Last weekend my hubby n i went to D'cengkih accompanied with our "lovey dovey" lovely couple Bidi n Izza all d way from Bukit Antarabangsa.

D'Chengkih is a Malay restaurant in Taman Tun Dr Ismail. This is the place famous for its Johorean food. What most, we just love the live music sessions go on within the narrow confines of the restaurant. The restaurant setting is worth mentioning. Sephia-toned pictures depicting days of yore and long-gone people adorned the walls. A touch of classic and pinch of nostalgia there – and more so while your'e on your breakfast or lunch and munch amidst soothing with the sound of the live music!

Not forgetting this place is always packed with people especially on weekends... They must be here for the spread (all laid out at the back for you to pick and choose) and surely they're here for the live music too!!!!!...

Hubby n i had nasi dagang with two different plates of course...on the table we do not share plates, fork or spoon...hahaha ...Nasi dagang that looked foreign here since this restaurant claimed to be specialising in southern food versus the east coast fare....the kelantanese cuisine . This speckled rice was perfectly cooked, with separate grains glistening with coconut milk. It was served with the requisite ikan tongkol (tuna) curry, with pickled pineapple, cucumber, onion, tomato and green pepper. The rice was surrounded by tuna curry (ikan tongkol) which was so delicious to eat. One taste and BINGO! We confirmed that we were in the presence of greatness - amazingly good and authentic nasi dagang. This was heavenly stuff that we could eat all day....sampai pengsan ... !!!

Bidi ordered for the ultimate Johor Laksa . Since Izzah herself hailed from JB, anak jati johorean la katakan and having been spoilt by the best Johor Laksa at the her hometown, she found the one here a little sweet. The curry for the laksa was thick with fish, it had the right spice mix in it, but why the sweetness? The Mee Rebus we ordered next was again high up on the sugar-meter. (The price of sugar has gone up, but obviously Malay cooks are still oblivious to this, and not just at this restaurant).

Conclusion of the day: HAPPY SEH......:)

betrayal

There is 'no worst kind of betrayal'. Betrayal is betrayal. Betrayal which ever way one looks at it, is no fun and recovering from it is no picnic. I would hazard a guess and say that most of us, if not all, have experienced betrayal in some form or other during our life time.

No matter how one experiences betrayal, it will change your view of and feelings for, the betrayer. It doesn't matter whether it's husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend or friend, that's the reality. Relationships with spouses, lovers and friends are based on trust and the breaking of trust can have devastating effects. Betrayal affects the mind, heart and spirit.

Betrayal involves a sense of loss and so it follows, there will be pain, anger and grief. That's the bad news. The good news is that we can survive betrayal. It's not totally impossible for a relationship after betrayal to be healed even though the violation of trust is so painful mentally and in most cases, physically too. Some relationships survive the betrayal, others no matter how hard the parties involved try, do not.

I have (had) a friend, a very good friend...we knew since we were back then in BBGS. We had been through a great deal together. She is not everyone's cup of tea and I was warned by numerous people that if ever anything went wrong, she'd eat me alive. I chose to ignore all those warnings. I knew how she could be and yes, she was a little rough around the edges but my reasoning was that I saw a different side of her - the gentler side, the caring side - or so I thought. I'm normally a good judge of character and rightly or wrongly, have always tended to make a decision about someone the first time I meet them. But we can all become distracted or sucked in and decide that we were wrong about that person - especially in the event that he/she seems to be much nicer than you originally thought. Well the burning news is that the first decision you make (in my case anyway) always turns out to be the right one and if in the meantime, you did allow that person into your life, the results after a run in can be devastating.

Around somewhere this year something happened involving a close member of our friend. Because of its serious nature and the people involved, it inevitably blew up into a just a small scandal....not the intimate scandal...girls only. Because I have legitimate access to certain information I knew about it before it hit the ground. I did not discuss it with anyone. My friend was not aware of anything until the news broke.... I bet someone out there would have agreed with me that i really am a secret keeper....not the keypochi one...Bloody hell u friend...She then became furious with me because she knew that I would have known of the situation and her thinking was that as we were friends, I should have given her the heads up. She was not interested in my reasoning that what came to me was confidential and even as a friend, I would not disclose what I knew....i am an aquarian ...i keep other peoples secret as it is...

