Tag: 6 Unimportant facts ___ me..

Dawn tags CY & me (among others), CY, in turn, tags me & MY (among others), and MY in turn tags me too, so I'm basically tagged 3 times...which means I supposed to do this 3 times, but anyway, it's.... unimportant.

And then, the topic also go evolved. I think the topic was "....facts ABOUT me", then later, it became "...facts TO me"... anyway, again, it's, err....... unimportant too la.

So, what do I do now? Aiyah, who cares, right? It's, anyway, unimportant as well.

I'm going to do what I like.

6 Unimportant facts about me:

1. My favorite game when I was young is to play "daddy and mommy, happy family", no competition, no winners, no losers, it's all about love and it's "....and they live happily ever after".

2. I have done several plastic surgeries to my face (shocking!), and one of them is removing a big mole right under my right eye! I guess a lot of my friends forgotten I have that prominent "trademark" on my face.

3. I have an unsymmetrical face. All my passport sized pictures show it so clearly.

4. When I was 14, I was a stalker. The guy was a Leung Chiu Wai-look alike.

5. I have Achluophobia.

6. I eat corn by first puncturing the "bag", then chew the fillings, leaving the punctured "bag" on the stalk, 2 rows by 2 rows. You have to see me eating it to know what I mean, it's really so much fun eating corn this way.

So, that's the 6 among many unimportant things about me.

As for the unimportant things TO me,

I think and think and think....

This is such a tough question. But if I can't think of unimportant things to me, then it should mean everything is important to me, right? But I don't really think everything is so important to me, other than my family, money and health. Confused like hell? Yeah, that's what I think too.

And so, I guess that ends my tag. Have a nice week ahead, everyone!

All in school... hurray!

My little girl started school this week, for a week trial first. She's so excited putting on her uniform beaming from ear to ear. And she has this knack of trying to look cool when we catch her smiling happily to herself. Just little things like this brings a smile to our faces and just wish she wouldn't grow up too fast yet, let me enjoy this adorable her for a little while longer.

I told her she would need to pass the probation week's "test" first before she is confirmed to be going off to school every morning together with 2-ko.

And what are the tests requirements?

1. She needs to finish her water in her tumbler everyday.
2. She can't cry
3. She has to listen to teacher and follow what teacher tells her to do.
4. She has to make friends with the rest in her class.

The first day when I picked her up, she failed the first point. Almost the water in her tumbler was untouched! Uh oh.. ko-ko was worried, he wanted her to go to school. I asked him why, he says he wants her to be "smarter". Wonder what that means?

Today, what a huge difference. Not a drop of water left! I think she's adamant to pass this week's test... haha.

It snowed last night!

It snowed yesterday night! Did you guys see it? It's totally awesome, I can't believe it. I bet you don't believe me too, never mind, I had quickly took my camera out to take pictures for you to see, to prove what I'm saying. And let me say one thing first before you see the pictures, I didn't get those from the internet, wokay??
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My whole backyard filled with snow!!

All in a day's work

OK, time to move on and forget about the unhappy things in life. But only must keep tab to be alert and careful while out in the "wild".

When I was blog-hopping today, I only realized mine was really a small matter compared to bigger disasters in life, like this "near brush with death" accident of Pek Imm's husband. Poor man, poor wife, poor little daughter (girls are usually more sentimental)

Hope he gets a speedy recovery and they settle down back to their happy days again soon. I'm sure they will. Pek Imm, just hang on strong there, ok?
Basket for him (heck, me so very not sincere, huh?)

Anyway, back to today's work, I went for a "Face treatment", totally comes FOC, a compliment from my credit card bank. Of course, it was just a bait to lure me into signing and forking out more than the value of the said treatment in the voucher.


Fortunately, I had managed to verify the holder of the voucher was me and shown the credit card for this verification purpose before the robber took away my IC and the card. What I needed to do was to show up at the appointed time for a skin analysis consultation and followed by the said treatment.

Women's money, it's so easy to earn actually. Just criticize as much as you can on their facial skin and promise a miracle to turn the most ugly duckling to a beautiful looking swan and any woman would be so tempted to take their card out for them to swipe. Fortunately for me (and my hubby), this time, I didn't have any card to let them swipe. haha. (I was robbed, remember?)

