My Little Angel Fell

Walking with my little angel this morning and with a road map in my hand in search of the place that I was to have an appointment gave me a feeling of realization that this is home now. The chilling wind was sending shivers right to our bones; we tried to walk as fast as we could.

However, reading road maps had never been my forte, despite finding the road we still could not find the building, so we had to stop a stranger on the road and seek assistance. The stranger was so kind to go an extra mile to even walk us to the place we were looking for. We were elated.

As my steps grew bigger in keeping up with the stranger, I did not realized that my little angel was struggling to walk in her boots and new fancy pants, while at the same time trying to keep up with our pace on the slippery snowy pavement, then suddenly we heard a sound, a sound of someone falling so hard on the pavement, I turned around horrified to see my little angel had fallen. It is not an ordinary fall; she fell hard on the slippery pavement full of tiny gravels.

She was close to tears, safe for the stranger that was with us, she held back the tears while rubbing both her scratched palms, and as I helped her back to her feet I could see that one of her knees was in terrible pain too, my heart just wretched to see my little angel in so much pain, how I wish I could switch place with her and bear all the pain instead, but the Lord knows better.

After the appointment, I took her to the 7th district, she loved this place as it reminded her of the similarity of New York scene, but nothing could overcome the pain that she was enduring, so our trip was cut short, and we decided to go back home instead.

What started as a joyful morning, ended with me feeling so guilty of the pain my little angel experienced.

Snow, Snow Go Away

I woke up with the hope that the day will continue with no more snow flakes, but my hope was shattered yet again. From my window I could see beautiful big flakes of snow, so quickly filling up the ground and turning everything white, The wind was blowing so strong, twisting the snow into little circles before it touches the ground.

I sit for a long time watching this scene, and it made me sad, I am not a snow person, the cold and gloomy weather that comes with it is so depressing. At one point of time, I associated the winter weather as a serene march of darkness, it is eerie, seeing all the trees with snow filled branches, seeing people walking so in a huff to escape the cold without communicating, seeing babies in their pusher so wrapped up that you could hardly tell if they are still breathing, seeing the so active dogs walking with their ears dropping to the crowd, honestly this is eerie right.

With all these thoughts on mind, I was so overcome with emotions of self pity, being trapped in the house, not even daring myself to go out for the shopping adventure that I love so much, I hate winter and as much as the snow is a pretty scene, I hate walking in the snow, everything is so wet and slippery. This is my life now, can I continue this feeling of sadness each time the winter season is around or will I ever learn to adapt? I don’t know, has fate yet again changed my destiny.

My cheeks are suddenly warm with tears, I am in a turmoil, torn between the duty of a wife and a mother, where is the me, I and myself, I realized that they were gone a long time ago. My dedication is to my family and I just don’t live the life that I should be living, do I regret this? No, not a bit because life is not about regretting, life is not about pondering and self pity.

I guess once the sun starts shining again, I will be a happier person, and with the melting snow may all the contemplation and self pity will drain off me. InsyaAllah

Wondering If My Life Is Already Plotted

I don’t know what’s up with me today; I was just down and feeling sorry for myself. Wondering if life is what it really is. Wondering if my life is already plotted or am I in control. Moments like this I hate so much, but you cannot escape your down moment, you are bound to have it every now and then, but what is important is that you do not sit on it for too long.

In my contemplation I was asking is this my destiny, or is it just my fate? How do you differentiate between destiny and fate? I was made to believe that I am born with my destiny, the moment that I was this dot of embryo in my mom’s ovary, so my destiny begins, therefore, I cannot change my destiny, (do I make sense?).

I guess I am destined to be someone else but due to a twist of fate I became someone else. To me, life is nothing but an interplay of destiny and fate on my own life journey. Can I blame anyone for the predetermine destiny of my life, can I say that after all I am born to this world, just to fulfill a destiny? Can I say that my destiny was an accumulation of extra-ordinary karma from my parents?

However, I don’t believe that I should lament on my destiny, as I remembered my mom once so often will tell us that we could not change the way we look as that was how the Lord has sculpted us to be, but we can change our life if we work hard enough to achieve our goals. It is entirely logical to assume that while destiny is beyond our control, fate is something that is willed by us. I believe that we are born with brains that is a super powerful tool to control the overall results of our life, thus it is up to me to use this tool to good.

So as I carry on sitting here busy playing Zuma, my mind is too far away from this destiny, wondering if life is really what it is, or is there more to life then I really know.

