Bluemoon

Copy

2010-06-12T01:34:00.000-07:00

A 5 year old in the kindie I work in was doing his homework with his teacher. Here is the conversation:

Child A: Teacher, this homework how to do?
Teacher: Oh, this page. Just copy.
(Turning to his friend, the child whispered): What is copy ah?
Child B: You don know ah? Copy means copy ah...Copy and milo, you know!

Hope it brings a smile to your face. Left us teachers laughing till we had stiches.

Zoo Trip 2

2009-06-24T05:12:00.000-07:00

The curse of Miracle's Birthday

2009-06-12T00:59:00.000-07:00

The moon has turned blue again and my fingers begin to itch. The hair on my body stands as I writhe in pain, yearning for the touch of the mouse under my hands and the smell of the coffee on the computer table. I am transforming into a blogger once again!! heheh!!!

Yeah, many of you must be wondering where I have disappeared to. But the life of a "were-blogger" is hard. Balancing between a life as a normal human being and being a "were-blogger" once the moon has turned blue is like a curse. But of course, you are here not to read about my "were-blogging" curse but the curse of my little girl's birthday.

It all started when little Miracle turned one years old. We took our little camera and our little girl to my aunt's house where we were celebrating Miracle's birthday. You see there was no indication at all that a curse was about to unfold. The skies were clear and everyone was cheerful. We ate much and partied even more. Miracle was so cute in her little party dress and we took so many photos that I was afraid the computer might run out of memory to store all the photos. However, that was a fear that was unnecessary. You see, when we went home to load the photos into the PC, IT WAS GONE! Just like that. Our SD card malfunctioned. Kaput!! Without saying goodbye. how cruel can life be. :(

Then, we picked up the pieces of our photo taking life. Reminiscing often the time when we could confidently take photos and upload it into the computer. The painful memory of losing all of Miracle's birthday photos became a past. As her 2nd birthday began to draw near, we began to hope again. What kind of pretty pictures will we capture this time? How do i want to put it in my blog? I was so excited.

Then, the big day came and we took her to my mom's house, cut a lovely cake and had a marvelous celebration. We went home confident that this time, everything will be alright. You see, we forgot our camera and used my mom's instead. Hers was newer and better. Surely such a camera will not fail us. I called my sister a few days later, asking for the photos and shockingly discovered...

the SD card is not working.

Could this be? Two years in a row?

Noooo....!!

Can we be so unfortunate never to have photos of our little girl on her birthday? Oh, she will not be little much longer. She will not be a chubby adorable toddler forever!! Who will ever have the camera to brave this curse and take photos of my darling next year?

And that my friends, was what happened on Miracle's birthday. So, anyone of you brave enuf to take a photo of my Miracle on her birthday next year please offer your cameras. hahahaha!!! (evil laugh).

Eyes

2009-01-28T23:17:00.000-08:00

Went to d optical shop recently with Mike & Miracle. As I was waiting for my specs to be fixed, Miracle looked at the rows of specs on display and said, "Wah, so mini eyes. So mini eyes." Funny how children generalize stuff.

Anything I put on my face r called eyes, any car that looks like my car is "mummy's car". Hm... in that case I own all the Kenaris u can find in KL. I wish...

Me me Post

2009-01-25T17:07:00.001-08:00

Hello everyone!!

It’s been a blue blue moon & I haven’t been updating my blog. The main reason is bcoz I couldn’t upload my photos from my phone to the computer. What fun is a blog without Miracle’s photos, right? Come to think of it, maybe I should rename by blog to “A Day in Miracle’s Life”. Most of my posts are about her anyway.

Hmmmm….in that case, this post shall be all about ME, Saya, Aku, Wor- you get the idea. So, for those who r here for bloggings about my darling baby, u can stop reading now. Ha!ha!

Okie. Let’s start. Where shall I begin eh? I shall begin with the beginning of this year then. The past 3 weeks have been CRAZY! I was promoted to b a supervisor in the school so it’s been pounds & pounds of pressure. Can u imagine I was so tired till I could fall asleep while playing with Miracle? I haven’t been online for more than a month too. For me, that isn’t so much of a problem until I started to check my mails last weekend.

I’m not sure if it has to do with the speed I do things but I actually sat in front of the computer for 3 hours doing nothing but checking my mail. That means, all I did was to put my right hand on the mouse, read my mails and click ‘delete’. Phew! No wonder I’m short sighted. But I could have used up even more time if not for my handsome “superman” who helped take care of my super baby so I could go online. Thanks, darling. Kiss!kiss! (Note: Coming to this blog means u get dollops of love and kisses from me to hubby & baby. Therefore, u better get used to it! Ha!ha!)

Somehow, I just can’t escape blogging about my little girl... I was looking through the photos I want to put up in my next posts, then I saw this photo. Can’t resist sharing it with u guys. Isn’t she cute!!

Catwalk Baby

Ka-Ching!

