiots that got nothing to do. These people, give me a call, I can give you a lot of things to do in my house.

Che Det mark our country in the world map. Not just geographically but as news, as part of the world. Besides that he made people around the world love Malaysia and fear Malaysia at the same time. Isn't that wonderful? Of course for some people who are idiots, to them, that is not important. Try living in overseas even for a short while and you will feel and know the difference. Of course you stay in a different and befriend with only Malaysians, you will never know how it feels.

So, idiots... please stop. We are a country with dignity. We do not degrade a person after we feel like we don't need them anymore. We don't live in this country just to save our own ass. At least don't let other people see that you got no balls. It is pathetic. really... it does look that bad.

Betrayal...

2008-06-16T12:07:00.002+08:00

I have been betrayed before. The feeling sucks. But time heals.

However, a few months back. I was betrayed, hurt and isolated from my own family members. Partly it was my fault, because I did not confide in them. But, I do not want to upset or worry them with what I was facing. So, I just keep quiet but what I did not know was, they started to speculate and make up their own stories and even accused me of doing things which I have no idea that in their mind, I was capable of doing such things. They actually believe what they speculate. That hurts.... really hurt.

Until now, my face is telling a different story to them. I smile and laugh and act like I am not being affected for what has happened. The truth is, I am just doing my duties as family. That is all. Being the youngest in the family, the older ones always assume that they do not need to say that they are sorry. They assume, it is my duty to forgive them or maybe, there were nothing and they do not need to ask for my forgiveness. Usualy, in time... I easily forgive and forget. But this time, I have not been able to find it in my heart to do that. Sucks. I am a better person than that. I have no idea until when I will be acting in front of them. With baby number three on the way. I am emotinally sometimes, unstable.

Life goes on.

Turkey trip - 8th day - Final day

2008-06-13T10:10:00.004+08:00

The reason we went to Turkey is because my father in law wanted so much to see the blue mosque. He wants to see the architecture and the engineering of the building itself with his own two eyes. So, the next day, my hubby brought him and my mum in law there. Actually, the day before, we went there already. But Daddy was so tired ater walking from the Topkapi palace to the Blue Mosque, he was not ale to stand much any longer.

This was the day before. The kids and I, went to the top already. My hubby did not have the chance. He is a good son. He took care of his parents.

Finally, my dad in law got to see inside the blue mosque. I was so happy to know that. He got what he wanted so much. Of course the were a drama before he got to go there. I have to admit. I lied to someone so that my dad in law can go to the blue mosque. My hubby knew what I did. I think... he is not angry with me after seeing the result. I think, I am not sure.

Beautiful... Super beautiful.

Look at his face. He is so thankful for able to be in the blue mosque.
Outside the blue mosque.

My dad in law near the top entrance of the Blue Mosque.

Then, My hubby and his parents rushed to the Grand Bazaar as my sis-in-law and I was doing our last minute shopping before we board the plan, heading back to KL. Believe it or not, even for such a little time, my hubby manage to his shopping. He can't resist.

That was the end of our journey to Turkey. We bought A carpet. (I am not sure, when I am going to use it). A Turkish tea set. Some things for my children. Some t-shirts and that are nost of it. Some porcelain too. All in all, I have been eating instant noodle since then. Hahaha!!!! Just kidding. The exchange rate is quite high. So, can't spend much.

Turkey trip - 7th day

2008-06-13T00:01:00.005+08:00

Istanbul

The first that we do the next morning was to go for the Bosphorus Cruise. They serve tea. And of course the famous apple tea. My mum in law and dad in law were having their tea. Dating time.

My kids was actually very exhausted after days and days of waking up early . But the still put a smile for the camera.

They went to the top of the boat. I wouldn't dare because being a pregger.

Smile....!!!

After the cruise, My hubby took a picture of the children near the boat that we board. I have no idea why my daughter is using the umbrella to pick her ears... Just kidding. She has that umbrella from Uncle Boss. That s what they call the boss of the Travel Agency. He was also in the tour.

This is somewhere in Topkapi. If I am not mistaken, this photo was taken right after we saw the biggest emerald that we have ever seen. Of course they did not allow anyone to take any photographs in the building.
This is one part on the Topkapi Palce. The palace is super huge.

This is one of the entrance. Gold everywhere. Just imagine the inside.

Yup... Posing with their dad. not really..

At the entrance of the Topkapi palace...

It was rainy and wet everywhere. I was so tired that day, that I slept despite the small hotel room that we had.

Turkey trip - 6th day tour

2008-06-08T01:38:00.004+08:00

This is the Atarturk Museum where it is the final resting of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk (Father of modern Turkey). As it was a long day and journey from Cappadocia to Istanbul. We just took pictures from the outside. It was still a long way to Istanbul.