AMAL...... My Hope

In the train yesterday, my little angel told me that one of her girlfriends in school detests life at the age of 13. Then she asked why a girl feels that way when she has everything in life, and she also asked if it is a normal teenager thing.

Hemm……………. Is it a normal teenager thingy? May be, maybe not. I cannot ignore her curiosity, I have to give her the best answer possible, so that she knows that such feelings and behavior is not normal, be it in teens or any other age.

So, my answer was, when you have everything in life, you long for nothing, and you feel that there is nothing more to achieve, hence you feel useless, the least of things makes you upset and angry, you will become more envious of your friends who may have little of everything but have everything that a loving family could offer. She was silent for some minutes, and I hope my answer made sense to her.

I may not be able to provide her with every little thing that her heart desires, but I so try like crazy to give her all the attention, care and love that I could possibly give. My little angel is entering a new world in her young teenage life; I have to be extra careful in guiding her as the age gap between her and the siblings is too far for them to have a lot in common.

She is a confident little thing and I am always proud of that, with that I pray that my little angel will not even go near where her girlfriend is currently entering.

Life is so tender yet so demanding for this curious mind of AMAL.

Cokodok Udang and Sambal Goreng

Since hubby has to work today, I thought it would be nice to make the family’s favorite breakfast cokodok udang for him. Everyone in the family loves this food, but making it is so time consuming. Some people will serve cokodok udang with just simple chili or tomato ketchup, but for us we have to have the sambal goreng to go with it.

Fresh prawns is nearly impossible to get here, it is either the frozen or the bottled one, and I don’t like either as the taste is not there. So to make the cokodok udang here, I substituted by using crab sticks instead. The outcome is fantastic.

Here is my recipe for those interested to try, don’t ask me about measurements so use your own assumptions, trust me it is nicer that way.

For cokodok udang: Several crab sticks, bean sprout (as much as you like), spring onion, flour, baking powder and salt. Mix all ingredients together and let it stand for at least 30 minutes. Meanwhile you can start with the sambal goreng.

For sambal goreng: Blended chili, anchovies, potatoes or aubergines (cut into tiny pieces), cooking oil, salt and some sugar. Fry the anchovies and set aside. In the same wok fry the blended chili over slow fire for about 10 minutes, then add the potatoes or aubergines. Once they are cooked, off the fire and let it cool down before adding the fried anchovies, this way the anchovies will still be crispy when you eat.

I Am Disgusted

Look at this picture! to this lady it may be fashionable, to me it is pure disgusting. Are people so desperate for attention that they have to show off their body parts in public, and in the most unthinkable places, like the tram station?

Believe me she was in this position for a good 10 minutes in a chilly winter afternoon, when everyone is so wrapped up to keep warm, but alas she dares the chilly weather, for some desperate attention I guess. Can it be that she is so lonely? that it does not matter if she is flashing this in the eyes of the very young and innocent, the old and dying?

Next time ladies, if you think of making a desperate fashion statement, do it in the asylum, you might get noticed there.

I am disgusted.

Mendel Mantoux-Test

The other day I had to take my little angel for a Mendel Mantoux-Test (this is a kind of test to detect Tuberculosis (TB)), which is required by her school. As you all know TB is coming back as a global public health problem, therefore the school is taking every precaution to protect their students, which in my opinion is very noble.

Back home I have always been very conscious of this disease due to the fact that we are being invaded by not only immigrants but mostly illegal ones. It is scary to think of the high risk that we are facing just walking in the mall, going to the movie or eating in a restaurant, and our government is not doing much about the situation at all.

I am so glad that my little angel is being tested for this disease, the test is quite simple. Mendel Mantous used purified protein derivatives of the TB. The doctor just pricks her left arm with the purified protein, and told her not to scratch or to put a plaster on it, and then off we go. We will have to come back next Monday for the diagnosis.

I hope someday our Government will be responsible enough to introduce such tests for our school going children, as they were responsible for opening our country’s doors to the pests who invade it shamelessly. But then again who can blame these pests as most of them are now either related to the influence people there, or by virtue of political corruption our country is theirs now.

One day………………… May be!!!!

