Sugar .. Aww Honey Honey !!!

Yup, as the song goes, you're my candy girl!! Well, not so candy now are we!! 


It all started on a cheerful Saturday morning. Out of the blue, my mum wanted to go for her regular pressure check up.So we took her . Mind you for the past few months, my mum was telling us how much she would sweat when she mops the floor.


Dad and I, yeah, we heard her more like a gazillion times over and over and we were thinking , okay, if she says that she sweats then all good . I would think of it as a good workout for her.


Went we did to the clinic and with one look, the doctor asked her why was she sweating, and confidently she said ..weather ..yeah blame in on the weather!!!!


MY mum was her usual chatty self when the doctor announced that she was going to check her sugar level .... it was 2.7 ..that's low ..how low can you go mum ?


Homework for the day and for life , take loads of sugar , bake cakes if you want to ...sugar level has to go up !!! Me being me as their daughter and her daughter ..have found a solution that is ...


IF HER SUGAR LEVEL DOES NOT GO DOWN, WELL... SHE COULD HAVE A ONE WEEK STAY AT A VERY FAMOUS HOTEL/HOSPITAL TILL HER SUGAR LEVEL GOES UP !!!!


I mean hey, that is her call..as for me the ball is so in my court ...Of course mum is not too pleased with me but she knows how I love her so ... she'll get it up you see..


In the mean time as I look at dad, he goes wink, wink  !!!!!
Yup, dad careful you are treading on egg shells here !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dad , Me and Nasi Lemak

Let's start with me first .I just don't know why that is, in a week, I have to get my hands on a packet of nasi lemak . I guess it is the comfort food for all Malaysians.


Every Sunday, after mass, I would pop into the cafeteria and get a packet of nasi lemak before I head home. As I get home , and change into my thread bear t- shirt , I sit and unpack the packet of nasi lemak and dig in . It is what I always look forward to each Sunday .




I just can't say why but I just have to have it . It's like a drug an it cannot be compared to anything at all in the whole wide world .


Today was one such occasion. I took my dad to the hospital and I will tell you this, nasi lemak is good for family bonding , father and daughter time together and as well as mother and daughter time together.


Right, back to the story . I was at the hospital with my dad today, and we felt kinda hungry so we went up to the cafeteria ..lo and behold ..there were a lot to choose from . We were spoilt for choice there were nyonya kuihs , noodles and of course nasi lemak ..


We each took a packet of nasi lemak and sat down to eat . The silence between us, said it all. What I like about eating with my dad is, at the end of our meal , we talk about the aromatic rice right up to the ikan bilis ..you could say the works . Each time, when I have the time to go out with my dad, we end up eating !!!!


Now at this point I would like to say that having a meal with my mother can be nice too. Being a goo cook herself, we talk cake, cupcakes, food , food and more food .I guess she just enjoys cooking and as her daughters , we seem to follow in that path .


Nasi Lemak , I gotta tell you one thing though , you make my day complete. Complete to the T..I ain't gonna ever give you up . 

The Rat

Once there was a rat that lived in a house . This was no ordinary rat . The rat would wait for all of the people in the house to sleep and then as they say the party began....


It was one summer night that the rat decided to have a bonfire night . He thought how nice it would be if could invite all of his friends for the bonfire.


After thinking hard , he had an idea . An idea of a life time . He took a trip to Paris, to find his cousin Louie ... and together they made their way to find the finest fire to light the bonfire.


It was not an easy task as they had to search hard for this special fire. They had almost given up when they had another idea . They decided to travel to China to find the fire. Just maybe, they would get lucky over there. When they got there, everything was dark .The people in China had no light to offer them.


Without much luck they decided to head home. You see , everything was set , a bonfire was to be held but there was no fire. So one of the mice, ran into the kitchen and brought out a matchbox. They helped the little mice to light the bonfire. The flames were majestic and bright . And so they say , the matchbox saved the day .