The sales manager was getting very aggressive very soon, letting me a very "good deal" to "lock" the offer for a RM230 facial package which didn't come free with the Face treatment, obviously. The usual price for that facial is RM320. And I only needed to put in a RM50 as deposit, and it comes with no expiry date.

I told her, sorry la, I don't carry much cash with me as was phobia with the "wild" already. She played her last card then "RM20 as deposit". "Why waste such a good offer and go to hell when I can promise you the flight to heaven?" Not exactly the words she said la, but almost close to that, I think.

I was very pissed with that kind of bargaining method by now actually. Everywhere it is, the salesman would tell you, this offer is only valid for now, even tomorrow you come and ask, it's back to usual price for you. Damn! If you can offer a low price now, I don't see why you can't give me the low price tomorrow. And it's such a competitive market out there, you don't offer your low price to me, I turn to another supplier, fair?

So, I was adamant and said NO very firmly. Sorry, no luck with this "fish", this "fish" a very kiamsiap "fish", not a "waterfish".


OK, so we proceeded with the FREE Face Treatment, said to totally wipe off my dead cells clean from the surface of my face, and a new healthier and beautiful me would surface soon. The beautician did one side of my face, and let me compare with the other half when she was done. Heck! I don't see any difference leh, though she kept telling me how much fairer, balanced tone, cleaner that side of the face was.

Then, after she did the other half for me, I was given the "O2 treatment", a nice cooling breeze of air with water drops on my face.

And this conversation took place...

SHE: Why don't you sign up for the facial? Frankly speaking, you would have a total makeover after the facial and would look very pretty. Women must take care of how they look so the husbands will feel proud of you

ME: Nah.. after all these years of marriage, looks is not important anymore.

SHE: No la, that's why after these years of marriage, it's even more important to keep looking good, feeling good.

ME: You have no idea. What's important in a marriage is our mutual understanding and communication with each other. Honestly, if he doesn't like me anymore because of how I old I have become, then this husband also not worth to keep la..

SHE: *dumbfounded* *totally pissed with this tough kiamsiap customer*

ME: *oops* *better shut up*

And then, I went home, and did all that they told me NOT to do, exposing myself to sun, swimming, putting on my usual toner, moisturizer, essence on my beauty skin, had another round of my own recipe for better skin...yada yada..

So proud of myself! And that was also because I have no more credit card to utilize too. Hehe...

Later on, I saw my hubby online (he's in China for one day business trip) and we chat...

SY: hi
kt: yes,
kt: still working
kt will go out soon!
SY: go where?
kt: do know, dinner, shopping, sight seeing, where-ever other than hotel room
SY: with who?
kt: local partner
SY: ok, remember to take the condom with u
kt: ?? what?
SY: u know la
kt: do what?
SY: in case somebody want to fight for ur fortune later on..
SY: claim to be ur son/daughter
SY: i can share husband, but i can't share his fortune
kt: haha, thats wht u worry??
SY: yeah, i worry abt my money only
kt: btw, I hv no $$ to use, wht happened to my card?
SY: oops
SY: i forgot all about it
kt: shit, I cant buy any things for u alrdy,
SY: no $$ for u to pay for hooker
SY: unless it's free service
kt: and no $$ for fun!!!! shit
SY: buy things for me? forget it la..
SY: those made in china stuffs r all fake
SY: dun get anything for me also.. i dunno where to stuff it into
kt: who said, it is world factory
SY: world factory my ass
SY: u also getting those fake *censored*
SY: what else u won't do
SY: hope u won't smuggle drugd later on
kt: wrong, those r real just modified for testing purposes!
SY: yada yada .......................

Robbed la, not snatched wei...

Feeling rather aimless these 2 days, I suppose it's the earlier fate. Wanted to let go of steam, so I called my police friend, just want to whack him kuat kuat as if it's his fault that I was robbed. Poor guy, having to be my punching bag for the day.