As we arrived, we were shock to get this room. We had to walk like a crab or we walk on the bed. We did not really have much choice. The so called four star hotel was actually my guest it is one or two star hotel. All that happens because at the time, it was F1 week. All hotels were fully booked. Thats what they told us.

To find out more about this hotel and to make sure you do not go there, can check it out at http://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g293974-d634675-Reviews-Panorama_Hotel-Istanbul.html

Turkey Trip - 5th day

2008-05-23T21:10:00.008+08:00

My handsome hubby at the drop/waiting place for tourist.

Inside the Underground city of Kaymakli. My kidz had fun and was not so tired like us since the height was just nice for them. As for us, we had to walk like a duck most of the time. Especially to go from one room to another.

Just look at this place. Thousands of people stayed in here a very long time ago. Early Christians lived secretly in order to survive and keep their faith.

They had their horses, and farm animals in here also, to make sure their food supply were enough. Amazing. There was a place to keep their wine and also for water. Places to bury the dead.
Syasya and the bus driver. His name is Hameed.

If you look closely, there are actually holes on the hills. If I am not mistaken, it is called Pigeon Valley. People live there.

Our next stop was where carpet are made. This man was telling us how they made the colours. They were all made from natural resources such as plants and trees.

In my hand was the Pupa. According to the man, the larva inside was killed first before they started the process of extracting the silk from the Pupa. The machine in the picture is basically is used to extract the silk.

These two ladies are the teachers that teaches young ladies how to make carpets. It depends on the size of the carpet. The length of making one carpet could take from months to years.

The ladies in our group was waiting for the men there to present to us carpets . We got attracted with the design. But the price was super expensive. But it is worth it to have one. Of course, you will be eating instant noodle for the next four years.

After the carpet place, we went to see the Fairy Chimneys. It is such an amazing place to see and be at. People actually live inside the chimneys. They dig lower if they want to make their house bigger. If I am not mistaken, they have to get permission in order for them to do that.

One of the popular chimneys as it looks like a camel.

This is mushroom top Fairy Chimneys.

This one is one huge Chimney.

We had our lunch at Sarikaya Restaurant. It is at Avanos Village.

While we had our lunch, there were some entertainment. Look at the decoration inside the restaurant. Fantastic.

Then we went to a pottery factory. This man was making a plate by using the rocks that has been soften. (If I am not mistaken)

The decorations on the plates or trays are all hand painted. The man on the right was actually doing a very detail design. Not using any specs, not magnifying glass. Super cool.

Big things such as a vase like this, they use clay. Ignore our tour guide in the background. He did not play anything. He was just holding the instrument.

At night, My hubby and her sister and also the rest of the group went to watch the Whirlish Dervish.

That night we stayed at Dinler hotel. It was the best hotel we had. Really good. See it at www.dinler.com

Turkey Trip - 4th day tour

2008-05-23T00:45:00.003+08:00

This building used to be a Caravanserai. It is basically an Inn a long long time ago. Now, they make it as one of the tourist stop to have their lunch.

Waiting for our lunch.

The decoration super beautiful.

The stones are still standing strong.

A perspective look from our table.

Cihan explaining about Mevlana Celaladdin Rumi. This place was built for his remembrance. Mevlana is actually Maulana in Malay language. He was a great philosopher and Mystic of Islam. Hoever, he also look from all angles even from other religions such as Christians and Jew.
Inside there it show the quarters of the Dervish.

Inside here, we were able to see the world's smallest hand written Al-Quran. They also display a box where inside the box there is Rasullullah s.a.w beard. Super cool.

This is the view from the outside of the museum.

On the way to Cappadocia. Beautiful.For the record. This is is not hand painted picture. I took this photo while we were on the bus.

Turkey Trip - 3rd day tour

2008-05-14T16:38:00.011+08:00

House of Virgin Mary. This is where the Christians usually go. The photos below is basically at the bottom of the hill while the place is basically on the hill. My hubby and his sister took a picture together there.

The kidz were wondering why there were such a big hole. Honestly. I have no idea. But we still took photos here.

On the day that we arrived, the Q was super long. We have decided not to enter. So, we just took photos of people from the outside. This place is a Holy place for the Christians.

Here is Ephesus. This place is considered as one of the great ourdoor muzeum in Turkey.

Cihan, our tourist guide was explaining to us the history of Ephesus. I was not able to hear poperly as the weather was so hot at that time. I could only tell whatever I could hear.

I believe, here is one of the temple.

My little girl is at the top of the Odeion. She wanted to be there. So she climbed with my hubby. Of course, being a pregger, I have a reason to be lazy and refuse to climb up there. I only took the photos.
Of course, she wants a photo of herself up there.