My Grandson Has A Shoe

My Grandson has a shoe
It is red and white in color
It is so tiny just made for his little feet

My Grandson has a shoe
In my mind’s eyes I see him running with joy in his little shoe
His laughter is so musical as he kicks ball in his little shoe
In my mind’s eyes I see him opening his arms to me
Running with love hungry for a Grandma’s hug

My Grandson has a shoe
Red is a symbol of courage and strength in his little life
White is a symbol of purity of a child’s heart

My Grandson has a shoe
That will help him walk to the destination of a beautiful future

And Grandma’s prayers will always be with him

Come on People

Tell me are you bored today? Well, I am. Yes, I am BORED. Do you know why? No, I am not bored because of the weather or because hubby is not home today or because all the shopping malls are closed, no, not at all. I am BORED of wannabes, I am BORED of yet another face in the crowd, I am BORED of another voice to make it noisier.

The nonstop indiscrimination on the Palestinians needs no introduction any more, the world is very much aware of the past, present and future situation there. If all the politicians of the world put together could not stop the injustice, if Ban Ki-moon’s voice just goes bouncing on the wall, what makes people think that demonstrations, flyers, emails etc could make a difference?

The stage of the UN is not much different as compared to all the stages in Hollywood, you see the heads of the countries talking and talking and talking, but it is just empty talks. Children and women are still being killed mercilessly in Palestine, families continuously falling apart, their future full of vengeance. Pencils and pens are being replaced with daggers, guns and stone. Do you think more talk, more demonstrations will make any difference? Do you?

My suggestion would be look within you, around you and inside you. Change, help and prayer should start within your inner self, your hands should reach to the needy in your country, your voice should be heard by your own people. Please stop being another face in the crowd, stop wasting your precious time in trying to make change when you don’t even know what the change you are trying to change is. Come on people, come on.

It makes me sick seeing faces like Angelina Jolie being pictured with children in Afghanistan, Madonna in Africa and many more publicity hungry seekers doing their so called goodwill to the needy. They claimed they have done so much that every media will broadcast their journey, how is it then that the Afghan children are still living in hell, how is it then that the African kids are still Aids ridden? Come on people, stop bullshitting.

Instead of organizing road shows, and making another comedy of your own speech (like when the DPM talks in public and sounded like as though the terminator is farting from his throat), go organize a mercy flight to fly all the injured children and women in Palestine to be hospitalized in our hospitals and be nursed back to good health. Give them a home till they are safe to go back to their land.

Come on people, I could go on writing but you know what? I am BORED!!!!

Just A Conversation

We had a conversation in our little kitchen this evening; actually it was an overflow of the conversation from my bedroom. Her curiosity on the topic spoken was cute, and I love to entertain her little curios mind.

The topic was about men, not in total but basically about them men. Being the youngest in the family I always have the fear that my little angel will have no guiding hands to hold her as she enters the world of the known and unknown. This is because big bro already married will be busy with his family, eldest sis will be too busy with her demanding career in two years to come (insyaAllah), and second sis will be too occupied in her own business or the hospitality world. This might mean that my little angel will have to probe in the dark alone, and I sure do not want her to stumble and fall on the wrong road.

She has had her innocent fling of the common puppy love, well she did at a tender age (which means that abang’s hormones is addictive here), but puppy love does not last, she got bored and dumped the poor boy (ha ha ha). However, during that short moment she was in dream land most of the time, suddenly became so secretive, keeping alone to herself and hiding her mobile all the time (the typical sings).

If she is being bitten by the bugs again, which I am pretty sure she will be, I do not want her to be alone, I do not want her to be afraid to share her feelings with me, I do not want her to suffer the consequences of heartbreak without any of us to give her a shoulder to cry on.

So conversations like this, I hope will guide her and give her the confidence that she can open her heart to me and her siblings (depending on their free time). I know that this won’t be the first nor the last of such a conversations or topic that I will share with my little angel, the conversation is going to be bigger and more comprehensive.

But I will be there (InsyaAllah).

Stiff Shoulder and Banshee

I have been suffering from a stiff shoulder for almost two years now. It all started when I noticed that there is a nasty sharp pain through my left arm when I am trying to lift it overhead and also to touch my back. It stunned me with fear that I might be suffering from some heart or bone ailment.

My visits to the specialist lead me to many hours of physiotherapy but the pain keep coming back. It helps for some time when I have constant massage of the shoulder and my arms; however, for a few days now I noticed that the pain had spread to both my ring and little fingers of my left arm. I try to put the excuse of the spreading pain due to the freezing weather.

I am trying to understand how I can get stiff shoulder, but after awhile I am learning to live with it, only that when the pain comes I will automatically get angry with myself. May be I should go get a couple of dumbbells for me to exercise my left arm, may be it will work, may be the pain will go away, may be it will get worst, who knows…………………. May be.