He told me after I described the whole incident to him, that it wasn't just classified as snatch thief case, but a robbery instead as there's element of threat there. Not just any robbery as well, it was armed robbery. Sounds pretty serious, huh? That bugger, even teased me why I didn't ask him if he was selling knives. So much of a friend there. Then again, when we talked, he did mention these kind of cases are just too frequent.

I wonder if it's the cause of the conversation with him, I started to feel uneasy these days, when the image of the robber coming towards me with a knife in hand flashes through my mind every now and then. So many other scenarios could happen. And with the name cards in my bag he robbed away, I was thinking they might come and threaten me more as the loot wasn't satisfactory. Am I getting paranoid here?

Yesterday, I read a piece of news "What's brewing for Penang", an interview with YAB Lim GE, the new CM of Penang. It read here, at the very last part..

"I feel that patrolling is more effective than having more police stations. Some police stations only have one girl taking down reports at midnight. She is in danger because people can just come in and hurt her."

Police station robbed? Got such cases before meh? Then they lodge the police report in that police station too ah? My God, if police station also not safe, then I really think the safety in this country is beyond hope already. Scary!

Snatched!

Yeah, finally my turn. My mom had been telling me that forever. So, she wasn't surprised. Definitely very glad I wasn't hurt, and certainly very relieved the boys are not injured.

It happened under the bright hot sunny day, after I picked the boys from their schools, outside my friend's house who had just called me to drop by for awhile. That 2 buggers on a bike was certainly on their rounds looking for opportunities and I guess I was at their right place, right time. Me, definitely, wrong place, wrong time, and definitely careless of me for not scrutinizing the area first before alighting.

When the pillion rider came to me with a knife in his hand, my feeling was rather mixed. It was like facing a devil one on one, one part of me was brave and wanted to fight with him, the other part was scared to death and would have pissed in my pants if he had came any nearer to harm me or worse, my darling child who was just alighting from the car at the back.

I held my umbrella in my hand, pointing at him, and shouting at the same time, hoping my friend would come and save my day soon, but as the worry of him harming my little darling was just too much to bear, the tug-of-war with the handbag in the middle was a lost battle. He jumped back in the bike and rode off in lightning speed, it was impossible to chase after him even my friend jumped in my car and told me to give chase.

Damnit! "Take this !@#$%^&*, farking bastards. Nothing better to do, good-for-nothing scums." (Sorry, need to let it out from my system) What kind of a place are we living in?

In the end, I didn't lose much, strictly speaking. Just some couple of hundred bucks (maybe), my IC, credit cards, ATM card, driving license (which are all useless to him, except the cash, of course) and my handphone (sigh, again!). Maybe the tissues would do him good too, as their loot wasn't even enough to get something decent for their girlfriends. Maybe the pad inside the bag would do some goodness.

And I lost my newly bought "I'm not a Plastic Bag" bag just before CNY. Shit! Jeez! Need to make police report, redo driving license, IC, credit cards, ATM. I just hate all these trouble. Thank God I cleared up some of the things in the bag before that too, like the vouchers from the Matta fair. Now, the family suite, it's going at RM250, I'm sure you understand. Any takers?

I need to go and do all that procedures now, but my heart is still not settled yet. Thumping mad there. What a bad day it had been. Oh, yeah, please send me a sms to tell me your tel number again too. Please let me know who you are in it. Will be getting a replacement SIM soon. Take care of yourselves, do be careful alighting from cars, learn from my mistake.

Hope these sampah masyarakat would be wiped off from the planet one day.

Weekend getaways for the year

Thronged to Matta Fair just a few hours before it closed shop. For RM9, RM3x2 (entrance fees), RM3 for car park (hubby wanted to save on that as well by parking illegally but couldn't find any slot only), we got quite good deals (I think) for some weekend treats for this year.

Rainforest Resort Taman Negara, that'll be a long long drive to and fro for just a night stay, but for the sake of saving money in our pockets, that's where we are going, even though that meant more fuel, hence more money spent on petrol and tolls!