My hubby and the kidz went for a camel ride. The camel was so small. But, the men who took care of the camel has actually put my son at the front and my daughter behind him. We were afraid that my daughter might fall down, so my hubby went for the ride too. We can't see my daughter's face. As my hubby had to hold on tied. He was afraid of falling down.

This is my daughter enjoying the thermal pool. The water is warm. It is suppose to be good for health.All of uss put our legs in.

My son had fun too. He walks around the thermal pool. He even went to hottest part of the pool.
My kidz with my hubby's family. Their grandfather, their grandmother and their auntie.

he thermal pool flow quite far.

Pamukkale. Basically on top of the cotton look like hills is where most people go to get the best thermal pool. They can put their legs in there. we only stayed down. There's a lake and ducks was swimming there. I guess, once the water flow further from the source, it is not so hot any longer.

Cihan and my children. This is Pamukkale.

We stayed at Lycus River hotel. It was okay. but that was the first time that we had to pay for our drinks rather than being part of the package. But, it was okay. The kids went and had fun at thermal pool provided by the hotel. The bathroom was quite narrow though. Get more info on the hotel at http://www.lycusriver.com/

Turkey trip - 2nd day tour

2008-05-09T18:17:00.004+08:00

That is one huge horse.

There were a lot going on there. Time has changed Troy. Troy used to be very near to the ocean but now... You have to use a binoculars to see the ocean from there.

Behind ,my hubby was whatever left from history of Troy. Amazingly, the stones are still very solid.
My children with their Mak Long. Troy is really a big place. I managed to go all the way. Even though I am so a pregger.

Troy is a beautiful place. A lot of poppy flowers.

This is some photos that we took on our way to Kusadasi from Troy. We were on the bus.

We were wondering why do most houses have the solar sytem thingy on their roof. We forgot to ask the tour guide.

Since there were only 15 of us, the tour guide brought us to his parents home in Kusadasi. His mum is hot. He said she is using olive oil. Hmmm.... smart. I actually bought olive oil there.

Turkey trip - 1st day tour

2008-05-09T17:32:00.003+08:00

This is at the Istanbul airport. We arrived around 2.30pm, their time. While waiting for my parents in law coming out from the airplane, we took some photos with the airplane that we board to Istanbul from Bahrain as the background. Gulf Air services was good. My children were not so bored even the journey from KLIA to Bahrain took around 8 hours and another 4 hours from Bahrain to Istanbul. They were given some activity book to keep them occupied.

It was a long journey. We had to use a ferry to get to Anatolia. Basically the Asia side of Turkey. Turkey consist of the Europe side and the Asia side. It was super cold on the ferry. I did not dare to even go out of the bus. My children did with my hubby.

The journey to cross the strait took almost 45 minutes. Since the bus driver was not there... Of course... my son has to take over. Who else..?

Oh yeah... My daughter also had to take over when her brother was tired... Just kidding...

Around 7.30om, we arrived the hotel. We stayed at Iris Hotel. The room was super cool as they did not turn on the heater. My children cried many times that night as they were feeling cold most of the night. Obviously... I was not able to get proper sleep.

Turkey trip - Transit in Bahrain

2008-05-09T00:27:00.003+08:00

First thing I saw when I was in Bahrain was the Coke can was written in Jawi. Cool... We should have this in Malaysia...since that our children are being taught Jawi in school.

Transit in Bahrain was a really funny. The transit was overnight before we fly to Istanbul, Turkey. But, we were not told that our baggage were not coming with us. Luckily we had a pair of pants and a T-shirt each in our backpack. Lucky also, my children were carrying their own backpack. So... got enough milk and diapers for that one night. Luckily..it was only for one night.

The hotel room that was given to us was quite comfy. But we saw how Bahrain has strong Indian influence. Their food and also socially. I saw a few hindi and Tamil film there. The workers here are basically for India or at least for that region such as Bangladesh and Sri Lanka.

This is a very Islamic country also. We could here Azan loud and clear for every prayer time. However... on the night we were there.. they were having a party or some kind of festival downstairs and the music was super loud. I was not able to sleep properly.

A big boy...

2008-04-25T17:31:00.002+08:00

Handsome tak???

Haiyakkk!!!

Of course... the sister also want to be in the picture... Mana boleh kurang...

Happy birthday Ajay...

2008-04-25T17:03:00.003+08:00

A few weeks ago... we were having a kenduri... for the new apartment. We invited the whole family... Below are some of the pictures...

My father and my eldest brother....

Cari makan. I cook none as I was earl stage of pregnancy and could not cook much. Mengada also lah.

Here are my nephews and nieces... and also my children. They just do not know how to sit quietly. Especiall there wasn't any furniture in the apartment yet... They ha fun running around. We manage to rent this place out....Alhamdullillah....
My dad and my daddy in-law with my mum-in-law.

