Paper Plate Kite (Please Don't Forget Haiti)

Looking at that contagious laughter, the sweet smile, the chuckling voice and the innocence of a child, no one will know what you have been through. You run, you jump and you rejoice as free as the wind, and as happy as a clam. Nothing matters to you at all, nothing except to make sure that your paper plate kite fly high.

The smell of death, the unattended ruble of ruins, the lack of cleanliness, the lack of food and not knowing where you will be housed for the night or whether you will ever see your family again. Nothing matters except that flying of a paper plate kite.

Life has taken such a path in your young life; you know not what this land of your birth will promise you next, but you are a survivor. Indeed you are a picture perfect of happiness, even your sad eyes do not betray the sadness that is surrounding you. Truly you are a hero, and the paper plate kite is your way of telling it all.

Please don’t stop supporting Haiti and please don’t ever forget them.

Forgetfullness or?

Groping in the dark this morning, I accidently stumbled on the study chair, which was left next to the study table instead of its normal place. Maneuvering my senses in the darkness while trying to escape the same chair, yet I hit on it again. Swearing in my half awaken moment, triumphantly I managed to edged myself in the maze.

Prior to that I had read and met people; who have undergone chemotherapy experiencing some kind of memory blog or forgetfulness. This I understand because this is among the common side effects that they will have to endure, however, when people around me who are much younger than me, healthier than me, more agile than me behaving as though they had memory loss all the time, what do you categorize them as?

Chef Diva, hubby, my medic princess a bit of the little angel they all will give me their puppy lost look each time they claim that their brain were frozen for some unknown habitual manner. They constantly refuse (I should put it that way) to place things where they had taken them from. I have to keep repeating myself over and over again to remind them of chores to be done, yet they still have an excuse of not doing them ………………. Forgetfulness.

It is weird as I am more than a century of age now, but I still manage to have a photocopy memory. I guess, I am being put into a situation that I have no choice but to multitask all my life, and in so doing I cannot have an excuse of forgetfulness too often, else they will start labeling me as senile.

Whatever their excuses may be, I hope they will fog out the brain haze sooner if not later…….(sigh).

Avocado

Amazing how at times you have the heavy craving for something out of your ordinary, and you cannot figure out what had brought your thoughts of appetite in that direction.

Amidst the heavy snow falling outside, in the warmth of my room, I was thinking of Avocado. Not just the yummy Avocado dips to go with anything that you can set your palate to imagine, but simply the fresh ripe Avocado.

I still remember when I was living with my late grandmother for some stage of my life. There was a neighbor that had a very tall wild Avocado tree. The owner of that land was a very very fair old, yet scarily fierce old lady. No matter how tall the tree was against her petite built of less than 5 ft. she actually knows exactly how many Avocado fruits were there in the tree. She will walk under the tree so regularly to make sure that whatever fruits that fell, will not be missed.

When you were young, you are curious, you are furious, you just want to get the very things that you should not set your eyes on, least your hands. However, having tasted the Avocado from the old lady’s tree, no other Avocado up to this date could taste the same.

On a couple of occasions, I would sneak behind my grandma’s house, with my eyes and ears like the antenna of an alien, vigilant that I will not be caught by anyone stealing the Avocado, that I had diligently waited in vain to drop.

Once the Avocado is within my reach, I hold it like a precious piece of polished diamond and scamm. I will then call my sister to tell her of my pleasure of sin, we will be so happy to devour the Avocado. We called the Avocado ‘buah mentega’ (margarine fruit) simply because of its buttery taste. Once the Avocado is cut into half, the hard seed in the middle removed, a spoonful of coarse sugar added, devouring this simple fruit was nothing compared to any fine dining cuisine then.

Alright, this entry was actually about me wanting to know why the Avocado available in the supermarket now is nothing compared to those that I used to know. The farmed Avocado is simply horrible and I cannot even share with my kids now the real wonderful taste of an Avocado.

Oh blimey me.

When An Angel Paints

When my little angel paints, nothing else matters. Over a year now, she is more confident of her work and does produce results that are worthy of merit. Some of the paintings are hanging on our hall in the living area, while some are still waiting to be framed.

She scored a 7/7 for her art. I am so proud of her change in achievement. Good job.

She Came And She Occupied Too

We had to wake up at 0445 hours to be in time to meet Chef Diva on her arrival at the airport. As usual I will try to make the cold morning a fun start. I made hubby and my little angel challenge me to the tram station, and the run did us good indeed, it did not only warm us up but also helped to warm our morning spirit too.

Her flight was slightly delayed; she was mourning and swearing under her breath because of the full flight on a small plane, on her connecting sector here. She did not even have the appetite for breakfast, while hubby and I were busy digging into our spinach strudel. She was still complaining about the pain in her ear. Poor thing.

