9th Anniversary

9 years ago on this day...

This sole album holds all the pictures and memories of that fateful day.

Under-aged boy caught getting married??? Or play play only??

All smiles for that day. I can still remember I hardly eaten anything at all for the whole day. It was madness rushing from morning till night, getting married was really stressful!

And my wonderful and pretty (handsome too!) friends who came for me. That day was a very auspicious day, hence many weddings were held throughout the nation. Even I had 2 other close girlfriends were wedded on the same day. As such, not many turned up for the dinner.


One varsity good friend had 3 wedding invitations simultaneously, and one of them was a close relative. So, what he did was, he went to one for the night before, came all the way to Ipoh from KL on the morning of today (9 years ago), and rushed back home to KL for the relative's wedding dinner! Honestly, I was really touched.


And of course, my close friends from HK, KL, Singapore, all came back to celebrate with us.

They went for karaoke session after the dinner, while my newly wed hubby and I dropped by for awhile, paid for the bill, and went back to, you know la...

Then, we went back to KL the next day, and off to US/Canada for our honeymoon with 2 other friends.

Now, what did we do today ah?

We were, as usual, sent the kids to school, went to work, went to my son's school to collect his report book and still at the office now! :(

Guess this is what they say, wedding is just a ceremony, real marriage is the days after the wedding.

Turning thirty something.

I had a great birthday party this year! It was the first time having it in those posh place where the staff came in packs to sing happy birthday song to you.


They asked me to stand up, I was very lazy to, and teased back if they wanted me to stand on the table. They said no problem if I liked to do that, and after some moments of hesitation, I said "ok, let's do it then!" and raised my right knee up like real, and some of them really thought I was serious. Haha.. caught them there, it was truly fun.

"Present this card on your next visit, and we'll give you a FREE onion loaf", how about that?

Cake was courtesy of my friend, not them. It was a very yummy mango mousse cake. Deliciously sinful!

My hubby was truly generous that night, spending close to RM300 for that birthday dinner for me. That is part of the birthday gift too, he has absolutely no idea what to get for me. I guess after all these years, it's not so important anymore. More importantly, it's spending time with the loved ones, I am sure mostly everyone would agree with me, hoh?

I took my mom to a boutique for her to choose something for herself, as my birthday gift to her. Somehow, I figured it's more important for me to celebrate my birthday with her, knowingly how painfully she had delivered me to this world thirty something years ago.

Actually, I admit I was being partially selfish too, I must say. I wanna train my children to do the same to me when they grow up too. I'm not very sincere, huh?

The other day, I told my eldest son the reason I'm giving a birthday gift to"Y-po" is she was the one to give birth to me and without her, there wouldn't be me, and without me, there would not be any him either, would he? He said "Then, should we be thanking Y-po's mother too? And also Y-po's mother's mother ....?

For an instant, I do not know whether he was trying to be funny or smart, but it took me rather by surprised. It amazes me how his brain cells can be simulated so fast. My reply to him "Never mind about Y-po's mother, she's not alive anymore, we just concentrate on those who's living, ok?" To that, he took it without any other comments.

So, that also means when it's papa's birthday, we need to make sure we celebrate it with his mom too, to enforce that idea to our children.


Thanks for those who sent me birthday wishes, always touches my heart and made my day. Especially to that someone who never failed to give me a tinkle every year ever since we have known each other, no matter how.

And yes, I am now officially thirty err........

And he says I'm over-protective!

You know, we as parents now are not as "relaxed" as how our parents where. Most of us send our young school going children by ourselves, waking up early to get their breakfast ready, gently telling them that it's time to get up from bed, getting them ready, so on and so forth.

My hubby had the idea to let them go to school by themselves by bas sekolah, the exact same methodology of how we went to school when we were young.

But I have strong objections to that, insisted and *beating my chest with my palm* declared I WILL SACRIFICE MY SLEEPING TIME to send him to and fro from school. And that's how and when my eyebags started to visit me.

He said I'm just a paranoid mom, making unnecessarily sacrifices like that.

And the other day, I saw this big car driving up to the school while I was walking to the gate with my son. When it stopped, all 3 doors opened at the same time. The maid was at the front, taking the bag down. Mommy came down with the son on one side, the granny coming out from the other. All 3 of them walked the precious little darling to the gate, maid only handing him his bag at the entrance. And I saw the car was driven by obviously an employed driver.

And I thought to myself "sei mm sei ah?".... And my hubby said I'm over-killing my motherly role?

Anyway, I didn't know that some parents, other than waiting early ahead for the bell to ring to take their child home, even went to the extent to wait at the canteen door at about 10am, obviously for the recess time. Wow! Can you imagine that? Delivering their snack/ breakfast for recess in the mid morning as well??

For me, I just pack some bread/ buns/ cake/ sausages/ fried noodle/ cookies/ ... aiyah, just give him RM1 and let him buy something to eat from the canteen la. I feel myself so intimidated by these super duper moms.