The kids...again...All sorts of action...

This is sweet nephew. My eldest brother youngest son. So...so... cute...

It was Nazrif's birthday also.... Yup.. he turned 15 the day before...

Each kids was eager to blow the candle also and eat the cake...

That's all... We had fun on that day. At least... family meet once in a while.. is nice...

Buli abang time

2008-04-25T00:02:00.003+08:00

My girl.. loves to do this to anyone.. including her brother. Luckily she got a very nice and patient big brother.

P/S... Please ignore the mess behind them.

More honeymoon trip story...

2008-04-19T23:21:00.002+08:00

The whole trip in Phuket... we all jalan... all the time... We did not take the tut-tut or any taxi. Of course during the half day tour... we took the van that was provided by the tour agent. After a very-very long walk almost three days in a row... we decided to try the foot massage... That was super good....Lega...

This is basically the puncak of a famost temple there.. in Phuket. I just want to show off my skill in taking photos... Don't you think I am actually good in taking photos from different angle???... My husband looks good in this photo...

This is how they crack the cashew nuts... Seriously... if you think you can use you teeth... dream on... No way you can do that... when I saw the way they use this simple machine ti crack the nut... I could see the energy that the lady in the photo had to put in... It was hard...

This was taken on our way back... I have always wanted to take photos of clouds... I got it... wooohooo...!!!

The whole trip was fun... I left my kids home with my parents. Became uncivilised and kids again was super fun. Of course...once I was back home... I live ethically... so that I can be a role model to my children.. (yeah right)

Honeymoon time...

2008-04-18T18:35:00.003+08:00

Mu hubby at the Patong beach. Masa tu.. near sunset... As we arrived... after unpacking a little bit... we walked to Patong beach which wasvery near to our Hotel....

On the next morning... breakfast time... the hotel provide entertainment with their traditional songs... played by the beautiful girl... Not my hubby okay....

This is the hotel that we stayed on... nice... cozy.. and really goo service.....

This is the hotel... good... the land arrangement was done by my cousin...

M hubb took the opportunity to make a suit... since that it is super cheap there....

Jeng...jeng...jeng.... that is my feet... feet massage only RM25... one hour....super cool...

Rukunegara...Do you remember...???

2008-03-27T13:13:00.003+08:00

I listen to X Fresh FM. There... they always repeat the Rukunegara. It is good. After school.. basically... most of us tend to forget and couldn't be bothered about Rukunegara... Let me remind everyone... What our 5 Rukunegara...

Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan
Kesetiaan kepada Raja dan negara
Keluhuran Perlembagaan
Kedaulatan Undang-Undang
Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan

The Rukunegara are not only for the RAKYAT.. also for the pemimpin...Leaders of Malaysia... What I see... our leaders starting to forget all that. Do you actually baca ikrar or not??? I thought government suppose to be recite the ikrar every morning or at least once a week...??? No ka???

It is sad to see our country in such a kelam kabut phase. The best part is... My email is full with so many stories and people actually sending all kinds of jokes on our leaders... They actually dare to do that... That is really sad. Really... really sad...

Anyway... what can we do about this situation.. phase.. or whatever we can call this period of time. Just ignore... or just be a Malaysian and keep on mengumpat... Woohoo!!!.. I like that... It may not effect anyone or the system but at least hati puas.

Whatever it is... we were told...since we were young that to hold on to the Rukunegara... Believe in God.... There must be a reason why BN lose a lot this time. Don't blame the media or the Net... People are using their brain and heart in making decision. Malaysian are no longer like before.. were just simply obey and follow. Jangan le durhaka to Sultan...There 's a reason they are born as royalties. To rule the country... silently... but.. lately... they make their voice heard... And people can't take it... No... leaders can't take it... Poor thing... Keluhuran Perlembagaan... Do know everyone.. Yang di Pertuan Agung is still number one in Malaysia. Everyone thought during Mahathir as PM... he has make all that go far away... do you really think... Tun Mahathir and idiot... He is not.. he could see far. He must have known things like this going to happen. so.. In the Perlembagaan Negara.. King is still the ruler people... it is just that.. they cannot simply do anything like before... but with the right process....But they are still king....

enough of this... Kang I plak kena marah... But... still... go back to the Rukunegara... it is all there for you to see and understand...

Ebony and Ivory.. singing mood

2008-03-20T12:24:00.002+08:00

Ebony and Ivory
Live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard
Oh Lord
Why don't we

Ebony and Ivory
Live together in perfect harmony

We all know
That peolpe are the same where ever we go
There is good and bad
In anyone
We learn to live
We learn to give each other
What we need to survive
Together Alive

Ebony and Ivory
Live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard
Oh Lord
Why don't we

This is my od time favourite song... After the undi season... What I see.. In the same party also gaduh-gaduh.. different party also want to gaduh...

