it's all about their small little journey in a big gigantic city on a tiny speck sleepless island
January 27th, 2010 § 0
Five minute ago while on the phone.
“The arts and craft is not that eezy-peezy!” haney
“What is eezy-peezy?” mama
“Eezy-peezy means when we do things, it must be easy to do.” haney
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!” mama
Haney complained to me about the arts & craft I bought for her was not easy to do.
January 24th, 2010 § 0
How was my day today? Fun but exhausted.
That’s because I just came back from the adek’s beach party and its 2 am right now. Thinking back what I’ve done 2 hours ago was to drive after midnight. Only god knows how tiring I was at that moment. With the air-con freezing my eyes and the quietness in the car with sleeping tots, my brain almost switch off. That is why I believe accidents do happened after midnight and I’m not going to drive anymore after past midnight.
No more. Yeah. No Thank you.
Worst, we were at the beach from 11am lazing around the beach for 12 hours without any nap. It’s dangerously deadly. But for our dear girl Netty Tiga Tahun birthday bash, it’s worth the effort and I really enjoyed the piñata very much. The kids definitely had tremendous fun collecting nice candies in their pocket. Hee. I, myself, was truly amazed to see the kids enjoyed themselves so much with a simple piñata. It’s a must have fun every picnic in future. Yes, from now on every party must have a PI.NA.TA. Or else it won’t be as much fun as the usual kids’ game. We should add in a donkey tail game too. Too bad, we can’t camp today as we’ve got a wedding to attend tomorrow and it’s not advisable to let the kids ruin their daily routine. Plus I don’t wish to make them fell ill. Candies, unstructured meal time and insufficient nap time contributes to friendly viruses.
Despite not having my mom and dad around at the party, the atmosphere was amusing! Maybe there are plenty of kids around unleashed with once a blue moon freedom. To run wild without being screamed by their parents is fabulous freedom. My girls had their fair share of freedom till they got all worn out and slept in the car on the way home. Hahahha.
I hope they both don’t wake up like their usual weekday routine. Otherwise I’ll be a walking zombie in 5 hours time.
Ok good morning people!
January 22nd, 2010 § 0
First Feb Two Thousand and Three.
Our 7 years long run episode that came with wonderful memories will finally bid its goodbye with friendly waves to an emotional farewell in 2 month’s time. Yes, it’s officially stamped and signed with legal witnesses. Our first home, our beloved and our precious stone has been officially sold to a young sweet family.
The place that saw us grew the experience around us. The place saw us holding beautiful memories and unknown sorrow. The place that we first stayed was once just a piece of bare land. It was a place of unknown to me as I came from the east and a place where we seek peace and tranquility from the top hill. It was a place where views were mesmerizing and the sky will always tell a thousand tale of life. It was a place where the home was built entirely by us from nothing to a lovely palate of life.
From there, we learnt about living, we learnt about nurturing and we learnt about being independent and most of all we learnt the meaning of compromising with each other. As we age and the home age too, we loved it dearly, appreciating every little things at home and with this, we will miss our home dearly too.
Even the kids were not spare, the kakak replied, “I love my house and I don’t want to move.” Even after giving her endless expression that she’ll be having more space to fill her adventure around. Her answer was, “I love my house, I love my bed and I love staying here!”
Oh dear. I’m sure she loves it as much as we do too. We hope we made the right decision to move on. With the girls growing up, we hope they love the new space as much as we do. For now, we are definitely going to miss you very much.
Goodbye February 2010!
Sadness aside, more dilemmas pops out like popcorn welcoming us with an enormous headache. First, will be the super huge amount of our contribution accounts being zapped to an ugly zero, thanks he.de.be. Next, it’s the episode of treasure hunting the contractor. It’s even more depressing. Good luck to us.
On the happier side, I can’t wait to say goodbye to the morning “boleh-fengsan-tergolek-golek” jam and stepping my feet at home in less than 20 minutes. Best!