MY Clouded View...

My clouded view is so clouded that I do not know what hit me in the face, I stared and went by everyday without knowing, Splatt !!! it goes, without much of a word, I was warned and it went by, It got worst to a point even the Green Lady could not help me, I was on my knees pleading , And all she could do was cackle in every bit of a way, It does not make sense I thought for sure I was a goner, What do I do ? My view was clouded with flames of blue, silver and gold, I called out to the Sisters of The Tree, It was all in vain, A pure light, There in the hall, I reached for it, A hand saved me.

Spring and so they say is here .

And so they say that spring is here ..what comes to my mind are colorful chicks . Why ? I guess I had a thing for chicks.They just look adorable. Anyway, I was thinking of closing my blog since I do not have the time to blog but as I looked at all of the posts that I posted , I just would not want it to go to waste . Besides, it was and will be my journey ..for me this time .I used to blog about children and how they effected me as a teacher but somehow in the long run, I no longer felt that was what I wanted to blog on ...perhaps I should just blog about other stuff or maybe blog about something that is very close to my heart ME ..now that is shellfish !!!! With me being in a new school, everything is coming up roses. I have begun a new journey an exciting one I must say . I am wonderfully embracing every spring flower that I can grasp. I am blessed and I am in a company of positive people .Even when there are ups and downs, I seem to manage quite well .I hope that whatever I may face, I will face it with courage and I know that tomorrow will be another new day for me .

But IF I Let YOu Go

Letting go is one of the hardest thing that anyone could ever do ..in life we must let go at some point ..be it a child , someone or even a loved one . It is never easy ..when we do not let go, we can't get on with life because the attachment is no longer there and sometimes it lingers. We feel insecure and we just want to hide away forever. But not so. Letting go has evolved ..over the years I suppose so, but letting go is still hard. It either make or break you. We have to break even. In between the borderline, chances of survival is there but slim. So one has to take that huge leap to survive but if you're at the end of it, it will eat you up whole all your life . In life we all have to let go even if we don't want to. To me letting go is pretty hard. You are so used to with life routine that when it is time to let go, you feel a void . Your mind's eye let you see the things that you don't want to, perhaps the truth and the truth hurts . Eventually, we let go.The heart feels uneasy but the mind says to let go and move on. When it finally hits you and you know deep down in your heart that you have to let go, say it with a prayer. 'I forgive you , I love you ,You were mine and I now I let you go , go in peace and be peace with yourself.' To my friends whom I let go along the way , may you find your way back on your own and I wish you all the best.

End Of The Deep

I remember some time ago, I may have blogged about this ... on a different tittle ..just the same a friend asked me, how I felt about my scars . Growing up, I used to hate it. I was full of anger and I did not know any better . I was young and during that period of growing up, I thought that IT was my time besides growing up, it was my time to get anything that I wanted. It was not so . I spent a lot of my time sulking and I wanted everyone to feel sorry for me . I did not know better than . One thing is for sure, the scars are a part of who I am . My identity . I was lucky enough . For some , it could have been worse . The next question that I got asked was, do I feel pretty. Feeling pretty on the inside counts.. not what is on the outside . Being and feeling positive made feel beautiful in my own skin. In fact, when I apply any make up onto my face, I'd tell myself that I look pretty. A smile breaks out and I feel great . One of the best advise that my boss could ever give us each day is 'WEAR YOUR BEST MAKEUP, THAT IS YOUR SMILE'. I kinda agree with him. No matter how you look, when you smile, it is the best !!! I get people asking me if any of my dates minded that I have scars on my face. Frankly speaking ,I don't know how they felt because I never met anyone who was bothered with my scars . As long as we are comfortable with each other , that was enough for me. All my life, I have had friends come and go. One thing is for sure , all of my friends have been very accepting towards me and they never bothered the way that I look . The only thing is, we remain friends till today . For that , I would like to wish everyone a very happy new year ..