Should i even bother to vote...

Ebony and Ivory... ebony and ebony also want to gaduh... Ivory and ivoy also want to fight...

How like this????

Ebony... Ivory... Living in perfect harmony

Mari kita nyanyi

2008-03-12T22:58:00.004+08:00

Berkatlah Yang Di Pertuan Besar di Negeri Sembilan

Kurniailah sihat dan makmur

Kasihi rakyat lanjutkan umur

Akan berkati sekelian yang sedia

Musuhnya habis binasa

Berkatlah Yang Di Pertuan Besar di Negeri Sembilan

Marilah mari... kita mengundi....

2008-03-06T12:55:00.002+08:00

Woohoo... Two more days... I can go and vote for whoever that I want.

When I was young... I always thought that we vote based on the party...But.. as I grow older... I started to realized that... is not really about the party... but actually about the person who wants to take the responsibility and take care of you and your family and also the future of the country. It really is no longer about the party...

Candidates can be from the best party that the country ever had... but he could be sucks... Candidates choose the party they want to be in.. not the party choose them... Right???

So... in conclusion... follow your heart... it is your right... And just say.. accidentally you mark X at the wrong box... you can always ask a new one from the person in charge.. It is your right. But... don't do that too many times... Than...that means you are indecisive... If that is the case... Don't go and waste your time... just use the coins... let that decide.. hahaha!!! just kidding...

Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you...

2008-03-05T00:20:00.001+08:00

BACK HOME

My son celebrated his birthday two times...this year... This a week before his birthday when all his cousin form my side are all back in my home town. This is the first cake and he requested a Ben10 cake...

My parents grandchildren are seven of them... 5 boys and 2 girls. See the smallest boy is the picture... he is only two months younger than my daughter.. While the boy in red... is older than my son by four months...

As usual... it is everyone's birthday... all of them vlew the candles... Who cares...

AT THE PARK...

For those who is not children update... the character on this cake is called Ben10. Kidz are soooo... crazy about this cartoon character. My son is one of them... For his 6th birthday party with his friends in his kindergarten... I ordered this cake for him... However... we had a great day as we enjoyed ourselves at the park...

This is him... playing in the stream...in the park...

The children was enjoying themselves getting wet and dirty...

This is my daughter.... I purposely make her wear this dress as I thought they were going to blow the cake first.. then they play in the stream... I was wrong... so... my girl... play with the sand and wet the whole dress... Silly me...

So many sex videos...

2008-02-26T13:38:00.000+08:00

Lately... there are just so many scandals. For a politician, singer and also the latest one is an actress.

Hallloooo...!!! People.. got nothing else to do is it??? You put camera in a hotel...for what??? To see the sixty year old politician shrinking ass??? Come on.. at least if anyone wants to do that... could you please choose a more desirable actor... not an old man... everything almost kecut already... who wants to really watch...

As for Ida Nerina and Fauzi Nawawi.. you both did it or not... Only Allah knows... The thing is.. I don't care... but what I do not understand is... is someone wants to do all this super impose... why them... Not that Ida Nerina has a super beautiful body... She is not even that popular and also not that pretty... I really don't get it. As Fauzi Nawawi... He is sooo.... not good looking. His body....??? I'd rather watch an actor such Zed Zaidi...or even Hans Isaac... Worth the time and my eyes...

A heart... it is complicated...

2008-02-17T18:51:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I waited with my sister in the hospital while my nephew went for the heart procedure. The procedure took longer than it suppose to. Finally after waiting for about two hours, a nurse called my sister and my brother in-law to go down to meet the doctor who did the procedure to my nephew. I.. waited in the room.

According to the doctor, the short circuit on Ajay's heart is near the main artery which means, if they even try to close the short circuit, they may also close the main artery and that will stop Ajay's heart. No way anyone of us going to let that happen. So, basically, the procedure was not done. Ajay still has the short circuit in his heart.

What else can be done. At this point, he will be on medication.

I am nervous

2008-02-16T09:41:00.000+08:00

Today is the day that my family members have been nervous about. About a week ago, we found out that my nephew Ajay, ada extra urat in his heart. Because of that, he has a very fast heart beat and quite high blood pressure. How could anyone ever imagine such thing exist? I knew about these things because I have a friend who was having the same problem and she did the heart procedure and now she is okay.

But my mum and dad never heard of this. They are super nervous. My mum has been calling me almost everyday. At least to release her tense feeling. I know... All of us are worried.

The procedure will take about and hour and a half. We won't stop praying for him. He is tough. He is tougher than anyone would know.