2008-11-20T10:12:00.000-08:00

Miracle was introduced to her 1st coin when she went to a friend’s house. The lady of the house was playing with Miracle and she happened to have a 1 sen coin lying around. She took the coin and showed Miracle that coins make a ‘ting’ sound when you throw it to the ground.

From that moment onwards, my little Miracle was hooked!
She came home and no piggy bank was spared. Not even the cup that Mike puts his coins in, which does not have a speck of piggy pink on it. The latest ‘piggy bank’ that she has her rotund hands on is my little purse, fat like a pig; not from the wads of cash that I should have in it but the stacks of receipt stuffed in it.

So I’m beginning to wonder… Today it’s the coins in my purse. Tomorrow could it be the wads of cash? At the back of my mind I can hear a familiar cartoonish sound, Ka-Ching!! Thoughts began to run wild in my head.

Miracle at 7: Mummy, can I have some $$ to buy food from the canteen? Ka Ching!!

Miracle at 13: I think I need a handphone… Ka Ching!!

Miracle at 20, getting ready to live in hostel at uni. (Rental, food, books…) BIG Ka Ching!!!

Miracle at 25: Can u help me get my 1st car? BIG BIG Ka Ching!!!!

Oh dear, and we plan to have children enough to form a football team in the Church Premier League.

Mummy Song

2008-11-08T15:31:00.000-08:00

Life can be so heartbreaking sometimes. A little girl in my class just lost her mom to cancer.

Last week, it happened that the Chinese teacher was teaching the children songs and rhyme. Unfortunately, the song the syllabus charted was the all time famous “mommy song”. U know, the one about mummy being the best. Children with mums are precious and those without mums are like grass (if my interpretation is correct). As I listened to the children sing, my heart went out to the little girl. She didn’t show any signs of understanding her situation when she sang that song. I was glad she didn’t comprehend her circumstances as I’m sure she’ll be crying like crazy if she did.

I was careful with what said and did with her so as to not increase her grief. However, no matter how I try, the fact that she has lost a significant part of her life can’t be avoided. I made some cookies with the children and being the responsible teacher I am (ahem!! :Þ) I instructed the children to ask their mummies 1^st before eating the cookie.

That little girl in my class put up her hands and asked me, “My mummy die olready. Then I ask who?”. I wanted to kick myself for being so inconsiderate. What would you say to her??

Miracle "What? Mummies die too? No!!!!"

Miracle's Mischieves-My G ma

2008-10-18T10:05:00.000-07:00

Church camp

2008-10-06T09:28:00.000-07:00

Church camp has come and gone. Like Mike, I find myself wondering too "why am i attending church camp?". However, I have a different reason to ask this question .

No doubt I really thank God for blessing me with little Miracle. I love her with every ounce of my being. No matter how fulfilling motherhood can be, sometimes I find myself agonizing over the commitment it takes to raise a child. Since becoming a mum, I am no longer able to serve in church to the level that I'd desire. Don't talk about serving, most days I find attending services pointless. I'm not able to concentrate on the sermon, I can't flip through a bible coz I'd risk it being torn by my little "babyzilla"and I can't do what I love most too; worship through songs during Praise and Worship. Combined service is worse, I'd spend half the time in the mother's room upstairs and hear nothing but the voices of children playing.

Worshiping God with 10kg in ur arms ain't easy! :)

Now, I'm not complaining about church. I love the church and my brothers and sister in it. That's why in the midst of this "pointlessness" I still attend services. No matter what I feel, I know God is pleased when I make the effort to attend. If there's one thing I've learnt from Mike it's this: When it is the right thing, just do it! Therefore, when it came to church camp, I just went. I expected 4days/3nights of "baby serving". To my surprise, Mike was able to get some time off to take over baby sitting. I was able to sit in 2 services and learnt from what Ps Timothy had to teach. Mike might not know it but he blessed me with his love and kindness when he did that.

So glad I'm yours!

Since I had Miracle, I also had less time to conect with other people in church. (Well, except for other mums that is). So, ocassionally I do feel left out. Then a bunch of youths did something very nice for me in church camp. One afternoon, Miracle was so sleepy she couldn't wait till lunch. As you know, lunch time in camp is scheduled and I can't eat any time I want. Mike had something to do so he was not free to take over caring for Miracle. I thought I'll just have to be contented with biscuits for lunch when a suprise came knocking on my door. Pauline, Joyce and Yuki came in with lunch!! Room service in church camp. Isn't it nice... Thank you little angels for sending not just food but ur love. After that, Aaron Yong and a bunch of guys came knocking on my door. All they did was to check on me and ask me if everything was OK. Their simple act made me so happy! I'm glad our church is bulding up such loving youths. Well done young people! You really made my day.

Love all of ya!

Next time I don't feel like going to church, I'll tell myself to go just so I can smile to the youths that loved me so.

Another tag...

2008-10-06T06:02:00.000-07:00

Instructions :
Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.