And the children would absolutely love this one Tiara Beach Resort at Pork Port Dickson. Only RM150 for a family suite, how affordable is that? We bought 2 vouchers for 2 suites, don't care first, see who wants to buy from us for RM200. Anyone? ;)

That were the good deals we could get hold of in the "Domestic Holidays" hall. Really darn lots of people in there. We walked till our legs sore.

Came to the "Overseas Holidays" hall, I could only feel sorry it's just "look see look see" for me. After awhile, really no mood to walk anymore and went home. By then, it was already more than 2 hours spent in the fair.

Never mind, can still "work harder" to dig for free flights at the Air Asia website, about time to plan for the "big one" at the end of the year.

Thrifty, huh? (As how Jo-N described about me), a better word to describe "kedekut", definitely.

Hey, who wants to join me in those 2 getaway breaks? CY, I'm already having thoughts about getting you guys to join us in the Taman Negara one when you are back for the summer break with your family.

Tag: What do you think about me?

A) LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR :-

1. *secret*
2. *also secret*
3. *top secret*
4. world peace (wah.. i have a huge heart, yeah?)
5. cure for cancer

B) THE PERSON WHO TAGGED ME IS: Shifting Sand

C) YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER:

1. Funny
2. Down to earth
   
3. Likes to cook
   
4. Likes to eat
   
5. Jovial and happy go lucky
   

D) MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS GIVE/DONE FOR YOU
-keep tagging me...

E) THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU
- when she acknowledges me as a loving wife and wonderful mom (which I myself am unsure of)

F) IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL
- be very fat, since I will be her test bunny for all the things she cooks.

G) IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE
- She denies me to become her test bunny.

Now I would like to know from my new blogger friends, what they think about me...
Pek Imm,
Jo-N,
Chris and
BP.

Thanks a lot!

You've got mail

When I was in my teens, I used to write letters a lot. It's a very nice pleasure seeing mails with my name and address handwritten on the envelopes in the mailbox.

I knew the penpals, as we used to call them, through those teen magazines in those "penpal" columns. I would send a few, probably in tens, out, and being straight, those were all guys, naturally. The hit rate would be about 10%, I think, being those who respond to my intro mail. We would then exchange personal photos, of course, the best looking ones to be exact, to impress the other end, yes, that's quite normal, isn't that so?

So, I would also filter the "interesting" penpals to keep in touch with. Those who can write better English, and shows an interesting character in their mails would be my chosen ones. Looks in their sent over pictures surely was one of the factors too.

I have at one time, kept in touch with a guy whom I had been having a "debate" quite furiously over the mails. What kind of debate, I can't really remember, but it was very exciting. We even called each other names and frantically defending and attacking at each other's nerves. We lost touch after a year or so, I think. If I can meet him again after all these years, I would be really thrilled.

Later over the years, the interest in keeping these relationships faded, but the mails writing hobby still remained.

Dawn, my friend when I was 15, sat behind me in 3 Mutiara the whole year through. She's such a nice and friendly person, she made me wonder if I was lesbian as I thought I was in love with her, really. Her mega-watt smile would light up a bad, bad moody day, and one of the reasons I loved going to school in Form 3 was partly because to see her. She made school life so looked forward to. Creepy, huh?

No, this is not a love post. Of course, other than her, I had Pauline as my best friend too, who sat next to me, and I had been admiring another girl older than me. (Quick, run far far, I'm a psycho actually)

After Form 3, we went our own ways, and we didn't see each other daily anymore, though we were still in the same school. However, amazingly we wrote each other mails quite frequently. Remember, Dawn? Or was it after SPM? I can't remember well, but I had so much fun writing to her and reading her mails. And both of us were staying in Ipoh, those were really the days.

Writing mails persisted to be a hobby of mine for years, writing to friends, my brothers, who were studying in KL, then went over to UK, and Australia. In fact, I still keep some of the mails in my big box of childhood memories.

Nowadays, what we get from the letterbox are only those typed out addressee from banks, credit cards, government bodies, lawyers, ah longs.... all whom we know are just chasing money, so we try our best not to open them.

Even friendly emails in the inbox had been reduced with the intervention of online chatting via messengers. Before that, I used to exchange damn long emails with mommies in Penang, HK, and 1-mail-to-3 from Singapore, KL and Italy. Oh, how we bitched and ranted about our outlaws...