You know how I like to make fun of everything, so in order to pacify my own tiny brain and little heart, I decided to make fun of my situation as well. I told hubby this morning that once I saw a Korean movie (I think so), in this movie one of the character was always feeling that his shoulder is stiff and heavy. Being frustrated with the modern medical help, he decided to seek the help of a soothe healer. What the soothe healer told him was the thriller of the movie, he was told that there was a banshee sitting on his shoulder all these times (imagine the picture of the banshee on his shoulder, the horrifying ghostly look and the scary sound effects). Hubby told me not to be stupid and he ended up poking more fun at me. Well at least for the moment I laugh the pain away.

Yesterday, I discovered a new Thai Massage parlor near our place, I should pay them a visit soon, and maybe they can help ease a bit of the continuous spreading pain. May be.

A Walk in the Snow

I took a walk in the snow with my little angel today, it was surreal, it was beautiful and most of all it was blissful. The road was covered with thick snow; it was a first for my little angel besides a brief encounter shortly before we took off at the airport more than a year ago.

The look on her face was ecstatic, the wondering eyes, the extended smile, the nonstop chattering and the wanting to experience so much in this short time that we have. My mind was like the lens of a polished reporter camera, I was recording her every movement, answering all the questions asked and wishing that time could stand still just for us.

I took a walk in the snow with my little angel, this is what she wanted to do, not something that I like to do, in fact it was a dread for me, but I took that walk on the snow with my little angel. My heart was blooming with smiles knowing that I had given her the opportunity for an experience; she grabbed some snow along the way to make snow balls and giggle out loud when the cold numbed her fingers. My little angel took my breath away.

Someday she will grow up, someday she will take her own angel for a walk in the snow, and all I could wish for is that the Great Almighty guides her to a living that is full of blessing.

I took a walk in the snow with my little angel and thank you Lord for this moment.

STFU............... Big Mouth

During one of the dinners that I had with my girlfriends, I was surprised to learn that I was still the center of some gossip mongering. Why so, I wonder? It does not hurt me at all if people want to talk about me till the end of days, but I get pretty upset when the talks are about my precious kids.

Let me put this to you, yes you; you read my blog I know. If you were born that way, born to just do nothing but to make up stories about others, then I wish you all the best. I surpassed the tit for tat situation; I want you to know that I don’t even reciprocate to bad mouth you, because to me this is just a waste of my precious time.

But I would like to put the record straight, I have never put my kids to stay with you while I was working out of the country, on contrary it was the other way round. My kids have never gone to your house with Tiffin carrier to beg for food. I know people get smitten by the way you talk and by the way you manipulate your way around them, but not me. For anyone who will know you, no one can know you better than me.

In your sick mind you think people believe you but at your age you should know better; Either people are being bored by you or they just don’t give the shit anymore.

So, tell you what?................. STFU!!!!!!

Count Your Change

I have this bad habit of drawing money from the ATM and just dumping it in my handbag, without a clue to how much balance will still be available after some spending. On many occasions whatever shortage will be complimented by the credit card; however it is not applicable at cash counters, so if this happened to be at the cash counter, I will just put away some items and just pay for the most required one at the moment.

On the last few days that I was running around like crazy, I had to make quick stops a couple of times to get food for the kids. This is because I was so pressed for time.

While trying to complete my chores on time, I would plan my travel as such that everything will take place in one area only. One fine day I was in the vicinity of TTDI near Ayamas, and it so happened that some friends were coming over for dinner. I decided to stop and get a couple of chicken to be roasted later.

Once inside the shop I was lost to the real thing that I wanted against the things that my eyes told me to get, so instead of just 2 pieces of chicken, I got more. The store was quite empty then, it was quick for the cashier to attend to me, only that this time I was the one holding the cashier up, yeah you guessed right, I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH CASH …… (gosh).

Having done digging and emptying my entire handbag, I told the cashier to take some of the items away, as I was short of RM7.00. I did not realize that there was a man waiting in line to pay too and he was witnessing all this, I guess he must have seen how pathetic I was, suddenly he offered to pay the difference. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me immediately.

No matter what I said he is not taking no for an answer, and he is not even letting me pay him back afterwards. Despite being so embarrassed, I thanked him a million times.

On this day a guardian angel was watching on me. Thank you God and whoever you are this good Samaritan, I pray that your good deeds be rewarded double fold.