1. At what age do you wish to marry?
I married one year later than the year i dreamed to be married. So, get my wedding date and start counting!! If you're that curious...

2. If you have the chance, what would you probably say to your beloved one?
I have the chance everyday so let me say it one more time: "Are you hungry?".

3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you?
Mike to comfort me, Pauline Chen to entertain me and Edmund to take photos of us stranded on an island so I can blog about it.

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most and with whom ?
I'm greedy so I'm gonna name 2: Japan and Disneyland. To be consistent with my greedy self I'll name 2 people too- Miracle and The Father of Miracle.

5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?
Eat and sleep. Serious!!

6. Do you believe you can survive without money?
No. Can you?

7. What are you afraid to lose the most?
My plump thighs... I'll miss having something to complain about.

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
Win another $1 million. Wahahahah!!

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
I'll make him confess to me. he he heh!!

10. List out the good points of the person who tagged you.
Ok, I'll name one. Pauline has great potential to lead. Work it girl and who knows, one day you'll be leading me.

11. What am I doing now?
I'm taking this question out.

12. Which type of person do you dislike the most?
Lazy people.

13. What is your ambition?
Plenty. But right now, I just want to ace this tag.

14. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?
Killing someone?

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
God .

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?
If I had all the $$ in the world, I'd buy the world!!

17. What do you see when you look into a mirror?
me!!

18. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?
My darling.

19. What do you like about this person who tagged you?
Her willingness to serve God.

Miracle's Mischieves-Zoany Zoo Trip

2008-09-23T05:28:00.000-07:00

2008-09-20T10:07:00.000-07:00

I dunno Edren, i find this tag kinda irrelevant in some places.......

1. The last person to tag you is?
Edren

2. What relationship of you with him/her?
Churchmate

3. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?
a. quiet
b. reserved
c. likes kids
d. hmmm.....
e. ......

4. The most memorable thing that he/she has done to you.
Faithfully commenting on my posts even at times when there's rwally nothing to comment about.

5. The most memorable words that he/she said to you.
I'm a weapon!! (People, beware!! I might just shoot you!)

6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?
Sorry, no chance. Found my prince long time ago.

7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?
Shoot him? hahaha!!

8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on?
See what I mean by irrelevant.

9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...
because he refuses to babysit for me. Wah ha ha ha!!

10. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?
Desirable? As in he desires something or I desire to do for him? No can do. don't understand question.

11. The overall impression to he/she is...
Nice guy. :)

12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
Hot, cold, warm, too hot, too cold, not warm enough? I seriously don't know, but my friends have said I'm nice.

13. The character of you for youself is?
Huh?

14. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?
Michelle the Grouch!! Well, to use the word hate is kinda over the top. Just dislike will do. Got rid of the word "hate" when describing myself after I realized; if Jesus thinks I'm good enough to die for me, I'm good.

15. The most ideal person you want to be is?
A better me!

16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.
the person....them. Am i supposed to say something to a person or the people who cares about me?

17. Eight people to tag:
Nada....Coz I only pass on tags that are either disgusting or disgustingly fun. But i guess i have to imagine who I will tag in order for me to answer the next few questions.
1.Mike Leo
2. pauline Chen
3. Wai Chi
4. Jayne
5. Edmund
6. Alyna
7. Leon lim
8. My mum. But she doesn't have a blog. Hmmm....

18. Who is number 2 having relationship with?
I was sworn to secrecy. ZIP!

19. Is number 3 a male or female?
Girl power.

20. If number 7 and number 8 be together will it be a good thing?
Umm... I don't think Leon will be interested to be my stepfather. It's enough to be Miracle's Godfather.

21. How about number 5 and 8?
Can't see it happening at all.

22. What is number 1 studying about?
God!!

23. When was the last time you had a chat with them?
Too lazy to list it down. Suffice to say, we talked.

24. Is number 4 single?
Happily married.

25. Say something about number 2.
Cute, dedicated to God, great dancer, wonderful friend...how many things is good enough for "something" coz my list can really go on.

Computer Fever

2008-09-16T13:11:00.000-07:00

One of the computers in the computer lab at school was attacked by a virus and spyware. Therefore, during my computer lessons it kept shutting down and restarting. My children, being unbearably nosy and inquisitive as all children are, made it their business to demand the answer to why the computer was acting so strange. Therefore, I gave them the simplest answer that a six year old could understand. I said that the computer had a virus and it was sick. All of them nodded satisfactorily, pondering about the poor computer. I thought I gave them a suitable answer since no one made any more enquiries. Thus it should be the end of the story.

A week later, I brought the children to the lab again. The computer that was hacked remained unstable so the children asked why we are still using the computer since it was sick. Two of the children in my class were commenting to themselves about the unfortunate computer having a fever. One of the children, a particularly adorable boy put his hand on the hottest part of a running computer and exclaimed, “Yaloh, got fever. Very hot oh!”