It did not stop there. As a result of her anger with me and in a bid to cover her own involvement in her own scandal, dah lah her own scandal...over la betina ni... she proceeded to spread lies about me, to assassinate my character and worst of all spread the rumour amongst my BBGSian friends and FB friends that I was the one who ensured that the news broke. Nothing could have been further from the truth. People who have known me for years began nothing to believe her ... Whilst keeping a brave face throughout the weeks that followed I was very angry, hurt and the toll was illness. I had been betrayed. Not betrayed in the sense that she had divulged some great secret I had shared but betrayed in the sense that she had stabbed me in the back. A normal reaction to betrayal is to want to retaliate. That doesn't solve anything. It only lengthens the time it takes to heal. 'An eye for an eye........' is definitely a bad idea!

It has taken me most of the month to come to terms with what happened. At the beginning I was very angry with myself that I went against my better judgement and first instinct which was not to allow her into my life. Oh I really beat myself up over that one and became very tired of the 'I told you so'. I hurt, but i never cry larrr...sound stupid kan but I grieved.. Then one morning I woke up and told myself that I was using up energy on something that I could not do anything about. So in my mind, I forgave her. I prayed for her and I forgave her. I forgave the lies and the betrayal of the friendship. That does not mean that I will ever interact with her again. I won't. But that's my decision and the path I choose to take. That path is not for everyone.

When we are grieving we become distracted. We may not look after ourselves properly. We can become so tired that we don't even know what day it is. It can seem that we are on auto pilot. We get through each day because we have to, trying to ignore the empty hole in the pit of our stomach and the nausea that can come with the emptiness. Emotional tiredness is the worst kind of tiredness - no one other than yourself suffers.

After a betrayal one has to decide whether or not it is possible to salvage the relationship. All parties have to know up front that the likelihood of the relationship ever being the same as before, is highly improbable but that doesn't mean it can't be worked through. For a start, the betrayed may find it hard to feel safe again, to trust again and even show love again and it is then up to the betrayer to put their best foot forward and do all in their power to make the other party feel comfortable once again. HEALING takes time, working through broken relationships takes time. Counselling may be of help to those who wish to forgive and move on but have come up against a stumbling block. (i am not gonna waste money on shrink bill of course!!! might as well i just let it go and do a one or two hour call to my best buddy Rozy...as usual)

Whether we stay together or part the most important thing in the healing process is the ability to forgive. Never easy but an essential ingredient if we are to live the rest of out lives without bitterness.

Rain and strong winds october 2012

Last night rain continuing to push lightly even though mainly cloudy....gelap sikit. But it was a strong winds across the area,,,,

I ended up in sleeping possibly out of concern that the (single-wind) windows might blow in. At time i was woken up by the howling wind in the middle of the night. I slept through the bloody thing.

Woke up the next morning, opened the curtains and saw the broken branches up and down the road. I was not amused. I can also remember a deep sense of disorientation and dislocation and feeling sad about the trees and definately my one and only waja. I moved my car to avoid it getting damaged. slightly dent... Thankfully miraculously the car wasn't that major damaged.

Love Affair 1994

Anyone falling in love with LOVE AFFAIR by Wearren Beatty n Annette Benning? yes ...me of course...

I have watched this movie numerous times, and every time it touches my heart. This is my favorite movie of all time! outstanding remarks from me. It is just a delightful movie and warms my heart. I always wonder if this movie was made during the beginning of their (Annette and Warren's)love story???

The story revolves around two people (Warren and Annette) who crossed their paths while on a flight, they had emergency landing on an island where she meets his aunt (Katharine Hepburn). Both are engaged to others but they fall in love each other......on a flight back, they promise that they will meet up again in New York few months later and if they still love each other. I don't want to spoil this movie, so you should watch this if you want to know the ending....so come on..tengok lah sampai abis....

The setting is very beautiful and refined. Even though it's just picture, I could feel that I am there. Oh silly me...I can feel the wind and heavy rain in this movie. I can see the film director's effort to take a photograph of the beauty of the nature.

Again let me repeat it for hundred times, I have watched it over and over and every single time I feel the same emotions.

SDAR 10

I'm a rugby mum through out and through in. After few months on the sidelines cheering my Aqil , I beginning to know a very little about the rugby rules. currently, I'm comfortable that what I am calling out to my son on the field is relevant to the game and I have a voice and more to the point, I'm not afraid to use it....

This year however, Aqil decide of being totally dedicated to his dream of playing for MCKK Rugby U13.