When Ajay was born, I was 16 years old. I never hold a baby in my entire life. I am the youngest in the family. Ajay, I hold him and I thought how it was such a miracle because he was so real. He was in my sister's tummy and then he was out. That is super miracle.

Ask my friends, I talk about Ajay a lot that some of my friends thinks that they know my nephew quite well even though they never met him. And when they saw him, they would say... yeah... he is exactly like what you told us. Trust me, I did brag about him a lot.

Today, all of us are going to be together and we won't stop praying for Ajay. May Allah bless this procedure and it will go on smoothly.

Suku Payakumbuh

2008-02-09T16:11:00.001+08:00

My recent trip to Padang, Indonesia. I was able to actually go to a place called Payakumbuh. Basically, there is where my ancestors are from. My paternal grandma's (nenek) family. I believe I was the first in the family to step and walk on the ground of Payakumbuh. Wooohooo....

Picture above are my mother and father in-law with my children. My father in-law is also from Payakumbuh clan. He was also really excited to be able to step and walk on the ground of Payakumbuh. But the most excited was my husband, because, if it was not for his effort, we won't even thought of going for the trip. Well, at least I was not the only one....who got over excite.

My first pregnancy

2008-02-09T15:39:00.000+08:00

My eldest son is going to be 6 next Thursday. He was born on the Valentine's Day in the year 2002. When he was in my tummy, I was excited. Of course. First time... I took care of my food that I ate. And I took all the necessary meal that would help to develop my baby in my tummy normally I would take anyhting, even if I hate it. One of it was Soya Bean Milk. Like the picture above, just imagine I drink much everys single day. About 1.5 litres per day. I still can't believe that I actually did all that.

Of course, don't forget Anmum. The milk for pregnant mothers. I took two glasses every single day.

I did some cravings. I asked my hubby to get me the Pau Tanjung Malim. Luckily we had relatives that were getting married somewhere there. At least, my hubby do not just had to go to Tanjung Malim and get me the Pau, at least there was another reason.

Pregnancy time is a crazy time. I pengsan a lot. Even though I look big, but I was born with low blood count and low sugar. So, during pregnancy.. it was tough to eat for the purpose to keep myself alert all the time. It end up, I became very huge that even after I gave birth I were not able to lose my weight easily.

Ancient plates...

2008-02-09T15:22:00.000+08:00

I visited my aunt a month back. I was given the opportunity to eat on my granpa's plate. Who would ever thought, me, being the youngest in the family and never knew who my grandpa was would have the opportunity to use his plate. Below are some of the pictures. Trust me, no one can ever see these kind of plate in near future...

This is the plate that I used to enjoy my meal. My aunt cook that day.

This one of the lauk. Fish...curry.

Two lauk. One beef and the other one is the fish curry. Looks yummy...

The smaller plate was my super favourite. Love it so much. Daging kicap. Or in English, Beef with soya sauce. I must ask my aunt what brand of soya sauce that she used...

Brad Pitt

2008-01-27T01:34:00.000+08:00

I have never pay any attention to Brad Pitt before. I have always been in love with Will Smith and Bruce Willis. However... a few weeks ago, I saw the movie Troy. Brad Pitt is one of the actor and I just realize how yummy he is... Just look at the picture. He is so nyam-nyam...

Pokok - pokok on my lawn

2008-01-27T01:25:00.000+08:00

This is pokok pinang... one typr of pokok pinang...

This is the fruit that from the pokok pinang. Birds love this buah... make a mess on my lawn everyday...

I have no idea what the name of this pokok. But my mum call it as pokok kucing.. Why? Because it does not stop beranak... just like a cat. All year...

This is one type of sundal malam... smells really nice..especially at night...

Celebrity's wedding

2008-01-27T01:13:00.000+08:00

I just watched on E! Channel on celebrities' wedding in Hollywood. The amount of money that they spend for their joyful day and how elaborate the wedding was. These celebrities are competing to show the amount of money that they are willing to spend. How nice.... When the person you are planning (only planning... may not come true.. you know how hollywood are)to spend the rest of their life with spend a big amount of money to make you happy.

Right now, I am doing some arrangements for a celebrity in Malaysia for his engagement ceremony. At the same time.. of course I asked his mum if he has set the date for the wedding and the place where it is going to be. These questions is just for me to see if I could be part of it or who knows to be the wedding planner. Believe it or not, she told me... that her son is waiting for boutiques and designers to offer him on sponsoring his wedding. Actually, he was hoping that I would be one of them. To sponsor his wedding. Hearing that, I just smile at her and said... " I do charity for those who deserve not for those who has the money but not willing to pay."

I can't believe this.. He is not so famous. Quite popular but not that popular... Anyway... now you see the difference between malaysian celebrities and hollywood celebrities.

