Pray that Kak Hawa will be fine....

Dear Diary,

You aren't my diary but I just love saying that, because I love writing diaries, but all my diaries are not within my reach now. I won't say why, but they are safe... so no worries.

We just got back from the hospital. Dear's relative is very sick. In fact, she's very close to going to Heaven. She is currently in coma, ... and her daughters are looking very strong. She has another two sons, and they also really look strong. They do not seem very distraught, which I really salute - because if I were to be in their shoes, I would have been really sad and down, and I would be crying every now and then.

I had to go to the office earlier on, so dear and I went to the hospital after 4. We reached there and went inside to the ICU as per advised by my sister in law. We took off our shoes and then wore the slippers provided by the ICU unit  ...

When I walked into the place... I saw people talking to their unconscious loved ones on the bed...whispering things into their ears... and some others had no visitors. We looked for Bed No.5 and then saw Kak Hawa. She was lying there unconscious...and dear was just quiet. It really broke my heart seeing her like that, just because I knew how she was when she was still well. I am not that close to her - but I let out a tear or two, because I couldn't help feeling sorry for her and her family. It must have been really indescribably painful for her husband and her children.

I just hope a miracle will happen - something great will happen because she is way  too young to go, and she is just way too nice.

My bestfriend the SUPERMUM!

Emily Tan. A common name yet a special one to me. I remember back in Secondary 1, when I was 13 years old, I had mistaken her for another schoolmate who was my mother's old friend's daughter. I remember wondering why this girl was so stuck up because I was introduced to her and she was to me, by our mums. Little did I know that I got the different schoolmate!

We became good friends back in Secondary 3, together with another two bestfriends of mine, Julie and Krystle. 

When my father died in 2001, Emily was the only one who hung out with me during every recess time, and we would walk around the school and talked about almost everything. I will be forever treasure this friendship!

Creativity is what she is.

Well, she just did something amazing for her boy, Jasper. He just turned 5... and she organized a birthday party for him just the way he asked for.

I really would turn to her when it comes to raising a child. In my point of view, she does it the right way. I have met Jasper in total of only twice - once during his full moon, or not (Arghh, bad memory!) and once last year. The communication between Emily and her son was what I never thought of. Unlike most parents that I know of - no offense to anyone in whatever way - Emily treated him like an adult. She apologized when she felt that she had offended her son. "Did mummy hurt you? I'm sorry,boy." And he could talk like an adult! Only 4 then, but no baby talk. And it seemed to me Jasper and his mum were really a team! I'm not sure if I have the permission to list this down, but they have car rules. Hahaha! It really did cheer me up despite the worn out feeling I had, while I was back in hometown. 

This was a picture Emily had obtained from the internet. This pinata was what she aimed to do... 

Pinata in the process... Hehehehe...

Look! It looks the same !!!! 

This is the birthday boy - Jasper Tan. This picture is pretty funny.

Standing proudly in front of his RM300 cake, a gift from his aunt, Evelyn Tan - Emily's younger sister.

The setting is just.... wonderful. 

So colorful and perfect! 

Who wouldn't get excited?

Guess where she got the Tutus from? Surprise, surprise - she made them! I am amazed beyond words. The lady in the pink tutu is Evelyn.

This is the complete family. The forever young looking parents and handsome Jasper. 

Rumor has it that... they are a couple! Hot news! Hot Gossip!!! 

May Allah bless my friend Emily and her family. Bless her little son and I pray that he grows up to be one handsome, successful man. 

Our Life

I don't quite know where to begin, but I know for sure that I am thankful for my husband's presence in my life. We quarrel, we talk about nothing, we laugh non-stop, he makes me cry, and I physically abuse him. He slaps my heart, I slap his stomach. Sometimes we don't sleep at night, sometimes we get more than 12 hours of sleep. We talk to each other like politicians sometimes and we argue like enemies at times. We say things and not do them, like him saying  he will wash the plates, and never does, and I do it in the end. I say I will vacuum the room, but only do it two weeks later. We make plans for movies but end up buying take-outs and enjoy watching Sheldon. I know the title of the sitcom is The Big Bang Theory, but that's just how we address the movie name. 