First of all,I know nothing or somehow ZERO about rugby and it seems that no matter how many amount of explaining from my hubby seems to make any difference at all. It goes in one ear and out the other and I'm hands up admitting defeat on the subject. I figure I'll just cheer when all the other parents on our team are cheering or when my Aqil has the ball in his hands or brings down another kiddo on the opposite team who has the ball in his hands.

Today was quite special. Yes today is the day i sees mothers, fathers, siblings, friends especially from our own MCKK tent screamed like a banshee as their sons dodged, trampled and barged and galloped the length of the field before performing a totally unnecessary but super impressive all super styles diving over the try line. even tak sampai pun....They were punching the air, jumping up and down and hugging anyone in grabbing distance. They even look desperately wanted to run out onto the field either to kill the referee or smother their boys in kisses when the game is over...
Well, i wanted to do the same but a little voice inside my head called a conscience insisted that it would just be too cruel to embarassed my Aqil. Instead I waited until after the game and then I went into full gush mode.

In my case however it seems that ignorance equals silence and my son has been very grateful that my days of screaming out from the sidelines are actually us.... until today.I may not the silent spectator role and let the world know (or at least everyone at this particular field) that I'm not really the shy reserved and quiet new rugby mum after all.

Luckily i am good in snapping away with the camera and managed to capture every one on the MCKK team try in all it's glory.

I still know nothing about how the game is played and I am sure I will still stress about every little thump or tackle I witness, but by hell I found my voice and my enthusiasm for this game today and I am proud to say that I am now a rugby mum to boot!

MRSM Baling trip

Heading out on a long journey and arrived in Baling at about 4pm on friday October 5th 2012. We are here in MRSM Baling for the "sembahyang hajat PMR". After a long drive 6 n half hours (drive-stop-nasi lemak-coffee-drive-kuala kangsar- stop-lunch-drive-titbits-drive) hahaha we safely arrived. ...
In between, we define a mission of finding time to give the MCKK form 1 team a moral support ahead of their rugby match in SDAR 10...so apalagi, we stopped by at MCKK ....mmmmmmmmm...

Back to our actual heading...we checked in to Baling Inn (some sort of motel) with En Ismail help....thank u En Ismail. by the way En Ismail is one of the student dads running their childrens MRSM Baling PIBG ( badan muafakat) . I’m pleased to see this happening. I wish more dads would take on what can definitely be considered “non-traditional” volunteer roles at their childrens schools. Bravo En Ismail

We need more dads to run school organizations like Badan muafakat (PIBG) and sort of activities like him. Schools need dads to take on the roles typically seen as “mom” jobs. That would open up more of the male-dominated volunteer roles for moms. Beyond fairness in the assignment of volunteer jobs, balance is key in terms of gender, personalities and professional skills for school volunteering where the term "Badan Muafakat AKA PIBG" is synonymous for backbiting, nasty politics and “mama drama.”..

Of course la, it all depends on the particular dad who chooses to volunteer to run the Badan Muafakat AKA PIBG or other major school event. He must be confident, self-assured and friendly. He’s got to possess leadership qualities that bring various factions together and move the work agenda forward. That’s exactly what En Ismail did. He made his volunteer job a lot easier this three particular year i suppose...hehehe..anyway hats off for En Ismail again yeah..

P/S-Almaklumlah mostly have the thoughts of mommy, mamma, ibu, ummi pi PIBG nak bergossip jer tak pun tarik tarik rambut.......HAHAHAHAHAHA HALLLOOOOO...

This is my hubby loves our "little" girl more than me.....bluek

Pekan Baling........

Well, the next morning, we enjoyed our breakfast here after the long hours drving from KL....

Later, we are about to fetch hannahs buddy buddy Tasneem for lunch and strolling around Penang. But then by that time it was already quite late and we had to rush back to Kuala Lumpur so we said to Hannah that we'd try again next time....

By not wanting to disappoint our one and only baby Hannah, we detoured a bit.. A bit about 35 km away from Baling..and off to Sungai Petani. We took Hannah and Tasneem out for lunch at the pizza place somewhere at The Village Mall. Later they came back a short while later with grins on their faces!...mmmm...the short stopover was worth it...:-)

We spent 30 minutes to walk around at this shopping mall and decided to hopped to another latest mall. At our surprise there was another shopping center… that are much bigger.