I wonder if this is how Miracle will get her temperature taken when she's sick. :)

Write a song or two

2008-09-11T08:41:00.000-07:00

Children are the most creative song writers I know. Whenever we learn a new song, the boys in my class will start to replace words in the song with terms and expressions that are sometimes funny, occasionally meaningful but most of the time meaningless. Last week, a boy in my class taught me a new version of the Happy Birthday song. I think it’s quite hilarious even if it’s rather violent.

Happy Birthday to you,
My father kill you,
My mother cook you,

Everybody eat you!

To leave or not to leave.

2008-09-01T08:24:00.000-07:00

I grabbed Miracle and ran as fast as I could to the train waiting to pick up passengers. We were in the zoo and it was raining cats and dogs (pun intended). I had to give myself 2 days of pep talk to decide to come, brave through an hour of traffic jam and spent RM15 to get into this place. There is no way we are going home now despite the heavy rain. I clambered up to the front seat in the train and felt very satisfied with my decision. Now, no one’s gonna call me a quitter.

When the train pulled out of the station, the wind was coming in every direction. My brave but fool hardy decision of sitting in the front row of the tram did not help much. The water was pouring in from the roof and splashing on my face. Miracle was whining coz it’s the first time she’s had rain drops on her cute little head. Something tells me she isn’t enjoying the train ride very much. I calculated that we could see more in the train rather than wait for the rain to stop. Not very wise, my friends. Animals find cover in the rain too. Miracle and I didn’t only get wet; we couldn’t see much of the animals. Also, being the naïve mom I just realized that kids like to look at animals really close and really looong.

Perhaps next time when I pray for good weather (not hot), I should mention something about rain too. Anyway, I couldn’t have a drenched baby in my hand so thankfully I had spare clothes with me. Words of wisdom from my mom in law: “Bring plenty of clothes!!”. After changing Miracle and feeding her, it was drizzling. I thought I had better get the umbrella from my car and so exited the zoo.

Would you believe it? The moment I reached the last shaded stop near the car park, it poured. Just like that! So now I had 2 choices. The first one was run in the car with baby and go home; we’ll be wet and I don’t have anymore spare clothes. The second one is to go back to the zoo while my ticket is still valid and wait; it may be a long wait.

My stubbornness served me well this time. After an hour of waiting, it finally drizzled. I rented an umbrella and enjoyed a romantic walk at the zoo with my little baby. I’m hoping to publish another chapter of Miracle’s Mischieves ‘comic’. If you want to know about our romantic walk, come back to my blog in another blue moon. You know lar, Photoshop and Illustrator not easy to use. Even with my expert hubby behind my back, I still need to work many things out! Hehehe!!

Zoany day

2008-08-23T01:13:00.000-07:00

Zoany is not a spelling mistake. In my dictionary, it’s an official word.

Zoany /zυǽni׃/ .adjective (of weather, day, climate etc. in zoo) in or on which rain is falling on zoos or much rain usually falls on animals.

Why did I coin this word? Well, that my friends is what this post is about. You see, I’ve been kinda fed up with staying at home all the time during this school holidays. The farthest I went to was the supermarket in my taman. And my highest achievement was watching Miracle jump for the first time. Well, it was satisfying watching miracle bounding here and there but I began thinking to myself, “This can’t be!” I called my baby buddy to shop but she happens to be in Pulau Perhentian. Then I thought I could have tea with my mum but she was swamped with work. In the end, I did something so unlike me.

I packed up my guts as tightly as I could, screwed up my eyes and nose and told myself I will go SOMEWHERE with Miracle-regardless. Little did I know, I really needed all the valiantness in me. If you have been reading my posts, you will realize what a pampered wife and mom I am. I drive but not journey. Anywhere further than school, I will be chauffeur driven by my hubby. I live in KL but I am not much of a KL-ian. Ask me for directions and all you get is a blank look on my face. Suffice to say, I am RoadKill-it kills me to be on the road.

I though with the help of technology, I could get to Zoo Negara and have a fun day with Miracle. Unfortunately, the TM fellows had to change the phone cables the day I wanted to consult the almighty Google Earth. With no internet connection (Which by the way made me feel so frustrated and immobilized) I have to rely on something I don’t have much since I’ve already packed it– gut instinct. Should I go without seeking a map or should I just stay at home?

Finally, I decided to just make the journey. If we make it, then great. If we don’t, just go home feeling a teeny bit dejected. I did manage to find my way to the zoo after squeezing my way through the traffic jam. Come to think of it, I used to believe that Malaysian road signs are horrible. You’ll never get anywhere following the signs. Well, at least there is one place I can get to sticking to the road signs.

After beating around the bush for so long, let me get back to the title of this post. Yes, we managed to reach the zoo. The sky was cloudy and the weather was cool. After buying the tickets, we eagerly stepped into the zoo. Then the first droplet of water reached us. Eventually, it was drizzling. Finally, when Miracle and I ran back to the entrance again, it was pouring. We’ve only been there for 5 minutes! All Miracle saw was the monkeys. I stood there under the roof contemplating if I should leave. What do you think?