Without delay and after my little angel had her ‘must’ visit to the WC, we took the train home; it did not take us long to arrive. Hubby went straight to catch on his sleep again, while the three of us stayed in the living area chatting away, till one by one took to the bed to sleep.

Chef Diva was on the computer for a bit, before deciding to invite herself into my bed. I thought she looked so funny curled up this way and so innocent too, not even aware that I had to vacate the bed to let her rest good.

She came and yeah she occupied too!!!!

Sleepy Me

When I woke up and looked at the clock, I was very sure the time showed 0638 hours; wow I am going to be late for my ‘Subuh’ prayer. Jumping out of bed, I rushed to the shower to take my ablution, and was very happy when I finished my prayer in time.

Sitting back on the bed I wonder why the alarm hasn’t rang yet. I put any curiosity aside and decided to play Zuma. I glanced at the time on the laptop and to my surprised it was only 0458 hours, no, this cannot be possible, I was so sure I had seen the time correctly earlier. I took my mobile and looked at the time, now it was only 0500 hours. I realized then that I had said my ‘subuh’ prayer when it was not even ‘subuh’ yet. Well, what can I say?

I decided to just carry on playing Zuma till it’s time to wake both my hubby and little angel up.

By the time they left the house, I was feeling slightly sleepy, but at the same time I was also engrossed with the updates of Haiti on TV. To keep me awake, this was already around 1200 hours, I went to the kitchen and started boiling a can of condensed milk to make toffee for my Banoffee Pie later.

The pots that I have are all pretty small, so I have to refill the water in the pot every now and then for the four hours that are needed to make the toffee, and this is not the first time that I had done this.

I went back to my room to continue my vengeance of Zuma, however, my eyes were feeling so heavy, the last thing I remember was hubby telling me that he was going for his French class. Flopped up against the many many pillows and an old tattered bear, under a warm blanket I fell asleep immediately.

Hubby's call jolted me up, but that was all, I had no clue what was brewing in my tiny kitchen. Having woken up I actually turned back to Zuma and carried on playing, till it was time to say my ‘Zohor’ prayer.

Dragging myself to the bathroom, I was greeted by very strong burning smell, suddenly I remember the toffee. Rushing I opened the kitchen door, believe me there was nothing that I could see except for black smoke, and the smell was killing. I went in and on the kitchen hoot, off the stove, then I saw the unimaginable, the can of milk had popped out hard and sweet thick milk was all over the kitchen, on the rug, the shelf the table top, the sink, the spices bottles, you name it milk was just everywhere.

Sighing, I closed back the kitchen door, went to do my ablution and yeah pray. Almighty Lord, to Him only I found my peace.

So much for the craving of a Banoffee Pie !!!!!!!!!

Visit To The Dentist

It has been more than a year since my little angel last visited the Dentist. Appointment with the Dentist here (especially the very good one) normally takes a month before you can be given a date. Today, was her first appointment here, she was both excited and a bit unsure of what to expect.

The Dentist was nice, so she was quickly at ease, and even better when she was told that she has a very nice set of teeth, but a bit over crowded. After the X-Ray, the Dentist did a bit of clean up, and decided that she has to be referred to an Orthodontist. This is because the Dentist could not diagnose the requirement of braces for her.

Next stop will be the Orthodontist, but how early will she be given an appointment is anyone’s guess.

For The Love Of A Wife

The gut feeling of a husband who refused to believe that his wife perished under the rubble of her work place. He came in search of her daily and never gave up. The video is so surreal and has so much to learn from.

For the love of his wife, no earthquake could stop him from looking. Please continue your support for Haiti.

Fat People Are Nasty?

Had some errands to run yesterday, told my little angel to meet me downtown after school. The weather was just nice, not too cold and not too windy with light rain, bearable for me. I had arrived earlier than planned, so I just do the things that I do best, window shopping.

When she arrived, she was not looking too happy or too enthusiast to tell me about school, I sensed something was amidst. Call it whatever, the night before she was doing her German homework and she had written an essay about a bad day at school, and that was what had happened to her today.

She said this was the worst day of her schooling here, my heart missed a beat as I get pretty upset if my little angel was treated unfairly by anyone in that matter. Lamenting the incident of what had taken place at school today, I can see that she was trying to control her tears. My poor little angel.

During lunch as she was waiting in queue with her friend, some of the students at the back were asking them to pass cutlery so that they do not have to stand in line. They did just that, apparently due to the crowd someone accidently dropped a fork on the floor, and it was not her. Before she realized anything was wrong, a big fat lady busy munching on a big fat apple had demanded that she pick up the fork. My little angel told her that she did not drop the fork, but the fat ass refused to let her go and forced her to do as she was told, so she did reluctantly.