Love this mall! Has everything you need from high end to low end quality merchandise. It big enough to be entertaining, and yet small enough to be crowded and a touch overwhelming. Apart that this mall has a great cooling airconditioned, there are a lot of cool stores to look at. Apparently there are lots of good food places to go to though ....

Sent them back to the hostel by 3.30pm...

and half an hour later, we made our move back to KL..but still detour to Kuala Kangsar..for a quick makan makan at Pakcik Kualers villa....Alhamdulillah reached home safely by 11pm. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

first hiccup

I'm not in the mood for blogging
I may be taking a few days away from the blog. Usually once I make this announcement, I suddenly get lots of stuff to tell about, so don't count on my disappearing.
I had planned on blogging every day of my daily activities and I have hardly put up anything.
I should have said I was taking a break. Then I would have plenty to say.
So this is me....

As i watch u grow

my dearest Hannah

Do you know how much you mean to me?
As you grow into what you will be.
You came from within, from just beneath my heart
it's there you'll always be though your own life will now start.
You're growing so fast it sends me awhirl,
With misty eyes I ask, Where's my little girl?
I know sometimes to you I seem harsh and so unfair,
But one day you will see, I taught you well because I care.
The next few years will so quickly fly,
With laughter and joy, mixed with a few tears to cry.
As you begin your growth to womanhood, this fact you must know,
You'll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go.
You must stand up tall and proud, within you feel no fear,
For all you dreams and goals, sit before you very near.
With god's love in your heart and the world by its tail,
You'll always be my winner, and victory will prevail.
For you this poem was written, with help from above,
To tell you in a rhythm of your Mother's heartfelt Love!

Setarbak at setapak

Just sharing about setarbak at setapak.

That doesn't mean I don't go there. I may be willing to pay their exorbitant prices for a cup of coffee, but I refuse to play their little Starbucks games. It's my right as a human being......huhuhuhu

You too, have these rights when entering a Starbucks:

1. You have the right to order in plain English a SMALL, MEDIUM or LARGE.

2. You have the right to take your time and not feel rushed while making your order, even though the cashier is rolling his eyes and tapping his kilometrico pen on the counter.

3. You have the right to give them a fake name to write on your cup.

4. You have the right to get whipped cream on your nonfat drink without every Starbuck's employee asking, "No whip, right?"

5. You have the right to act like your mother in response to the total price of your drink, ie. dig in your purse for exact change and make comments under your breath such as, "What a racket," and "This is highway robbery."

6. You have the right NOT to tip. Their job is to make coffee and serve it. What EXTRA service deserves a tip? They don't even deliver it...even the counter is higher than me....pendek lah ...Give me a freaking break. They should be tipping ME for having to listen to their shitty coffee house music.

7. You have the right to force your way up to the front and watch them make your coffee, and bring it to their attention if they "accidentally" use whole milk instead of the nonfat you ordered.

8. You have the right to order a free cup of water. The barista will act like you are asking him to shave off his goatee, and he will do it, reluctantly, after he has finished all 27 orders before you. Still, it's your right and he HAS to do it.

9. You have the right to sit down and drink your coffee there, although I don't know why anyone would want to sit in an uncomfortable chair at a wobbly table listening to shitty music (see right #6). Yes, there is a couch, but you would have to share it with the fat guy on his laptop writing his "novel"....and cute young girls acting as if bapak punya cafe.... Go for it. It's your right.

10. You have the right to stand in line listening to shitty music, realize you don't want to pay rm10 for a cup of coffee, and leave. Just because you walk into a Starbucks doesn't mean you have to buy something....right......

Get over it babeh

Oklah today's blogging end up super right thing n salute to Christina...i just LOVE her statement.....!!!

Christina Aguilera’s weight has been put under the microscope for the last few years, ever since she donned the chaps for her ‘Dirrrty’ single, but now she’s allegedly admitted that she “got tired of being a skinny, white girl”, and calls herself “fat”.

The 31-year-old mother-of-one is proud of her Latin curves, and has reportedly said that she will not to succumb to pressures from the music industry to lose weight to sell her records, as she once did.

According to reports, Christina said in an interview with Billboard magazine: “During the promotion of Stripped in 2002 I got tired of being a skinny, white girl.

She is also reportedly to have continued: “I am Ecuadorian but people felt so safe passing me off as a skinny, blue-eyed white girl.

“The next time my label saw me, I was heavier, darker and full of piercings! Let me tell you, that wasn't an easy pill for them to swallow. I had gained about 15 pounds during promotion and during my Stripped tour.”