Baby talk

2008-08-23T00:53:00.000-07:00

Oh Mike, when r u coming home?

This school holidays was a delightful but gloomy school holiday. Delightful of course just in the fact that it’s the school holidays! Except for one day in which I have to work, otherwise I get almost a whole week of “me” time. The problem this time round is that I’ve had too much “me” time. Mike is in Cambodia and I spent the earlier part of the school holidays mulling around - therefore the gloomy me.

No mater how cute and adorable Miracle is, it’s certainly depressing having to spend the whole day talking to a one and a half year old little kid. Can u imagine a conversation that goes like this:

Me: Baby, what do you think mummy should get for dinner tonight?

Baby: nen nen

Me: I know you like milk but mummy is not very fond of milk.

Baby: Seet.

Me: Oh, you mean mummy should sit and think about it?

Baby: nen nen

In the end, I went to the supermarket, bought a carton of fresh milk and plunged some cookies in it; as advised by my little girl. It was ok for one night. However, it got kind of yucky having cookies and milk for lunch and dinner a few days in a row. Thank God my mom in law came over when I had to work. Hence, the end of my milk and cookies days. (LO Really L)

Ah...Nen nen!

Miracle's Mischieves

2008-08-16T09:52:00.000-07:00

taggy tagged 14

2008-07-16T08:18:00.000-07:00

tagged by: Wai Chi

RULES : Each player of this game starts of with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged have to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little know facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No TAG backs! THIS IS HARD!

1. I like watching indian movies.

2. When I eat apples, I scrape it with my teeth.

3. I dream of being a ballerina in a famous ballet theater. (Can you imagine paying lots of $$$ to come and watch me dance. Wah!ha!ha!)

4. I crave McDonald's double cheese burgers in the middle of the night. (I have yet to drive to a 24 hour kiosk to fulfill this craving.)

5. I'd like to know what it feels like to kiss in the sea. (Got the idea from a japanese movie.Yeah, I know. Sounds like something a teenager would be curious about. Been wondering about this since I was 21.)

6. I have the same birthday as Julia Roberts.

7. I don't like to iron clothes. (Winking very hard at hubby.)

8. But I love to wash toilets. Well, not too many.

9. I hate LIZARDS.

10. I think Mike is the most handsome guy around!! (Killed ya with this one, right!)

I tag: Nobody. Brain fizzled out coz I used too much brain power to write down the 10 things about me.

Pajamas in school.

2008-06-27T09:46:00.001-07:00

Last week was Parents Teachers Meeting at my kindergarten. So, I thought I'd dress up smarter than usual since I'll be meeting so many parents. I wore my smartest long sleeved shirt and went to school proudly... until a kid asked me, 'Teacher, why u wear pajamas to school one?".

Tell me, does this look like a pajamas to you?

2008-06-27T09:40:00.000-07:00

Superbikes and romance. I’m sure you’d agree that the 2 goes very well together. Well, listen to my story and then see if you’ll still think so.

As u guys know, Leon’s superbike is with Mike for safekeeping. It’s really a blessing for Mike since he can travel to work and BCM faster now. It’s a blessing for me too as I had an entire year’s worth of physics lesson sitting upon that bike. The moment Mike revved up the bike, I could feel the power in its engine but I thought it’ll be like riding on Mike’s own bike, just a little faster and a lot more romantic.

So there I was, excitement welling up in me, waiting for the moment we hit the highway. However, Mike accelerated on the main road just outside our house. I was impressed at how fast the pick up was. I felt even better, anticipating the fun we’ll have during our short ride; or so I thought. When he went over a bump, I almost flew off the bike as I was still getting used to leaning down on that huge bike. From that moment onwards, my hands gripped Mike as tightly as those riders on a roller coaster. I didn’t even dare to let go to sweep away some hair that blew across my face, which was so uncomfortable as I can hardly see the road.

Although the main reason I can’t see the road was the immense size of the guy sitting in front of me, another reason would be the wind and force on my helmet. At our fastest speed, which I would not reveal for fear of causing my mother to have a heart attack, the force on my helmet was enormous! Just like the G-forces mentioned on TV. I began to have an inkling of what it’ll feel like to sit on a fighter plane with lots of G-forces acting on you. I didn’t even dare to move my body in case I upset the momentum of the bike and send both of us flying in the air for which I’m sure we’ll meet with certain death.

As a matter of fact, I was not so much afraid of the speed than the stops. I knew that while we were moving, unless of course some dumbo swerves his car into our lane suddenly, the law of physics says that we will keep moving. During the stops, all I had to hold on to was my husband and it is quite terrifying when he stops coz I feel the inertia. It’s like I’m gonna fly out of the bike with my hands and feet flailing in the air. I’ll probably look like Bobo the clown when I do that. My palms will probably be red and swollen too.