These children are darn lucky. During our time, we woke up by ourselves, get ready, opened the door and waited even before the dawn breaks for the bas sekolah, sometimes if we were early, we could go over to the house few doors away selling soup noodle to have a quick breakfast, if not, just buy some "fu-pei" (fried beancurd skin with fish meat fillings) and eat in the bus. My mom and dad would still be happily snoozing even while we started our lessons. But of course, they worked hard to bring us up too.

But if we talk about our time, our parents would be telling to us how lucky we were also. During THEIR time, they need to cycle or walk miles away to their school, and when they come home from school, they need to help out their parents not only with household chores but their work as well, working until 1 or 2 am in the morning..

I used to detest when my mom told me how she suffered and what a good life I was having. I told myself before that when I become a mom myself, I wouldn't do the same thing and nag like her. See see... what am I doing here?

Our Mother's Day 2008

There was this time long before it was Mother's Day where my eldest son over dinner told me he's going to make me a card for the day. I was already touched, so easy to be contented, hoh? Then, his papa said to him to make one for grandma too. Without any hesitation, he replied "Make it yourself la, she's your mother, not MY mother!" Haha.. that made me and papa's brother to burst into laughter.

Anyway, on this special day of days, we took our maid to have her very own "last breakfast" (for her to choose what she likes to eat, but instead, she prefers to eat what we eat!)

Then, we went to Carrefour, helped her to choose a handphone, and I told her she can walk around by herself and get whatever she wants to bring back kampung. After some period of time, I saw her with a basketload of Tiger Biskuat. My hubby and I were, like, speechless, eyes and mouth wide opened. I told hubby now we know where all those biscuit we bought went in these 2 years time.

We said to her, she's going to be charged for extra luggage, and it's advisable to leave these back where they belong. Disappointedly, she emptied the basket, and bought 2 packs plus another 2 packs of cheese sausages. Sigh... how truly sorry we felt for her.

Meanwhile, my children happily sketched and colored some cards for me at the Enfagrow promotion section and my eldest son, being the most "educated" one so far, wrote on the card "Mom, you are the best!" *grins*

At night, it was a simple dinner to celebrate Mother's Day, for both me and my mom and a farewell dinner for the maid. We went to some not-very-femes restaurant and it was fullhouse. Traffic was equally chaotic at that area, and thus, we switched to plan-B, anywhere nearby. My brother-in-law recommended that place, and we just followed, without any objections as it was way past dinner time.

On Sunday, we took the maid to LCCT to send her off, and poor thing, had to be fined RM65 for excess luggage. Sorry, man, I'm not going to pay that for her, we are not any blardy rich employers, wokay?

And that marks the beginning again for "maid-less" days ahead. Apparently, my hubby seems to be the ONLY one who's missing her a lot. Complain when he has to change our little girl to her swimsuit, complain when he doesn't have anyone to cut fruits for him to munch on, and he's only defending for himself saying he feels heartache only seeing us laboring on the household chores. Men!

As for my children, both my mom and I kept reminding them that there isn't any kakak to clear up their mess, to do this and that for them anymore. This little girl pointed to my mom or me saying, "You are kakak la.." Gosh!

That night, I made spaghetti for dinner and took it to the poolside for them to eat while halfway having fun in the pool. It's kinda feel-good, I should be doing that more often. The kids absolutely loved it and I didn't need to clean up so much after the meal.

Well, so far so good, I am not complaining yet. See when my backache returns, I would be venting it out on my hubby and we might just be getting one back again soon.

And as a small gesture of love, we bought our mom a brand new handphone and she was beaming with delight. Happy Mother's Day to all the cool moms out there too!

Mid height crisis

Aiks! Too tall for the kiddie rides, and alas.. too short for the thrill rides.

Poor young man! Have to sulk while the little brother and sister enjoy themselves over and over again. Even complained to me that he was boring and that he do not want to go there anymore. I could see a tears beginning to well up in his eyes already. Yeah, this little man is very easily teary-eyed.
So, what I can do for him is to take him for family rides together and buy a double scoop ice cream for him to indulge in.


Ice cream sure can do the trick most of the time!

To park or not to park? Better not

We went to a theme park on Sun.

My little baby just marginally failed the height level for entitlement to a free entrance pass.

What would you do then? Buy one ticket for her or make a "force entry" to the theme park without a care on that lousy height criteria? If can, please make your say on the polls I created on the sidebar, please? please? please?

For me, I would have relented to these businessmen's money making mechanisms. Just pay for her, accept she's grown up now and not a baby anymore. If not, might as well stay at home or just go to a park to entertain for free.

For my hubby, of course, he has an entirely different thought. He thinks it's a stupid criteria, and furthermore, she's just "marginally" there. So, can make a "force entry", don't even need to bargain. And he just pulled her hand and took her in while I stood there amazed, and quickly followed his footsteps just in case they demand money from me instead.

And that is how eventually, I was landed in a very annoying scene, which I knew it would happen anyway.

She had managed to get in to the different rides, no stopping from the person manning the rides entrances, but when we reached the bumper car section, that's where trouble brews.