According to reports, Christina also talked about the pressure she felt, explaining: “They called this serious emergency meeting about how there was a lot of backlash about my weight. Basically, they told me I would effect a lot of people if I gained weight - the production, musical directors.

“[They claimed] people I toured with would also miss out if I gained weight because I would sell no records or tickets for my shows."

“I was young, so I lost the weight quickly and was toothpick thin during Back to Basics promos and touring," she said.

Now the ‘Fighter’ singer is readying her new record ‘Lotus’ for release. Following the 2010 flop of Bionic, she approached her label and allegedly said: “You are working with a fat girl. Know it now and get over it.

"They need a reminder sometimes that I don't belong to them. It's my body. My body can't put anyone in jeopardy of not making money anymore. My body is just not on the table that way anymore.”

surprise birthday

I love planning surprise parties! The only hard part is keeping them a secret! The closer you are to the person you are planning it for the harder it is to keep the secret!

I personally don't enjoy surprise parties (I am a snoop and I always find out the details ahead of time) but we threw a wonderful one for my hubby. I was so good at covering my tracks he never saw it coming!


I threw a mini surprise party for my hubby's 42nd birthday this year. I say "mini" because it was literally my self, our best friend Paul and Winnie with their kiddo Samantha, Danielle and Nat. We all live in the same area somewhere in PJ and we all came together at this simple steamboat restaurant in Ikano - and surprised my hubby for dinner. He was floored, but also super elated and pleased. Knowing his personality, I think he would have been embarrassed if it had been a larger group of people...Somehow i preferred this mini party a private party ! But with just our close friends there,he was a very happy birthday boy...Happy Birthday my Love.... love u so much ....muahhhhhhhhh

However thank God, all was well and a bursting of love were evident! I agree that half the fun is the excitement beforehand but surprises can make such a memory!

jokes jadah

“A Hospital is no place to be sick.”

“If you work in a hospital, you can’t easily fake call in sick to work. Oh, you’re sick? Well why don’t you come in to work and we’ll have a look at it.”

“One of the most difficult things to contend with in a hospital is the assumption on the part of the staff that because you have lost your gall bladder you have also lost your mind”

Hari Raya part 2

As far as I could remember,Every year eversince i got married we must be heading toward the south Masjid Tanah for the Hari Raya or 'Aidulfitri celebration. It is like some kind of a must or a tradition...malas nak gaduh anyway

We brought our kids to visit their grandpas' resting place . Al-fatihah to Arwah Haji Khalip.



That evening, we went over hubby parents house and it was havoc.
The sparklers were out and the boys with their cousins were really having a ball.
Even not helping out clearing the mess they created after playing with the fireworks.



my niece fariza n my son aqil

2012 Hari Raya part 1

My super long long post on hari raya is now updating.

Ever since arwah my mom passed away on year 2010, every year during Aidilfitri, usually on the first day of hari raya, my family includes my abah would gather at her pusara to recite the surah Yaasin and pray to the Almighty to pardon her sins. Actually, this practice of gathering at the cemetery at Aidilfitri is not a religious command but rather a cultural one.

On normal occasion we would visit the pusara on the Hari Raya day itself. This year we planned to do it the day before - cleaning up, read the quranic verses and perhaps just chatting with the departed one. I thought by doing it the day before, I would have more time to be there without worrying if anyone is one the way to visit arwah's pusara.

My beautiful Hannah helping me with the cookies by putting in in the jar . Well...food used to have a huge integral part of Hari Raya celebration to us during arwah my mom is around. Likewise, we used having a lavish spread of food on our dining tables during Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Specialties include beef rendang, ketupat and nasi impit would be complemented by snacks like cookies, cakes and pineapple tarts...but then after she passed on the dishes became more simpler and faster ...yeah I bought the lemangs, the ketupats, the kuah kacang which was freshly cooked at lemang Bunda somewhere around Kampung Melayu Subang . Trust me the dishes turned out good, although I'd wish for the beef rendang to be more spicy....anyway its worth being there at a very early hours,hehehe ...Maybe Insyaallah,I will try to make rendang in the future. Who knows its gonna be a hot favourite...