The inflated size of my palms not due to the crash but because I really had to support my weight on my hands as I leaned forward on the bike. Usually on a “normal” bike, I could put out my hands (like Titanic) and still maintain my balance. However, on the superbike my ‘mass’; to put it like the physics people say, is shifted to the front. It’s like doing a hundred times of push ups. Not that I’ve ever done that many but you get the idea.

In the end, I rediscovered the malay saying, “Indah khabar dari rupa”. Television has always hyped up superbikes and romance. I realized there isn’t much romance when all I can do is hang on for dear life, hear nothing but the wind in my face and a have a sore butt and palms after our outing. However in terms of excitement and thrill, nothing will ever beat riding on the superbike!

Honey, when are you taking me for our next ride?

Rhinotillexomania Tag

2008-06-21T10:27:00.000-07:00

Have you ever picked your nose?
Yes

Do you think that nose-picking is common in adults?
Yes

How often do you pick your nose? (daily, weekly, monthly)
Daily

How much time do you spend nose-picking?
5 seconds

Why do you do it (Unclog the nasal passages,to relieve discomfort or itchiness,to avoid the unsightly appearance of a booger hanging from my nose, personal hygiene,out of habit)?
To relieve discomfort or itchiness

Which finger do you use?
Little finger

How do you dispose of the goop? (tissue, hanky, floor, stuck it to furniture, eat)
Tissue, duh?!!

Rhinotillexomania

2008-06-21T09:39:00.000-07:00

During dismissal last Friday, the kids in the kindergarten where I work in were lining up to go home. Kids are particular about many things, such as who they line up with, whether or not other people were jumping que etc. So, as I was on duty near the children, one little boy came up to me to complain that the girl he was lining up with left him to line up with someone else. Of course being a teacher, I was duty bound to "solve" the problem. The girl admitted to changing partners but she also took the trouble to inform me the reason she did that.

With her pointer jammed in her nose, she said "He do like that (wriggling finger) and then he hold my hand oh!" I was momentarity stunned and I gave the boy a really lame lesson on hygene and little girls. I was thinking about it the whole day so I thought I'd dig up some facts on nose-digging.

We've all caught someone at sometime picking their nose. Some try to do it in secret. Others do it openly without embarrassment. Maybe even you have been caught in the act. Nose-picking is one disgusting habit and is certainly not socially acceptable. So, are these people normal? One would guess that this is not the type of thing researched at our institutions of higher learning. Guess again. The Americans did.

Of course, scientists must give everyday things complicated scientific names. Nose picking is a term for us common folk. Nose-picking should really be referred to as rhinotillexomania (rhino=nose, tillexis=habit of picking at something, mania=obsession with something). So, the next time that you see a person picking their nose, tell them that they are a rhinotillexomaniac.

The researchers prepared their "Rhinotillexomania Questionnaire" and randomly mailed it to 1000 residents in Dane County, Wisconsin. Each survey included a cover letter that stated, "The University of Wisconsin is conducting a survey of a common but understudied habit scientifically known as 'rhinotillexomania'. Its common name is nose-picking."

Even better, the letter actually defined what nose-picking is: "Insertion of a finger (or other object) into the nose with the intention of removing dried nasal secretions." I'll bet that you already knew that. Can you imagine getting this survey in the mail? Even with the University's seal on the stationary, one would have to wonder whether this was a joke or not. Now for the results (assuming that they are reliable):

Of the 1000 surveys mailed out, only 254 were completed and returned to the researchers.· 8.7% claim that they have never picked their nose. (In other words, they are liars or they can't remember doing it as a kid.)

· 25.6% actually pick their noses daily, One lone soul claims to devote over 2 hours each day to this ritual (I'm not a doctor and I can tell you that this guy definitely has rhinotillexomania).

· 65.1% use their index finger, 20.2% use their pinky, and 16.4% use their thumb (must have BIG nostrils to fit a thumb in) as their instrument of choice.

· Most people (90.3%) disposed of the goop in a tissue or a handkerchief, while 28.6% used the floor, and 7.6% stuck it to the furniture.· 8% of the respondents actually ate the end product. In case you are thinking of trying this delicacy, the study claims that the pickings are quite tasty (salty).

So, what have we learned from this groundbreaking study? Basically, boogers apparently taste good, although I can guarantee to you that I will never do the taste testing to find out. And we are wondering why there is no cure for Cancer yet!

Interesting, huh? I though I'd like to know what our KL statistics will be like so friends, I'll be tagging u with a Rhinotillexomania tag. Excited? heheh!!

This story is based on the research titled Rhinotillexomania: Psychiatric Disorder or Habit? by James W. Jefferson, M.D. (Dean Foundation for Health, Research, and Education) and Trent D. Thompson, M.D. (University of Wisconsin Medical School) which appears in the February, 1995 issue of The Journal of Clinical Psychiatry (pages 56-59).