Moral of the story, count your change before hitting the counter.

Till We Meet Again

The last week prior to departure was pure madness; there was so much to do and so little time. Friends were calling around the clock, lunch and dinner appointments to fulfill, not forgetting trying to give the best of time to the kids I am leaving behind.

Check-list still half way done, I was utterly living like a zombie, waking up at 0545 hours every day to transport Chef Diva to college, leaving home very early so that I would be in time for all the appointed time with the government department. It was really draining me out. I was so deprived of sleep and alone time for me, but I have to move on as time is not waiting for me at all.

I was still packing till the last hour before leaving home, it was nice to have my son to light up the moment of stress, and he was making fun of me, poking remarks here and there, and enabling everyone to be in a jovial mood. In total there were six luggage bags, this means that all of us cannot fit into my car.

Called for a back up van from the public transportation, which took the luggage, hubby, me, little angel and my eldest princesses. We left home at 2300 hours; in the midst of all the rush, there were things that were left behind unintentionally, and one of it was my wrist watch. Ahhh…….well.

The queue at the airport was long, and I hate queues, at the same time I was worried that we could be so over weight, which obviously we were. Our turn to check in came finally after nearly 45 minutes of queuing. I could not lift most of the bags as they were super heavy, luckily my eldest princesses was there with her muscle to assist us. We were overweight by 24 kgs., smile, pray and a bit of charm got us through without any penalty.

Saying goodbye was never easy, but life has to go on. After a lot of hugs, kisses, advice, we finally walked down the accelerator to the immigration check point. Tears were flowing from my eldest princess’s eyes as well was my little angel. It was like a dream, we were so together one minute and now we are separated, I was just holding my tears, for my heart was full of prayers.

Till we meet again, I love you endless.

Welcome to Bolehland

Time and again my patience is being tested by the moronic behavior of the people behind the counter. I thought I would get over the irritation as I am bound to encounter these bad people on a very regular basis, be it by choice or otherwise.

Last week I had gone to register some legal documentation with the local government. I was given the run around like a mice being chased by a mad cat. Each counter that I was referred to would give me a lengthy time period of getting the documents registered, and each time I have to lament that I do not have that time on hand, I swear that it would have been better for me to tape record my voice, and play it on every counter that I have to go to. God is great, he opened the door for me each time, and my lamenting grew softer.

Today, I had to climb the steps to the building that will not see any day of technology at all even if snow were to fall in Malaysia. Out of the 5 counters that I approached only 1 was functional at lunch time, and it so happened that the man sitting behind the counter was the Deputy Director of the Department.

The second department that I went to, I had to hit the stupid table bell to wake a sleepy clerk, she looked at me and said that it was lunch time and to come back after 1400 hours, however, she suggested that I go to the third counter. This means more steps to climb, at the third counter four men were busy with their mobile phone and their feet on the table, when approached I was told to come back at 1400 hours. At this point voices were ringing in my head to break their head, but I move on instead to do some photocopying of the documents that they wanted.

The first lady that I approached at the library was also busy sending messages on her mobile, she told me to climb more steps to the Xerox machine, there I met a lady who did not even lift an eyelid to look at me, as she was busy making some glittering ribbon basket. Oh my God……………… what in hell are these people here for? Suddenly I feel so alienated, why is this common disease of laziness so on the high in Malaysia.

I could go on and on to record my frustration of a day stating from 0530 hours to almost 1600 hours till I finally get all the documentation done. They often said that changes could happen when there is a will, but here in Malaysia I think they have forgotten to put up the lamp post at the end of each tunnel, those lazy bastards are blinded and doomed.

If Elvis Presley can have Graceland, Michael Jackson Neverland, we too have something to be very proud of, just know that we will always have the Bolehland.

Bunga Rampai

I often wonder on the origin and the significance of Bunga Ramai (Rampai means assortment, therefore Bunga rampai is an assortment of flowers). It is widely used by Malays in many occasions, be it weddings, funerals, circumcisions, graduation of the Holy Koran, shaving infants’ hair or just any kind of celebration.

Fragrant Screw Pine or Pandanus leaves are cut into very thin and tiny strips, then flowers like Jasmine, frangipani, and roses are added to it, finally some rose water, a little bit of hair oil, and your choice of non alcoholic perfume. The lovely ingredients are put in small containers or individually wrapped to be given to the guests of the event. In weddings and circumcisions, the Bunga Rampai will be smoked with incense over night to protect it from any evil eyes (so they believe…………….. hemm).