Being away from the cyberspace

2008-01-24T23:24:00.000+08:00

My fingers itch. But I can't do much. I have been very busy with my work, stitching beads. I can't believe that I actually have so much work to do. Adding to that, my daughter is not well. She had eye infection last week, and since yesterday, she has been having fever. She has been coughing and coughing. I had to put in a little bit of flu medicine in her milk to make her sleep better at night. Well, I am tired... very tired. But right now, I still got the chance to type something on my blog. Stealing a few moments to myself.

All week I had so many things to write on my blog. I can't believe that I actually have no idea what to type on my blog. My mind went blank when a minute ago, I had so many ideas. Right ow, I am actually wondering if I am actually very-very tired that my mind are not working properly. Am I?

Since been working from home, I had more time to teach my son and prepare him for next year. Yup.. next year he will be in standard one. How time flies. Having the time to spend with my children, I started to realized that both my children are so different. Right now, I have to concentrate on my eldest son. I am not sure if he is ignorant or could not care or what. I thought he was just having this attitude towards me. Today, his teacher, Mama Yong, told me, it is the same when he is in school. He just couldn't be bothered about the importance of discipline and time and also following sequences.

His teacher told me to send him for a martial art class where this could help him to learn about discipline and develop self esteem. I need to talk to my husband on that immediately. I think I agree with his teacher. Or, swimming class would be good too.

That is on my eldest son. However, a different story for my daughter. She has a good brain and she is using her brain without any limitation. She has actually overtake her brother in so many things. Even in reading and calculating. I realized that and because of that, I had to stop teaching them at home. I do not want my son feel inferior or less thatn his sister. Her teacher, Ms Amy told me to let her be. Let her find and explore as much as she wants. But, how can I divide my time for both of them when they are always with me now. I am so confuse. Help me Ya Allah. I want my children to do good. I don't really need them to be super fantastic, but I want them to be able to a survivor and winner also i this dangerous and competitive world.

My nenek

2008-01-08T17:16:00.000+08:00

Almost a month ago, I have this obsession to find out about my grandparents and their parents and parents and parents... and of course..basically the whole family tree. I was brought up in Seremban. Since I was three months old, my paternal grandma(nenek) has been staying with us. I have never known that she actually has a house back in kampung until the last year she stayed with us. At the time, I was only around 11 years old.

Looking back, it was hard for all of us. My mum was a teacher. Luckily the school was right in front of the house. I went to the same school. My mum has been teaching in the afternoon session so that when my brother and I got back from school we can have our lunch and take over taking care of our grandma. It has been a routine since I was really small. Even when I was in the kindergarten. When I am back from school, I will start to teach my nenek songs that I learned in the kindergarten(such as Ba...ba... black sheep). And nenek, will just follow. (Like she cares what I am trying to teach her). It is more of having someone to accompany each other. It goes on and on. As I grow up, I do my homework in nenek's room or near the balcony where she used to hang. One thing, because I was such a coward that I can't be alone. I'd rather be with my nenek. All evening, while I was doing my homework, nenek will start to tell me stories of her parents, her husband and her family. She will explain about all her 13 children. But, me being a kid, couldn't care less. I just listen to make her happy.

Nenek need to be assist to walk when I was 10 years old. Before that, she was able to walk on her own. She was getting older. Some of my friends recall helping me to assist my grandma to go to the toilet. So was my brother's friends (I'm pretty sure they remember that). They helped us a lot. I am not sure if we were able to cope without their help. Especially me. Sometimes, my brother had to go to shcool in the evening. So, I'll be with nenek all alone. I don't have a choice but to help her in whatever I can.

She used to tell me that her daughter just drive pass the house. At the time, I did not know that nenek has other daughters except for my auntie in Subang Jaya. She used to come and visit nenek. She stayed for a few days and left. I remember seeing nenek cry whenever she left. I believe no one saw that. Because nenek is good in keeping her feelings to herself. That is far as I know or I was just too young to know about my nenek's feelings. About her other daughter, she tried many times explaining to me who she was. But being a kid.... again, I did not bother to know.

She also told me about her husband, which is my grandpa (atuk). I can't remember much on what she told me. Little bit here and there. But I do remember the way her eyes shines whenever she talks about him. She was really proud of him. I never had the opportunity to meet him as he died when my father was only 7 years old. The thing is, I heard people said that my nenek and atuk do not have a good realationship. But I was not able to see that as nenek told me stories of atuk. I could only see how much nenek loved her husband. That was one of things I remember. She also said that my atuk is a very handsome man. I saw his picture and I agree with her.

There are times, I was rude to nenek. My mum will be so upset with me. But nenek was the one to said that I was good. She pujuk me. Well, at that point I just told my mum "Nenek tak marah pun". But now, I really regret for what I did. I was rude.