Little Biker

2008-06-13T21:45:00.000-07:00

Miracle's "Kai Ye" has gone to Singapore,

He left his bike for her to remember him by,

Now, my little baby is slowly morphing into a 'Biker girl'...

Here's some cute picture for Miracle's "Kai Ye" to grab and for the rest to enjoy.

Recipe for a good holiday.

2008-06-07T12:30:00.000-07:00

The school holidays are over!! Boo Hoo! Back to updating my blog once in a blue blue moon.
But I got to say I really enjoyed this holiday. All thanks to this recipe I concocted:

Ingredients:
1. Free time. Lots of free time.
2. Baby.
3. Super Hero husband

First, draw up a schedule.

Then, put in all activities.
Make sure to have Pulau Ketam Trip (with hands free. Meaning no babies tagging along. Wah ha ha ha!!), trip to The Curve (coz I’ve never been there), birthday parties. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!

After that, enlist help.

Thank You hubby. Without you my holiday will be so drabby. Thanks for being my driver, cook, cleaner, baby sitter, IT Consultant & much more.

Gotta give credit to a great mom in law!! No complains at all even when I left Miracle at her place for a whole day!

Crabby Island

2008-06-07T11:18:00.000-07:00

Pictures speak a thousand words. Since I don’t have that many words to say, let the pictures tell about my trip to Crabby Island. As in ‘Ketam’ not crabby- lousy.

That’s my seat no on our speed boat.

Daniel so funny with Big hibiscus.

Wonder if Miracle will like this seat attached to Mike’s motorbike?

The 3 taukehs sitting on the VIP seats on the way back.

The 3 beautiful ladies…ahem!

Posing...

So romantic. Makes me wish my darling went too.. heheh!

It's a bird! It's a plane! No!! It's Ketam Man!!

Hand phones n Close ups

2008-06-03T01:18:00.000-07:00

Have you noticed the way young girls take photos with their handphones nowadays? Perhaps the technology wasn't around when we were teens. Maybe we (those who consider yourself in the older category) have lost our 'cuteness'. I observed that the new style of capturing close ups seems to flatter the younger generation more. I tried to take photos of myself sometime ago. It just came out WEIRD. No need to torture anyone by posting it here but I'm posting this cute one of Miracle. Just wish I could do more with it but I dunno how to use photo shop. Sigh....

p.s: To the girls whom I took ur photos, u got to admit it looks good on my blog. Heheh!! Jangan marah,ya.

The B.I.B.L.E. Tag

2008-06-01T10:50:00.000-07:00

1) How many book have you read in the Old Testament?

How many books are there in the Old Testament? Guess I didn't really count.

2) How many book have you read in the New Testament?

Completely finish? Umm...Did a Scripture Union course on ACTS, Did the 1,2,3 Johns. That's all, I'm afraid.

3) The book(s) in the Bible which I like to read the most?

Psalms. And yet I didn't finish it!! Oh dear.

4) Who is my favourite male character(s) in the Bible and why? (other than Jesus)

David. Coz he is a dancer.

5) Who is my favourite female character(s) in the Bible and why?

Naomi. Coz she is faithful n obedient.

6) My favourite Bible verse(s) is/are…

Psalm 121

7) How many versions of Bible do you have?

NIV, NLT

Miracle & her Dad's BIG bible.

What if God has a blog?

2008-05-28T17:11:00.000-07:00

A few nights ago, as I was trying to sleep I had this thought. "What if God has a blog? What kinda things will He put in His blog?"

I suppose if He had a message box, the first message from Him will be " I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."

What picture or message would God have splattered right at the top of his blog? Perhaps a shot from the movie Passion of Christ with the words "This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased."

How about Twitters? Will God twitt that He is trying to knock some sense into some of us stubborn ones. Hehe!

The one I couldn't figure out is posts. I mean what would God post? I cannot even begin to imagine what is in God's infinite mind.

What would you comment if God posted? Can we argue with the almighty God? What would you ask God in His blog? I might ask God how many people will be needed to screw on a light bulb in heaven. (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink to Michael Leong)

Talking about Mike, the reason I'm posting this is because halfway through mulling my thoughts with him, he answered me with a snore. Heheh! Can't blame him coz he was very tired that day. We also take turns to discuss things with 'snores' occasionally. Sometimes I do it at the beginning of our conversation; the moment my head touches the pillow. Anyway, what would u guys say to God having a blog? I did come to a conclusion and this is my conclusion.

If God had a blog, God's blog will be The Bible. God has told us everything we need to know in that Holy book. The story of the Israelites and the Father, the story of Jesus, the story of the Holy Spirit and in the end, Jesus is coming. I'm no theologian so this is the lay man's view I have.

If I may quote Revelation 22:18-21

"I warn everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: If anyone adds anything to them, God will add to him the plagues described in this book. And if anyone takes words away from this book of prophecy, God will take away from him his share in the tree of life and in the holy city, which are described in this book. He who testifies to these things says, "Yes, I am coming soon." Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. The grace of the Lord Jesus be with God's people. Amen.

