My auntie and her cucu!

Actually, my auntie had to carry both of them or else one of them would cry. The little boy is my nephew. He is 16 months old. Very cute eh?

I think this is funny....

Hehehehe... I can't help it....

Twinkle and... chocolates on her face...

Lately, after watching lots of wrestling, Jackie Chan the cartoon, Ultraman etc... she starts practising her skills on me. Hmmm... for example jumping on top of me, punching me into the stomach. Man..... she is not like before.... I mean, she is getting heavier and I can't simply cope with her playful abuses. It is amusing for her but not for me.

Maybe she should watch lots of Pingu rather than kung fu fighting cartoons. **sigh**

Oh my car... not even 1000 mileage...

Yup, a clown decided to ram into my car. Hmm.. not even 736 mileage la my car. Blardy hell. Interestingly that lady clown has no license.

Well, the husband agreed to settle outside and pay the bill. Total is RM818. I am going to send my car to the workshop next Monday for three days. **sigh**

My ribbon bamboo..

My ribbon bamboo got flowers!!! They say it is good luck to have flower. Actually, four of them. One dead, one still a bud... and other two... well, as the above. It makes me happy though knowing that my ribbon bamboo got flower. Yeahhhh!!

Good or Bad... Hard to Say...

Once upon a time, there was a king. The king liked one of his followers very much because he was very wise and always gave very useful advice. Therefore the king took him along wherever he went.

One day, the king was bitten by a dog, the finger was injured and the wound was getting worse.
He asked the follower if that was a bad sign. The follower said, Good or bad, hard to say'. In the end, the finger of the king was too bad that had to be cut.The king asked the follower again if that was a bad sign. Again, the follower gave the same answer, 'Good or bad, hard to say'. The king became very angry and sent the follower to prison.

One day, the king went hunting in the jungle. He got excited when he was on the chase of a deer. Deeper and deeper he went inside the jungle. In the end he found himself lost in the jungle. To make thing worse, he got captured by the native people lived inside the jungle.

They wanted to sacrifice him to their god. But when they noticed that the king had one finger short, they released him immediately as he was not a perfect man anymore and not suitable for sacrifice. The king managed to get back to his palace after all. And he finally understood the follower's wise quote, 'Good or bad, hard to say'. If he hadn't lost one finger,he could have been killed by the native people.

He ordered to release the follower, and apologized to him. But to the king amaze, the follower was not mad at him at all. Instead, the follower said, 'It wasn't a bad thing that you locked me up.'
Why? Because if the king hadn't locked the follower up, he would have brought the follower along to the jungle. If the native found that the king was not suitable, they would have used the follower.

Again, the quote 'Good or bad, hard to say' stands.




The moral of the story:



Everything that happens in this world, there is no absolute good or bad. Sometimes good things turned out to be bad things eventually, while bad things become a gain.
Whatever good things that happen to you, enjoy it, but don't have to hold too tight to it, treat it as a surprise in your life.Whatever bad things that happen to you, don't have to feel too sad or despair, in the end, it might not be a total bad thing after all.


If one can understand this, he or she will find life much easier.

I have been through the lowest point of my life, lowest as in left by my ex while I am pregnant with his child. It is a common story that you heard about it before, but sometimes you never thought it will ever happen to you. Guess what, it happened to me.

Abortion? No la… a lot of cons and no pros. Besides, it doesn't kill me to keep the baby. Well, the sacrifice was I had to quit my job. Why I quit my job? I want my baby to be stress free in my tummy. Being single and pregnant was not a good combination at that time.

Broke and no job is not easy but somehow I survived. I still have my family that really support me. Luckily, I manage to get a job after that. Yeah… at least there is some happy ending to it. It is liberated to be independent knowing that you are capable to take care your child.


That jerk? Well, he is married. I know his wife has been reading my profile on Frienster. So, I put my baby pictures (she is exactly looks like him in that particular picture!!!). I even put remark, “Isn’t OUR baby gorgeous? Opss… I forgot, your pussy is dry, cannot have kids! Ha… ha… ha…” I can only imagine her rage, jealousy and frustration after reading that! I sure hope that it will haunt her forever. The next thing I heard, she went to see a mid-wife for a special massage to get pregnant.

Presently, my life is blessed with a baby, family and decent job. To say I am hatred free, I am in the process of healing myself. I am almost there but not quite yet.

I am lucky to have someone that makes me feel loved and to be in love again. Will it last? In every particle of my being, I want it to be. I can only wish. The reality is… I might have to accept that he will one day take another path. When you noticed the indifference, you know there is something wrong. Being at that point forced you to experience the heartache and loss all over again. The difference is it will be much harder for me to take. Even thinking of losing him makes me sad and alone to the point of endless tears.

HOPE… Whatever future hold, I will try to enjoy a blissful life that I have now.

I guess I need to read “Good or Bad… Hard to say” to remind myself that everything will be fine.

What's in the box?

Big box....

Yes, I still keep the box even after two weeks of my holiday. Why? You will figure it out...

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Now you understand why?

Ha..ha..ha.. Kids...

Cola's papa bought teddy bear and Barbie for her. She manages to play with it only for a while and get bored of it!! Yet... this box that used to pack my 20kg things makes her happy! I decided not to throw it away and just keep the blardy box at our verandah.

Look at her hair! She is always sweaty all the time. I feel intimidated with her hair! Hmm... luckily I remembered to buy hair clipper so that I can cut her hair easier. Not so bad for my first attempt....

He..he..he.. I took this blanket from MAS. Free what?

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Tada!!!!

She looks better... and neat! I have to confess....there is a noticable uneven patch at the back of her head. It was her fault la!!! She couldn't stay still! Nope, I am not going to take picture of that. Pleaseeeeeee tell me that you guys love her new hair cut. She has no complain... yet.

Oh ya, yesterday (Monday) I took one day emergency leave because she had fever. My mum jokingly told me maybe because after her new weird boyish haircut from her self_declared_competent_hairdresser mother (which her CV states.. ehem...Experience: Can trim dog's aka Cola's hair/fur/tail or whatever you call it without causing any injury) she got this fever.

It might be over reacting but, when I saw her shaking and yet her temperature high, I was panicking and took her to the clinic. Hmmm... nothing serious though. Head, foot and mouth disease cases are still reported, so I just have to be sure that Twinkle does not have that **touch wood**.

When I left her for work this morning, she is back to normal. HAppy for that!