The last week of her life, she was bed ridden. She has been that way for four months. At the time, I was 12 years old. At that moment, we keep on reminding her to 'mengucap'. My father and also my cousin on my mum's side was also there. Mak Ngah (my uncle's wife) and her siblings were there too. I prayed so hard that when she died, she died easily. I saw when she took one deep breath and let go for the last time. I don't think I will ever forget that.

I spy... a cucu of Cikgu Tipah

2007-12-30T01:24:00.000+08:00

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...

2007-12-30T00:29:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-26T21:55:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-24T18:21:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-23T11:48:00.001+08:00

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

2007-12-22T02:33:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-14T01:33:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-10T11:18:00.000+08:00

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...

2007-12-10T10:28:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-06T15:45:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-06T15:33:00.001+08:00

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

2007-12-06T12:31:00.000+08:00

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.

Being stressful

2007-11-30T23:05:00.000+08:00

I 've been building anger and dissatisfaction inside me. Towards myself and others. Unfortunately... I let it out to my children. My daughter just cannot sit still. I was giving her dinner and her rice was all over the floor because she just could not sit still while eating her meal. I got very angry and shouted at her.

The truth is, I am angry with myself and my life. the anger that I am feeling inside explode tonight and my daughter was becoming the victim. I felt so bad that at 10pm I made her favourite meal. Bee Hoon Goreng. I have no idea what to do next...

To make something ordinary to become extra ordinary

2007-11-22T16:39:00.000+08:00

This is how I make an ordinary kain to a beautiful kain.

1. Kain ini kosong je... without anything yet...

2. Then to highlight the kain... I jahit manik kat hujung sahaja... and also to make it heavy...

3. To make it much more nicer.. I did some free style design on the kain...

Tukang urut

2007-11-22T16:09:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I went to see a tukang urut in Beranang. He is very famous... well at least my brother told me that he is.

When I arrived with my hubby and my parents, there were another three people before us. So we waited. The tukang urut look so serious. Not even one single word came out from his mouth unless to ask the problem of the person who came to see him.

Then it was my turn. I said my salam. And he answered. He asked what was my problem and I answered. I thought just like how with others, he will just started to urut, but instead, he started to chit chating with me. Non stop. At the same time, he was still urut me, at his living room. My mom who was looking at me from the other side of the room was wondering, why was this old man so friendly with me. I was wondering the same. Until now I have no answer to that. Luckily he continue to be very friendly when it was my father's turn. So, I don't feel to creepy.

But my experience urut by this old man, I will never forget. When you look at his hand and his face when he touches my leg and back, as though he was doing nothing much until my hubby saw how my face was turning red. It was so painful when he did his urut. The same thing happen to my father. It doesn't seem that he was putting any pressure on my father's knee. But from my father's face, I know he was experiencing the same thing as I had before.

It is so amazing how many people still go to see tukang urut to seek help. I am one of them. I thought with the modern technologies way of thinking. Most people no longer seek help from tukang urut like the one that I went to yesterday.

That's my girl...

2007-11-22T15:53:00.000+08:00

This is my daughter when she is hiding under the bedsheet... and thought I could never find her...

This is, when she realized that I know where she was...

There she is...!

Doctor

2007-11-16T12:58:00.001+08:00

I went to see the doctor just now. A different doctor actually. To get a second opinion. He basically told me the same thing as the my doctor has said. But right now, the assistant irritates me. Berleter... nag... nag.... nag... About ubat lah, about exercise and macam-macam lagi. This is good, that not good. Doctor pun tak bising like her. I think... I should just not go to that doctor again.

Thank you Kak Ana

2007-11-15T15:48:00.000+08:00

This was given to me by Kak Ana, my cousin about 5 years ago. Masa tu, I just started working around 2 years. Since my work banyak jumpa client, and she don't really need the earrings anymore, she gave all of these to me. Klasik kan.

This one one is very simple... but too big for me...

Yang ini is the only one yang I ever wore... yang lain.. kurang keberanian.. sebab cantik sangat...

Anyway... thank you Kak Ana.

A RM10 skirt or maybe RM15

2007-11-15T15:30:00.000+08:00

This skirt is very cheap actually.. but after improvise with manik and all.. patch with kain batik... ramai kata I pakai designer's skirt... hahaha!!!

10 year old eye shadow

2007-11-15T15:20:00.000+08:00

10 years ago, a good friend of mine bought a set of eye shadow that do not suits her skin tone... so she gave it to me. Guess what... after such a long time, I am still her good friend and the eye shadow is still the one that I have been using most days. About two hours ago.. I just told her that I still have the eye shadow that she gave me... She was shock as she herself have forgotten about the eye shadow. The tqo colours are totally out, only left the two darker colours...