I randomly hug his arm and kiss it while I am done with my phone or whenever I am bored, while he is still on his tab. He tickles me and I would melatah. (Found this on wisegeek.com :

Latah is a medical condition in which sufferers have an unusual response when their startle reflex is triggered.) Nothing serious, he just enjoys it and laughs whenever it happens to me.

Whenever I am angry about someone, he stands by me and then becomes my partner in crime, even though the mature me wishes that he stops me and calms me down. Then again, this is what your other half is for, if not for standing by you? (winkasa!)


Sometimes I tell him my problems and he ignores me. Sometimes he tells me about bikes, road systems, processes, cars, with all the jargons and I daydream away.


He brings me to work and sends me home whenever he can. We eat like princesses sometimes but another 80% of the time we eat like tigers. He makes fun of all my love movies, and my quotes about love, and I don't stop annoying him about romance and all the words related to love.


We believe in our future together, and we believe that we are going to own a sanctuary in Africa once we are retired. Or, we may be on-road world travellers: with our backpacks, our worn out shoes, and wrinkled skin.

I wish...

Last night, to get that feeling I got when I first watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, I suggested to my other half that he watch the movie with me. I watched it the first time with my friends - which I could not stop wishing to have my husband with me during the movie because of the magnificent roads in Iceland. He would very much love the roads... I think every biker would. So, we did. We watched the movie and the song Space Oddity got stuck in my head. I remembered having the song few years back - at that time I wanted to listen to something different - something that had nothing to do with love, so I downloaded that grand piece by David Bowie. Honestly I had forgotten the song, until I searched for the song again upon hearing it in the movie. 

I never really liked Ben Stiller when he acted in The Night at the Museum, Meet the Parents, Meet the Folks and all those other previous movies he acted in. I only started liking him when I watched the movie which was directed by himself. I saw him in a different light somehow. He really did very good there. Very, very good. 

I have realized some deterioration in myself. I have often thought that I am better; getting better in terms of the values which I have consciously put on top on the list - Patience, Love,... but recently I have been more skeptical about things than ever. 

I bought some food for our dinner on Thursday night, and I did not even turn back to give some of the food to the poor who was sitting on the floor. He looked at me and my plastic and I walked past him. What was wrong with me? I did not think much about what I was supposed to do. I know I was deep in my own thoughts - I always am, but upon realizing the fact that some hungry man out there who could not even afford buying the most basic food, and yet I walked away without giving him a penny, I was one heartless person. 

Why is there such thing as using another person to get whatever that you want? Why do people forget the good things that had been given to them.. good deeds showered upon them?

First post of Year 2014

Today is 3rd January 2014. Who can believe it's already 2014?? 2013, a year seemed so new, still so new, still fresh - is gone! It's over. Know what that represents? It represents ...discontentment.

In another 15 days, Dear and I are going to be married for a year. Alhamdullillah.

What have I learnt in 2013...? Some lessons were repeated. Some lessons were just... new and yet felt so old. Some felt so new, even though they occurred at some point in my life before. 

Well, in year 2013, I had come to learn that, there are some people out there who are somehow just successful, even though so much shit come their way. 

I had also learnt that I appreciate a few values. Honesty. Sincerity. These two were closely related - or rather totally in my 2013. 

They say a year older, a year wiser. Yes, but I wouldn't say a year. I would say an event older, an event wiser. Well, some happenings in the newly previous year had taught me that good times don't last, and bad times don't too.

Let me just sum up the whole year's highlighted event in my 2013. 

January : Marriage 

February : Dear got into an accident on the way to work, English Classes for AEON staff

March : 

April : GEMS & NGND English Classes

May : 

June : TME Sales English Classes

July : 

August : Johor for Raya with in laws, Sungai Besar for Raya with in laws. 

September : Went back hometown - met Emily !!!! and her son Jasper!!! 

October : 

November : Accident at Cameron Highland

December : Went to Penang, Perlis, Pahang, Terengganu...Went back to hometown, my grandma's sister in law got admitted to hospital.

I want to remember only the good things. I of course, cannot help remembering the bad ones, but I think it's important to not damage my happy cells inside my brain.