Having placed the fork in its place, the fat bitch was not over my little angel yet; she literally followed her and starts interrogating her, till she has to apologize to the bitch to leave her alone. Obviously she lost her appetite for lunch, and in return tears of anger just automatically flow. My heart breaks knowing that she was treated that way.

I don’t mind my little angel being reprimanded if she deserves to be reprimanded. However, an adult can think better so they assume, could it be too difficult for the fat bitch to talk to her nicely and in private, without having to embarrass her, but why was she picked on in the first place?

I hope the fat bitch will bite on her tongue and will not be able to speak properly.

Mother, Please Don't Let Me Die

Heart wrenching, I have been following news on the disaster that befell Haiti every day, especially on this 11 years old girl. If you have seen how many bodies were just dumped in the most unceremonious goodbye of a death, you can’t help but wonder how can this happen and how can this possibly be?

However, I thank the Lord for this 11 years old girl was given a proper burial.

Please support CNN to help Haiti in their time of need. May the Lord give them the strength to live on.

The Snow Is Melting

The snow is melting, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I am liking, even though the wind is still chilling.

Boys Will Always Be Boys

Boys will always be Boys................ took my little angel out today, while hubby is busy printing mullah again. Caught this boy playing alone with the trolley, and he was so into it that it does not bother him that I was taking his picture.

My little angel started to tease him, and you know what he enjoyed being teased by her too. Funny as he may be, but he is also one very confident lad. No parents in attendance at all.

I Am Free

Why do you think that you can always take advantage of my situation? I can be very nice in mitigating my way through but remember I bite hard too. It is not often that you will see this sight of me, but please don’t blame me when I breathe hard like the fireball of a dragon mouth.

If it is going to take me time to get what I want, the way I want it and in the best mode of wanting it, I have time, I can wait, but I will not let people like you who thinks with your position you can get what you want by your manipulative way. Well, I am not impressed; I don’t give a shit if you are an Ambassador. You were just lucky.

The decision that I made this morning was easy for me, way too easy, I did not even ponder for a day. In this life I believe I will be crossing path with many people, the super good, the super bad, the super stupid, the super ugly etc, but super morons are the ones that I think should be totally abolished from this superficial world.

Anyways, when I journal my feelings, it sets me free, so I am free……………yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Super Colon Cleanse

Since my last visit to the hospital, and after being referred for colonoscopy as well as gastroscopy, I have been experiencing a new euphoria of wanting to take control of my situation on my own. I hate exposing my body to be probed by the doctors; still in the end they were not sure of the exact cause of my symptoms. I am bored.

A friend suggested colon cleansing, it sounded good and easy, however, I was not sure if I needed it. For many days I was wondering what this thing about colon cleansing exactly was. I figured after some reading that colon cleansing is the method of forcing the colon to expel its contents thoroughly, thus detoxify the system too.

It is also believed that that undigested food that we consume could cause mucus buildup in the colon. This buildup produces toxins which could cause poisoning of the body, when they enter the blood circulation. I was also told that these toxins could cause a wide range of symptoms such as tiredness, constant headache, weight gain and low energy. Errrr............... wait a minute, I have all of the above.

I took my friend’s advice and now I am on Super Colon Cleanse. Let’s see if I will be rid of the symptoms as mentioned.

The Uninvited

On Sunday, we ordered delivery and cramped into my bed to watch a movie at lunch. Thinking that the movie was all worth it, we made sure that we do not have to go for an intermission for water and food. However, we nearly puked the entire food out and felt so cheated by this rotten stupid “All Boys Love Mandy Lane” (don’t even bother looking it up, it is not worth it at all).

Later in the evening after dinner, we decided to watch another movie, hoping that this one will not be a letdown. It was kind of a suspense scary movie, which my little angel decided not to watch; rather she went to the internet and started reading about the story from there. Quietly she left my room and went to her study table.

The buildup of the story was kind of trilling and I was jolted up a couple of times, I didn’t realize that my little angel was also listening to my reaction as she was reading. The movie was not long, about slightly more than an hour. Overall I thought the movie was quite good. It comes with a hint of flavor of wanting to taste more.

Once done, hubby wanted to go on his WOW mission, I wanted to watch a bit of CNN and my little angel decided to go on the computer again. Not long after that I said my goodnight; she left to sleep in her own place. When I thought that she would already be on the way to la la land, she called and said she could not sleep.

Nothing new she always gets affected by some scary movie, even if she was not the one watching it, so I told her she can come and stay in my room a bit. As quick as lightning she was laying on the carpet next to my bed, it is winter so I bet the carpet might be cold too. I can hear her turning and restless, what else can I do? I told her alright jumped in.

So last night not only was I trilled by the movie “The Uninvited”, I also had an uninvited guest in my bed……………….