Can u see the love this Father has for his child? I like the way Mike holds Miracle. How his strong hands supports her. Can you see a smile peeking through Mike's lips? I also like to imagine the adoration in little Miracles eyes for her dad as she looks up at his face. This photo helps to remind me of God's love and the reason I worship Him everyday.

I am so proud of myself

2008-05-24T08:07:00.000-07:00

Saturdays… I love Saturdays. Last Saturday, was an exciting one for me. I did many things that I’ve never done before.

Nope, I did not get my nose pierced although I have been considering about it. Nor did I bungee jump off a bridge, I don’t think I’ll ever have the guts for that. Not even if I was chased by a pack of blood thirsty, rabid infested wolves. Anyway, it may seem mundane for some but it was an achievement for me and I daresay I am PROUD of MYSELF! Hahahah!!!

I took Miracle on an LRT ride all by myself last Saturday! It was only when I stepped into the jam packed LRT that I realized I couldn’t possibly stay upright with one hand carrying my 9.8kg baby and another hand juggling between getting her stuff if she fusses and trying to hold on to the pole. Thank God there were such nice people on the train who let me have their seats. Funny thing was both times, it was the ladies who gave up their seats. Way to go ladies!! Where did all the nice men go??!!

Although I acquired a great sense of achievement by taking the LRT alone with Miracle, boy was it tiring! Although I seriously detest driving around KL, perhaps I should. Now I know why everyone wants to buy a car or two.

After the LRT accomplishment, the next was taking care of a sleep deprived baby and trying to have lunch with my colleagues; alone. You see, I am a much pampered wife and mother. My husband is usually the one taking care of my baby when we r out. Especially when we go for dinner etc. So, sad to say, I haven’t had much practice. Miracle and I both made it in one piece. (Applause, ladies and gentleman!). I was up to my neck by the time we were leaving and the thought of the LRT ride home was making me nervous. Thank God my supervisor gave me a ride even though it was quite out of the way. Not to mention braving the Saturday afternoon jam. With all that kindness showered upon me, I was ballooning with feel good vibes which sustained me through the next adventure: THE LIFT!

After a long day, our little family went to a relative’s house and got stuck in the lift. Probably about 20 mins according to my husband. I wasn’t keeping time cause I was thinking of how to perform CPR in case my baby passes out in the stuffy lift. Heheh!! Paranoia that mothers have… Through out the 20 minutes, my little one was fanned by two pretty “jie jie” ‘s. It's fortunate we got stuck with such caring people.

I’m glad Malaysia is still filled with kind people.

A tired Miracle after a long day.

Sacrifice by Bob Fits

2008-05-16T07:28:00.000-07:00

Tommorow I'm gonna bring Miracle on the LRT. My biggest fear (call me paranoid) is that someone will snatch her away from me. I can't imagine the loneliness, sadness and emptiness I'll feel. I wonder if it's the same thoughts Abraham had as he hiked up the mountain to sacrifice Isaac.

Chicken feet

2008-05-16T06:17:00.000-07:00

If you cut it off, the chicken will die...

“If you cut it off, the chicken will die.” I’m sure you’re wondering which part of the chicken I’m talking about. Last week, I was having lunch with my class children and we were having chicken stew that day. I was famished after working half the day; it seems that my appetite remains at the time when I’m 9 months pregnant with Miracle. So, I piled up my bowl with rice, potato, carrots and the most important ingredient in the stew -chicken!! However, since the meaty drumsticks, breasts and wings were given to the children, we teachers had a sumptuous choice of chicken feet, neck…umm and others? Anyway, I returned to the table with a mountain of food enough to beat the salad goers at Pizza Hut’s salad bars. As I was enjoying the food, one child accused me of killing chickens. My curiosity perked, I proceeded to interrogate that child. ”Why did you say that?”

You know what the kid told me? She said “After you cut off the chicken feet, then you throw away the chicken so the chicken die loh.” It took a while for her statement to sink in but in the end I realized that she thought I slaughtered one particular chicken to get my lunch -2 chicken feet to go with my rice. Before I retaliated with a “what about you?” question, another kid proceeded to explain the reason of the death of the chicken “Yaloh, if you cut the feet, the chicken cannot walk, then he will die.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or bang my head on the table.

As adults, I’m sure we think a child’s view is so narrow. They can’t see the big picture. They are too focused etc. Maybe some of u non-children lovers might even think children are dumb. Well, come to think of it, how many of us are like that. When God didn’t give us that guy or girl of our dreams, we think God is dooming us to a life time of singleness. When we don’t see that committed Christian we need in our ministry, we think God has forgotten us. Sometimes, I hear something that came out wrong from my hubby’s mouth and I forget the millions of wonderful things he has done for me. What I do to him then; is of course, another story.

My Mother's Day Tribute

2008-05-15T08:54:00.000-07:00

This is the video that made my day on Mother's Day. See how cute Miracle is