I left her with her 2-ko to wait for their turn patiently while I went over to take a seat just nearby. Meanwhile, papa and the eldest son went bumping their cars in the adult section.

As the round came to an end, and the door was opened for new little players, I knew something was amiss when I can't see her going in to the enclosed area. I walked over to the front, and the young stuck up malay girl said she needs the band on her wrist to be allowed to enter.

I saw my little one, so tiny and pathetic, standing at the entrance, like being bullied, like a little puppy, lost and sobbing quietly at the side. Oh, my! How my heart ached that particular moment!

I bargained with the girl, but being the stuck-up girl she is, basking in the glory of it, and holding the key to children's happiness, she seems to be delighted that she has the power not to let her in and not to let her in, she maintained.

I really fumed, and I carried my baby out immediately, where her quiet sobs turned drastically into thunder and I felt so sorry and guilty for her. Went to buy her something on her own selection, and that consoled her for awhile.

But still, that image, that scenario, that disappointed and awfully pathetic look on her face, still haunts me until now.

During the journey home, I talked it over with my hubby. He maintained that everything can be discussed and bargained.

I said, if I would have to make a scene to have my way, then it would have spoilt my day, and that's not what we want in the first place, right? The purpose to go to such place is to have a funfilled family day, the children enjoy themselves, and that in return makes us parents happy.

He said "That's why, it's you who doesn't want to go through this process. It's you who wouldn't want to bargain your way. Everything can be discussed and talked over. Laws are made from people and wouldn't be so rigid".

So, that makes me an even unhappier mom that day. Like it's my fault that my girl was caught in such a scenario and I didn't make it right for her.

Yeah, I hated that stuck up girl manning that section. She could have just closed one eye and let her in, and made everyone happy. I wanted to shout at her "wait till you become a mom!". Then again, she's just doing her duty. That's her job to do. To give in is her pleasure, to be strict is her policy. How to blame her like that?

So, who to blame? Surely the dad, but see see the dad blames me back for being so soft and do not want to "show my thick-skinned ugly face" to the whole wide world to see. I could have done something for my child, and yet I didn't, for the sake of saving my own "face"...

And thus, it's my fault, and I am left to sulk for the rest of my life for it.

Arrggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(aiyah, better stay at home la, why go and torture myself with all these unhappiness?)

A summary of the past one week

Now, what had I been doing? Missed spending time in here, wonder if anyone misses me?

Last Sat, after half a day spent in attending my younger 2's preschool anniversary celebration where presentations by the little ones were held and games were played, followed by a dimsum lunch at TT in city center where RM2.88 per basket ruled, the day was about that and all. Went to night market with papa and the little girl to get some DVDs. Apparently, the authorities seem to be rather hardworking recently and all the stalls displaying the discs were all bared. Just 2 days ago, I was at a stall selecting a few, but before I could pay for it, I heard over the walkie-talkie crying "Mayday! Mayday! Ta-pao! Ta-pao!". Before I knew it, the man and woman across the table grabbed the whole pile of discs lying on a piece of cloth in a second and everything was gone without a trace.

Sunday was one of the best time we had, discovering the wonders of the National Science Center in the Damansara area. It was just unfortunate that I missed the camera again, then again, both papa and I have ideas in mind to return and visit that place again. It's just a great place for the family, only lacking is a place to fill our hungry stomachs. We had not even covered the outdoors where a playground and bird park was calling for us to visit. The children just didn't want to go home.

And it was back to the dreaded working week, only that we had 4 days to kill this week, how nice. One night something happened though.

The little girl, for the first time in her life, saw me crying one night. I wasn't really crying, just pretending to be "seriously crying". She saw my head buried in my pillow at first, and went about to tell her papa who was in the bathroom that I was ignoring her. Papa told her to say sorry to mommy, and she trotted over to my side and say in the nicest sweetest voice "sorry, mommy". Aww... that was really cute, I thought, so I looked up and I wondered what she would do if she saw me crying.

Before, she knew I was only playing with her and the cries weren't real, but this time, she fell for it and she started crying too! Boy! How poorly sad she sounded. I felt the warmth that moment, I could almost feel like whatever pain I could be feeling was halved. I wanted to cherish that moment, as it was without any hideous feelings she had felt so sad seeing me so sad. It was such a nice "motherhood" feeling at that time.

By then, papa had came out from the shower and went to her, trying to soothe her by a hug. She pushed him away, as if he's the one who was guilty of making me sad in the first place.. haha...

That night, she wanted to sleep by my side, in my arms. Ahh..... the simple joy in that. All the sweat and headache during the day just vanished into thin air.

Labor's Day was a good rest day, just simply having a late breakfast together, doing some groceries and marketing, taking a rest at home, chilling out in the warm pool after a hot day and at the end of the day, going to sleep early and catching back on precious lost sleep hours. It was refreshing.

And by today, the weeks' tasks were all done and looking forward to the weekend for the company's team building activity. Will see if there's anything to blog about that.

For now, let's have some ice-cream first.. yummy!