Tosai

So what if my grandson is going to go on Tosai diet? He is still the most adorable, cute, sweet and smart 7 months boy. You must have been feeding your daughters with lard I guess, coz they truly look not only ugly, but also fat as a pig.

Let me remind you, you can do or say anything about me but lay off my children and my precious grandson. I hope you get this message in your messy head as your jokes are not funny anymore.

Stop Faking IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am bored with the fake behavior of many married couples that I know, they are so pressed by putting up a good front for the public, that they suddenly become very good actors and actresses. Amazing, how they don’t mind leading a double life so that they are able to satisfy what other people want to see out of them.

In reality behind their backyard, they cannot even stand each other’s sight, they don’t even sleep in the same room anymore, least sharing a bed, yet they will post pictures perfect of a happy couple for the camera, and their idiotic children will post the pictures on public websites. Oh, please. Who do you think you are kidding?

Then there was this man, God knows what he went through in his home, as he actually looked worse than a wet rat. When you are in his company, he will take queue to talk, while his wife whose face is full of bad botox will be talking nonstop, like as though she owns the world. She will go talking about her husband to friends, and laughing at him too, yet again their children will blog that the parents have the perfect of marriages. Well, what is there more to say, when they live their entire life faking it.

One thing I know, when a relationship has gone from sour to bad to cracking to spiteful and destructive, just get out of that hell already. After all it is your life, those people outside can talk, gossip and point fingers at you, but errrr…………….. like I care? As long as they are not putting food on my table and clothes on my back, they can bloody well go to hell and burn there. I don’t give a shit with their whispering.

So, you, yes you who reads my blog…………. Stop faking it. Can I also say once a whore ………………….. forever a whore. Buzz off……………….

Anderson Cooper 360

This very early morning here, my tears dropped more than I thought it will, as I witnessed Anderson Cooper bid farewell to Erica Hills. From the first moment that I got addicted to Anderson Cooper 360, I always look forward to the witty Erica Hill, and it has come to this end now. As much as it was sad to see Erica controlling her tears, it was more heart breaking to see Anderson saying all the good memories to a sad goodbye.

All the best Erica, I will miss you as a team of Anderson Cooper 360.

Medic Meine Prinzessin

This daughter of mine, it had been a year now since we last saw each other, but we are in contact almost daily. Her emails come either in a one line sentence or a whole essay, and mind you the prints are all in tiny font. I should remind her that her mom is old now, and eye sight does deteriorate, so have mercy darling, else I will have to start using a magnifying glass as a reading tool.

Anyways, her emails can jolt me out of my bed immediately, make me laugh all day long or anticipate to strangle her if she was within my reach. In her last email, she got me reading all the mind boggling things before telling me the good news. Well, you know what I actually forgot what was so mind boggling after all when I read the last paragraph of her email. I breathe in a thankful Alhamdulillah, yeah that is my medic princess.

They all know that I do not have anything to give them but I worked my butt out to give them good education. They each have to path their own way in life literally and nothing else matters except good education. She made me proud so many times, she knows that she is appreciated, though there were times that her adventurous spirit got me spinning like a top, but I am glad that she is my daughter.

This new year will be a tiring and busy year for her, she will have to work extra hard for the final, I will always be the strength that she may need every now and then, as well as the nagging mom that she almost wish to hate (he he he). One thing that is constant and given, my love for her is endless.

Good luck Anja for your life forward.

Stupid People

Had a conversation with my girlfriend this morning, the subject was about the attack on some churches back home. She said “everybody is panicking and I keep receiving text messages on the situation progress”, nothing surprising if it is happening there. People are just stupid there; they are paid to create one situation, so that the more pressing situations could be buried.

They love running mad on the street in the name of religion and God, thinking that they are doing justice to either one. Have they got nothing better to do? Common people if you think you can make change by rioting, bombing, crashing and smashing cars, think again. You only have yourself to laugh at. Let me ask you, how much did they pay you? A 100 of your currency may be? So your pee brain is only worth that much.

I have a better idea instead of rioting and destroying what is not yours, causing unrest situation to the people who want to live in peace, why don’t you all just go kill yourself, like that I think at least the world will be a better place. Please remember that heaven and hell is none of your business, so stop playing God.

What are you trying to prove exactly? Have you done all your research correctly? Are you that righteous that you don’t have any conscious at all into respecting other peoples' belief? Take a break alright, and look beyond that 100 currency that is promised to you.

"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." -Martin Luther King, Jr.

Snow, Snow And More Snow

Look what your lil sis did for you

Believe it or not she was going from one car to the other, as the snow was too thick for her little fingers

This is the second car that she attempted to write the same message for you

This is where you go jogging always, now everyone will come for the snowball fights

Same place different angle

Also same place different angle

The trees at the park

You remember this one right? Look at the temperature

This beautiful tree outside your work place

Mir, look what you have left us with .......................... :)