That morning starts with the prayers at the mosque as my hubby, Aqil and abah went for solat aidilfitri in Taman Tun Dr Ismail together to bid farewell to Ramadan and welcome Syawal, the month of celebration. After all the men came back from Solat Aidilfitri at the mosque, we took a few family photos we will gather to ask forgiveness, from the youngest (Aqil) to the eldest in the family (Atok) of course.

asthma attack

Asthma attacks are frightening experiences. They happen when your symptoms such as feeling breathless, wheezing, tightness in the chest and coughing get worse or when you are too breathless to speak, eat or sleep.

My worst asthma attack would have been quite recently. Sometimes sitting on the couch, just watching tv or hooking to computer even if i am having shower and I started to cough, and just couldn't stop. This went on for about two or three minutes maybe.. I couldn't breathe for a few minutes,I felt on my knees grabbing my throat; I swear someone had a rope around my neck. I couldn't breathe at all. I swear those were my last moments....( but i still wants to see hannah n aqil graduation u see), to think of that,I normally quickly got up and ran towards to my handbag and got my inhaler. I now carry it around the majority of the time, just in case. I'm glad I was at home when it happened though.

I had my asthma just a couple of years back around maybe 2009 or 2010...it started gradually .. i got a lot of long episodes of coughing, shortness of breathe, and figured it was a respiratory virus. Mostly when i had a chronic cough, worse at night, triggered by cold. Cold weather is a definite trigger. Coughing sometimes got so bad it led to chest pain and wheezing. And maybe couple times in the past few years too i had episodes of emotional stress...that was the time arwah my mom health was deteriorating, mostly a year in a row she spent most of her time in the hospital. I am so lucky having my abah still in good health and shape and taking a good care of arwah though.. So, I thought that those were panic attacks that contributes the intense and constant coughing....Even going out for an afternoon of errands led to a couple days of light fever, and a lot of interference with daily activities. I did think about going to a doctor, but didn't. It got bad so gradually too.

I always had good days back there then even i have to rush juggling my time with arwah mom and my kids study time table, and somehow it was easy to convince myself I was fine, and just imagining things. When it got a lot better after that, I just forgot about it. Still had minor coughing, especially at night, but when the pain and and wheezing went away, and I figured it was some kind of a normal cough. I guess I forgot how bad it was in the cold time especially on rainy days, and I was embarrassed to be coughing all the time.... :(

Then one day, everything went wrong. The weather was terrible. Extreme shortness of breathe. Tight chest. Huge amounts of mucous choking me. Wheezing and coughing. Normally when I had an attacks like that, that would always get better, but never quite went away this time around. By the time I got to a doctor I could barely walk. I couldn't say more than two or three words together without coughing or gasping. ..i went to see my so call family doctor (Dr Rozimah) and she diagnosed me asthma... i was quite shocked a bit but i am strong enough to accept the fact that i am an ashmatic patient. She prescribed ventolin inhaler to me during my breathing difficulties to assist the airway flows. Now i am depending on very much to this ventolin inhaler.

Nowadays, I used my asthma as a crutch for many years, saying, "I can't run, I have asthma." Or, "I can't stay on in a very cold room temperature, I have asthma." " i can't lift up heavy bags or thing, i have asthma ." And while to a certain extent i think i am handicapped...hahaha

Go ahead and dream on !!!

I have always had this perfect image of how life should be.....have the perfect home (yup not bad), perfect children (yes 2 brilliant children of my own), perfect husband (okay lar), perfect job (housewife consider a job too okay). everything perfect...only in my head.


Wake up on a beautiful cold Sunday morning, children laughing and giggling and trying to make breakfast for mom and dad. Getting up and helping the kids clean-up. sitting at the table with the husband, drinking coffee and reading the paper or talking about what simple plans will be had for the day. Having the skills of making the best nasi lemak in town just like arwah my mom (Alfatihah to my mom) with all the right ingredients. The sun shining in and making the house as warm as your heart is. the children in perfect outfits and waiting for the day to start. The husband wanting to please you in every way. perfection....only in your silly head....statement tak boleh blah (nowadays kiddos love to say that)


Life doesn't turnout that perfect. life has a way of kicking you in the ass, and telling you to stop daydreaming. telling you to come out of the clouds, and back to reality, back to the bills, the small inadequate house, the messy kitchen. the arguing kids. The piles of laundry, the crappy days, The bossy husband wanting to please you in every way....for a purpose instead


I guess life will be as perfect as you let it. although it can feel like the worst thing possible, the silver lining will always be there. You just have to look for it, even on your worst days, its there.