Happy Birthday Pappy!

Born 53 and he is 53 years old today.

Still so young and so cool.


We had dinner in Rakuzen, Hartamas Shopping Centre and the food was really good. I mean really really good. My uncle, his girlfriend and my cousins were there too.

Tomorrow I’m going to get Pappy a gift when he goes out to play tennis. I have had no chance to get something for him since we came back yesterday because I was always by his side. I know it’s a little late but it’s better than not giving him anything because it just feels so weird. I would get him something every year on his big day so I think I must get him something this year even though I think he already has everything. And I honestly don’t know what to buy for him. A card is a must though.

And now that my sister is away. I feel that I must take care of my parents. Especially my mum, she worries practically about everything and now that I will be home alone, she is always asking me if it’s okay.

Really, I’m going to be okay. Yea, I might cry but it’s going to be just for a while when I realise that I’m going to be on my own. Like last night, when I lie down on the bed, the pull-over in Iris’s room where I would sleep when my parents are here, I cried a little because Iris is no longer sleeping on the bed next to me. And I miss her.

Mum came and slept with me when she knew I wasn’t sleeping on Iris’s bed. And My God, she snored so loud. I’ve never heard her snoring that loud before but I smiled when she snored even though it woke me up at 1 am that is because I know she’s sleeping really soundly. Mum sometimes do not sleep well and has trouble sleeping.

I woke up to join Pappy who could not fall asleep too. We were watching football, I wasn’t really watching. Just reading some mails sent to us when we were away for 2 weeks while hugging Pappy on the sofa like how we would hug when I was little.

Iris has been sending me SMSes to ask me to her this and that and so it’s going to be another parcel sent to her. She also warned me to warn the others not to open the right drawer of her wardrobe because that’s where her secret lies. So, no matter how tempting it is, I have warned Mum not to open it and have also put up a notice on the drawer which reads, “IRIS SAYS DO NOT OPEN THIS DRAWER OR YOU’LL SUFFER THE FIST OF FURY”. (I think I’ve watched the Nokia advertisement in the cinema for too many times.)

When you love someone so much, doing things for them is not a chore but it’s happiness.

I don’t know lah. A day after I left Cardiff, where Iris is studying, I saw a bookmark with a mouse on it and I wanted so much to buy it for her which I did. And so, I didn’t really buy anything for myself during the trip. It’s for friends and some kind soul out there.

You have a good Sunday. I’m back to editing pictures.


I’m Back!

Updates later. I need to catch up on some sleep. Have been staying awake after the long 14 hour flight so that I could sleep tonight.

Till then, be good!



Be Good

Writer will be away for two weeks. She’s flying to UK tomorrow morning.

Thank you everyone for your prayers. Iris finally got her visa today. Had a job interview and it went quite well.

It has indeed been a tiring week and I have not been able to tell you stories. I have a lot of juicy stories today but since I’ve been driving since early this morning, covering Cyberjaya and KL City, waiting at the visa application centre and after packing my stuff, I feel so sleepy now.

Take care.



Very busy.

No time to write. But because I cannot sit still and heart is not beating normally, writing here helps a little even though I may not be able to come up with some nice stories right now.

I’ve got an interview tomorrow and tonight I must sleep.

Tomorrow is also a make or break day because it’s the last day my sister has got to have her visa. So, even if I don’t get the job, it’s okay. I will trade it with my sister’s visa. But if can, I would like to have both.

Went to the dentist today. I didn’t get to visit my preferred dentist because he is overbooked. So, I tried another one nearby. I didn’t like that dentist because he never show me a mirror before he does anything to my teeth. Expects me to know my teeth well and to tell him what I want to do with my teeth, instead of him checking my teeth and tells me if I need to do what I want to do with my teeth. He let me bleed. After doing what he did, he didn’t show me a mirror to let me see if I’m satisfied. And it’s more expensive than my preferred dentist.

Maybe there’s one nice thing about him. He told me that it was a wrong move to have removed my molar. Two teeth that is. He’s not the first dentist to tell me that so when I heard it again from him today, I was sad. Reason why I allowed another dentist to removed them years ago was because he said my tooth was not growing properly, growing horizontally and will cause pain and problems if not dealt then. He scared me with if I don’t do it then, and when I get pregnant and if it pains me, it will be more painful and stuff like that.

And so, he removed it and because he couldn’t remove the intended tooth, he extracted the tooth before it so that it gives him more space to extract the one behind. In a way, it’s like I have to lose one tooth to another. Doesn’t sound logic and right kan?

And because of that, now I’ve got more things to do with my teeth which I’ve been trying to ignore for as long as I can until I feel pain again. I have been advised to do braces but it would mean more tooth extracting. I have already lost 2 healthy teeth so I don’t really want to lose anymore tooth.

I don’t remember where I read it but I remember that your teeth says very much about your life. Let’s say if you’ve got a set of properly-aligned tooth, life is a little more smooth-sailing for you. If you look at my teeth, it’s going north, south, east and west. Betul!

So maybe I should embrace braces.

I will never go back to that dentist I visited today. I will stick to my handsome dentist. He’s like the kindest dentist I’ve ever seen. Going to his clinic is like going to wonderland.

K lar. Sleep.


Cobra Rugby


Sudden death is a new term I learned today. Was at Stadium Petaling Jaya, Kelana Jaya to watch HSBC-COBRA International 10s. Rugby! One of the teams that represented Malaysia was Sandakan Eagles, which played against Mendoza of Argentina when I was there in the morning.


I have never really watched rugby matches for real or on TV because I just don’t know how to watch it. So, it was quite fun seeing men climbing over one another, pulling shirts and legs and hugging the rugby ball to victory!


There was a march past too.