I love Bunga Rampai as the fragrant will last a long time, when given this gesture I would either keep them in the house or better in my car, as it gives me the feeling of freshness and peace.

Whatever the significance or belief may be, to me Bunga Rampai is a traditional must. It is not something easy to make, however when you want to give Bunga Rampai as a gift, I believe that all sincerity should go in its preparation. I enjoy making Bunga Rampai, simply because with every packet I wish the recipient a world of joy and good health

Recently my niece had her first born son’s shaving of the hair ceremony, and I was more than delighted to give the guests attending the ceremony a box of Bunga Rampai each, though on the actual day I could not attend.

May God bless you Adam and may you be healthy always.

Streamyx Bullshit

At last, after so many trials using wireless internet and such, we decided to get a fixed cable internet as it should be the best. Little did we know what we were signing for!

The Solution in Malaysia, in fact, the only provider, is TM Streamyx. Had to wait for at least a week to get someone from TM to hook up the phone line, after which we got the modem and the instructions manual to setup the internet. Took hubby a while to set up the internet as he had to search online for the protocol used and addresses of Streamyx; lucky we had wireless internet as the setup CD does not work.

First week of Streamyx was great, really good service and we were very happy as the latency was around 300ms on WOW (hubby's joy). However, our happiness was short-lived! After a week the latency of the line was more than 10 seconds, which is unusable for online games. This is when we decided to research the reason for such internet lag time.

Hubby's research ended when he discovered that Streamyx actually throttles P2P traffic, WTF!! We are doomed!!

Below is the article that hubby found online that explained their perspective of things:

CYBERJAYA: Peer-to-peer (P2P) traffic is choking up local broadband lines with 20% of users utilizing 80% of the total bandwidth, according to Internet service provider (ISP) TM Net Sdn Bhd.

Dr Fadhullah Suhaimi Abdul Malek, general manager of TM Net's corporate and strategy services, said that as the number of local broadband subscribers increases, more users are expected to use P2P applications such as Kazaa and BitTorrent to transfer files online.
"We are not against our customers using P2P. However, it is an unfair situation which needs to be addressed, as we cannot upgrade our infrastructure (merely) for the benefit of the minority" he said.

To counter this problem, TM Net will introduce a number of time-based packages to cater for low-bandwidth users by the third quarter, said Mohd Nazeem Mohd Nasir, assistant manager of TM Net’s technology planning and development department.

WTF!! How is that for a reason? Blame the customers for their unwillingness to upgrade their infrastructure, and what can we poor Malaysians do? Nothing!! As it’s a freaking Monopoly just like most of the sectors in this country. It is indeed so so sad!!

It does not take much of online research to see the frustration of Streamyx users, there is even a website called http://www.streamyxsucks.com/ which shows as 5th search result on Google if you search for “Streamyx”, first 4 being streamyx itself.

“Malaysia Boleh”………………………… boleh bullshit, so they do!!!!!

Footprint

This is Alia’s footprint as dedicated by hubby, he purposely dragged on the size of the foot, as he said Alia still has a long way to go in life, but truth is Alia’s shoe size is BIG. Mama’s feet will swim in her shoes.

We love to make fun of Alia because Alia does not like to have fun. She has grown to be very reserved ever since she decided to go into the weight regime fight. She changed tremendously; sometime when I look at this lovely daughter of mine I wonder what could have gone wrong.

I am always proud of her courage, her fighting spirit, her smartness and her will to have the world under her control. She is commendable in many ways, but Alia is too daring for me, she has no fear of her surrounding, she has no fear of how mama will have sleepless nights thinking of her bizarre spectacular adventures, and without seeking permission.

Alia’s footprint is everlasting; she touches many hearts, and breaks a few, and she is such a sweetheart. Those who do not understand her will not and cannot see the quality of a wonderful person as a mother could see. She is too often misunderstood in her misdemeanor but I will always stand by her, be it right or wrong, because Alia has an everlasting footprint.

Now Alia is facing her major exam for her finals in 3rd year, I woke up extra early these days just to accompany her spiritually, hoping and praying that she will be at peace when she parked herself at the examination desk, and open the question papers. I know Alia can do it, I know Alia will make it because challenges make her adrenalin rush like a fountain.

Alia has a footprint in my life forever. All the best for your examination baby.

Because You Love Me

This entry is dedicated to my Loved Ones. May you all have a phenomenal 2009