Well this post is really irrelevant, I am just recollecting my girlhood memories, I am amazed if you are still reading... thanks anyway. Have a nice day!

Lost child sighted

Sometimes things like this tugs at your heart strings.

A little boy, ages about 4, was seen crying in MPH bookstores today while I was browsing some books. Poor little boy, the wails and sorrows would just breaks any parent's heart. 2 MPH staff were seen quickly attending to him, trying to ask what his name is. But he just kept on crying and wailing. I could immediately put myself in his shoes and feel what he was feeling ... "Where is mommy? What am I to do?"... The world sure looks like a big jungle with wild animals to a lost little child.

People around were starting to look and see if there was any parent searching frantically for him. Nothing happened for a long while.

Soon, the cries subsided as a woman consoled him, took his attention away to some kids' books, and she tried her luck if she can get any info from him. No luck. The boy refused to talk at all.

I would have gone off as I was done with my task, but I really wanted to see him back at his parents' side first. Fortunately, soon enough, another little girl, about the age of 10?, came over and said he's her brother. Apparently, the parents left them there and told them not to go anywhere while they "have something to do".

I told her to teach him to remember a contact number, as he was really scared just now. She nodded in agreement.

Sigh.. I really can't understand. Would you as a parent believe it's alright to leave two little children on their own by themselves, though in a kids' friendly environment like MPH? For me, I definitely can't imagine leaving them out of my sight, out of our home, even for just for awhile.

In this instance, I guess the people around the boy were more worried than his parents. While I was walking away, I think I saw a man coming over and even admonished the girl on why she wasn't looking after her brother (I presume it's the dad la). Sigh.. Why do I even bothered or get so emotional myself? It's a simple case of "Emperor not bothered, eunuch worried dead".

And back home at my laptop, I saw this piece of news on Star Online "Boy, 11, missing since Sunday".... Just take good care of our own children, please. It's so sad to see all these missing children news one after another.

Fluffy clouds, white clouds

What do you do when you are sitting in a car for 2 and half hours, and you can't sleep and no children to yell at as they are all sleeping soundly?

Well, sometimes it depends on the mood, no? What do you call a mood when you would just gaze into the sky and look at the clouds passing by? And what is it called when you even take the camera out and start to take pictures of them? Siao-mood la, of course!







*Clouds along PLUS highway the day before the election* - brought to you by ME.

Part of history in Malaysia's elections

Shocked. Awed. Disbelief. Unimaginable.

And still am. I guess the whole nation feels the same. More so for the election candidates.

We followed with eagerness on the results of the polls by Sat 10pm, and by then, calls and rumors were already spreading on how the oppositions were gaining victories in mostly every hot seats.

I went to sleep on early Sun morning 12am as to tuck the children to sleep. Hubby, at don't-know-what-time climbed on to bed and told me, in my half awakened state, that BN lost Penang, Kedah, Selangor and Perak to the oppositions. I thought it must be rumors la.. how can that be?? And I went back to sleep.

At about 6am, I woke up and got the children to pee, 2nd son was already showing a patch of wetness in his pants. Then after, I log on to the internet and checked on the electoral news. It's confirmed by then that what was told by hubby in my dream was true. Shocking indeed, ain't so?

We drove home on Friday evening to cast our votes, since we didn't care to change our residence address. The weather during our journey was kinda weird. It rained cats and dogs in the beginning part, then shining hot in the middle, and rained very heavily again when we were close to the highway exit. I wonder if that was any omen for things that are coming. I have a feeling it was. For better or for worse, noone would know. But one thing for sure, many want a change. And the people's voice is heard, let the oppositions a chance to do that, since the current government wasn't going to deliver that.

It's so simple. For me, as a mother, I would want to see security in our very own home. But this very basic and important need is not met, where I'm staying has numerous break-ins like nobody's business to these buggers. Little girls missing, that is the most brutal news ever to any mother. Who to be blamed for the lack of security? Surely it's the government. If they can't do anything to put things right for us, then they should be taught a lesson.

Of course, there are other issues more than that which are so damaging to our society and nation. I guess everyone know what they are. But simple women like me with simple wishes only, is living each day with worrying thoughts of the children's and my own safety, one can imagine how many people in this nation are truly worried. Hence, the results of the 2008 general elections!

Before the elections, on the day we drove home, we reached just in time to attend a family dinner gathering at Tai Thong. That night, what was talked about over dinner were only politics and politics. Gosh!

Then, we headed to the DAP ceramah at the Jalan Kampar, Tow Boo Keong temple roundabout just in time to witness the arrival of Fong Po Kuan, dubbed cilipadi, and Lim Kit Siang.


We were told there were more than 10,000 people at that time, can't compare that to the mighty 60,000 turnout in Penang, but still, no doubt, was an amazing event. The Kampar road traffic was stopped at a halt, I suppose all Ipohites never saw that kind of thing before happening in this old-folks-home-city. What was the traffic police doing, not blocking off the road and divert traffic to another route, we don't know. Buses and trailers were passing the road with people just standing by inches from them.


We heard Po Kuan spoke. Her voice was obviously hoarse, understandably from the countless campaigning and talks she went to the whole campaigning weeks. Must really salute her.

Then came Kit Siang. He said the sign of panic by BN was shown. Never before in history, an ad came 1 day before the elections by the PM saying either we, chinese, wants our voice to be heard or our ethnic to be represented in the Cabinet. The people-mountain-people-sea gave a resounding NO when he asked if we want to be threatened this way. I believe these kind of ads even irked the voters more than ever. Especially when the expenditures of these ads come from taxpayers' pockets.



Election Day

This was my voting venue. My very own hometown, where I grew up in. But that's not my alma mater. Funny why my parents didn't send me and my siblings to this school so close to home.

I went in to vote at about 3+, since I am told that it's better to cast the vote after 2pm. It was speedy fast, no long queues or whatsoever. I just need to check which is the voting room I ought to go to from any of these desks. And good, they are using computers to check my info, unlike the last time where it's only pen and paper.

It's only about less than 5 mins in and out, that was it. I wanted to take pictures of the ballot boxes and spend some time in there, you know, just to savor the moment, but no, it seemed pretty uncomfortable to have all the eyes staring at me.


My hubby at the almost last hour, registered to be a votes-counting watching brief rep (whatever that is called). Registration was so fast and easy, briefing, Q&A, sumpah with the Commissioner of Oath, all kautim within 30 mins time. And he was told to return to the allocated classroom before 5pm, so to ensure the counting of the votes is fair and square.

I would have registered to become a rep too, since they needed another 20 odd people, but unfortunately I was wearing shorts, which is not allowed. So, I could only hear the story from my hubby.

He said it used to be, all ballot boxes are sealed at 5pm sharp when election closes, and these ballot boxes were transported to a counting center. But this time round, policy had changed.

At 5pm, all classrooms were closed, every class has 2 reps of BN and oppositions respectively to witness the counting of the votes. If there's only 1 rep, you may object to opening the 2 boxes (state and parlimen) at the same time. (That was the question my hubby posed during the briefing earlier)

Firstly, they count how many voters came to vote. Then they count how many ballot papers were given out. Simple maths would tell them the number of ballot papers there should be in the boxes and 2 parties reps agreed and signed.

So then after, when it's agreed upon, they open up the boxes and start to count that the ballot papers tally with the number. If it's less, then that's ok, since there might be some who decide not to vote and take it home. If it's more, then something would be wrong somewhere and ALL ballot papers need to be checked in the box.

So far so good. Everything went fine at his site. They start to distribute the ballots. Each ballot paper was held up, and declared it's DAP or BN vote. If there's no objection from any reps, then that would go to the respective party.

Hubby must have had a great time, for he just can't stop telling everyone how excited it was when the ballot papers were held up. It was truly an exciting and heart-stopping moment of truth. It was all over within less than an hour, since both boxes were opened and counted at the same time. Next was of course, reporting to the various party center, and we hang in there for awhile anticipating eagerly for the first wave of results streaming in. It was a joyful moment for everyone in there, since reports clearly showing who was leading. And the rest was history.

Now we would only wish BN would buck up, do something good for the people, stop uttering ridiculous rubbish and sexist remarks and calling people names, and the opposition parties would prove that they not only talk, they can deliver too. Coming news would be so interesting to see. Let's wish for the dark clouds to be cleared and blue sunny days ahead of us.

Tag: Before I was a mom..

.. I wondered if I could conceive easily.

... I was working on a full time job

... I never really thought about how amazing the feeling of the fetus growing and moving in the womb is.

... I never stayed in a hospital before

... I never bleed blood like water gushing before

... I never knew losing an unborn child could be so painful

... I didn't know my mom means so much to me

... I didn't know the real meaning of helpless and worried sick are when a child gets sick

... I didn't know there are bassinets for infants on flights.

... I love my husband and he was the most important person in my life (Now err...)

... I knew I wanted to stay at home and see them grow though (And still am)

Thanks, bkworm, to remind me how long I have since became a mom and what I was doing before that. Counting my blessings now.

And I am not tagging anyone here though. Feel free to continue the tag.

In real trouble or fake?

Yesterday while I was busy talking to someone in somewhere, out of a sudden, an Indian guy wearing a helmet stood next to me.

Naturally, after being "environmentally conditioned" to be aware of crooks, my first impression was that he wanted to rob me or abduct me or ________ (fill in the blank with all the negative wordings).

So, being wary, I asked him what he wanted, he said he has a problem and he needs help. I said what kind of problem. He told me something is wrong about his bike. I told him I know nuts about bike and I can't help him out (whew! I thought that would get rid of him).

He then said no, he had asked a mechanic to come and fix the problem, but he lacks of just RM12 to pay the mechanic and asked if I could just borrow him and he would return the money to me later.

So, at that point of time, what would you do if you were me?

I hesitated for a long while, very reluctantly to part with my hard earned cash. He looked rather pathetic and hopeful, and he said he is a salesman and he would come and return me the money. In the end, I told him to find somebody else to help him.. sigh..

Later on, I really regretted what I did. If he's a crook, what I lose would only be RM12, but if he was really in trouble, that little amount of cash would have helped him and I would have done somebody a favor. How could I do that?? Not like it's RM120 or RM1200. Gosh! I felt so terrible for the rest of the day.

So, if there's a next time, I know what I am going to do. That would probably had made my day, knowing I had helped somebody in need.

(Sorry, Mr. shocked-the-hell-out-of-me fler, I should have gave you the help you asked for then. My apologies to turn you down. Don't come and seek revenge on me ah)

What we had for dinner on Sat night

Finally, I remembered and succeeded to take these what-we-ate pics. It's rather pointless to be blogging about what we ate actually, I guess I am doing it to go with the tide. Maybe later when the trend is to blog about what the effect is like after the food processed in our stomachs, that would be quite an interesting read.

Anyhow, it might be a good proof to our children that we take them out to restaurants often, no complaints that we are not feeding them well and treating them good, ok?

The favorite, spaghetti for the children.

An offer for RM5 a bowl of soup for an order of the main meal.

Dad had platter of seafood, his favorite.

And mommy (that's me!) had grilled chicken in tandoori sauce (not my favorite, but there wasn't any much choices)

And a glass of mango lassie for all 5!

OK, the pics might look good and yummy-licious, but seriously speaking, my own cooked food tastes X times better than that! Really! I am not a fussy eater, and it had got me giving the thumbs-down for the taste. Well, actually, not surprising, since that place is not popular for its food, but for the coffee.

And the price for the dinner...

I should open a restaurant myself. Well, you must be wondering why we still go there and eat, huh?

Not because we are rich.

Not because we have no other better place to go and eat.

It's only because the 2xRM50 vouchers are going to expire on 5th of Mar 08.



So, we paid only 5 cents for those (up there!). and 5 cents tips for the staff.

Thanks to our credit card bank for sponsoring our dinner, who wanted to thank us for diligently swiping their card when we go shopping the whole year through. It's a win-win-win case for 3 parties. That's what makes the world go round, isn't it so?