Here is what a bag of chips, (courtesy of Kevin) will do to these fellow monkees…
And this is what will happen when Dad decides to be in IDLE mode…
Over the years there’s been laughter and tears,
Without them, our moments won’t be so clear
Without love, nothing will compare to what’s dear
Tolerance and honesty is important as it is to lend an ear.
Understanding is quite a long and big word,
Using it and placing it into our lives saves hurt.
Listening is always the hardest part,
No matter what, do what’s best from the heart.
I don’t need celebrating at a biggie diner,
It’s alright I’m up for a cuppa,
Even if it’s mamak, the choice is yet bolder,
Wherever it is, you’re there my hubba hubba.
Through this 8 years we’ve been through,
Ups and downs, argues isn’t an issue,
There’s more to learn more life to pursue
I need you, you need me to lean-to.
There’s so much to say so much to express,
When we say we have 3 kids, no one would have guessed,
Families and friends with support we are blessed,
Love is the greatest, one thing we possess.
With 3 little devilish kids at hand
What comes later is never planned
Our kids have never play the what’s on demand
Thou, they stay close just like a wristband
Hubby you’ve been a friend and always near
So, on this special day my dear
I wanna tell you, you’re being loved
By me, your wife, you I deserve.
Oh dear. I’ve been down with some viral infection and IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) since last week but all well now. What’s left is the cold bug which makes my voice creepily sexy in a way.
Yesterday, I went and remove my old Implanon and reinsert a brand new one. Implanon, a contraceptive birth control, is a single-rod (like a cotton bud) that is inserted under the skin at the upper arm. It can last over a period of 3 years depending on each individual plus it’s reversible and it’s one of the most effective birth control available.
This is before the removal where it’s in normal mode..
Need not imagine.. I cropped it for you..
Sayed, Jake’s ex-college mate who is from Maldives, whom studied in Brisbane, stopped by KL for a visit. We wanted to spice him with Thai Food but since we didn’t have enough time, we settled at Sushi King. Anyway, hub said it’s not the place, but it’s the comfy place to have a decent chat.
Hey ya.. sorry that I haven’t upload pictures taken from the 33rd Bon Odori last Saturday which was held at the Panasonic Sports Complex in Shah Alam. I was down and am still down with some viral infection.. there’s the sore throat thankfully gone, the cough, the abdominal pain that visits me every other minute and the cold sweat which are all symptoms of the common cold. PHEW~
Anyway, the Bon Odori festival was an eye-opening. Both pros and cons. There were so many people and mostly were Malaysians’ wannabes. Arrgh kinda heart wrenching to see people ignore the policy of ‘Strictly No Cosplay‘ and ‘Strictly No High Heels‘. They must be either deaf or blind. Then, they should have shown some respect to the culture. Why on earth should you wear kimono with heels or worse, sneakers!
Lots of genuine kimono-clad folks. They are so sweet and very humble. Very family oriented. I see them putting on a great show both on and off stage unlike the copycats who I think put off the genuine ones. Food was great but the queue was terrible. What’s so nice about the ice-shaving dessert anyway? Well, my kids love Japanese food. Ouch for our pockets. Hub said we spent almost RM200 for food and drinks.
It was also my first experience visiting a portable loo. Funny, it was cleaner than MidValley’s weekend loo. But I felt stupid because Judith and I were scrambling inside this tiny cubicle thinking how to use the flush and the water sink. So, I spent some time reading the manual. LOL!
Let’s get to the pictures!!!!
It was beginning to smoked. Perhaps using too much of charcoal as the cooking was freshly done then and there.
Before we left, I managed to get a picture with a few young kimono-clad girls. They weren’t really friendly haha…
A day after the funeral, we had to picked ourselves up for Judith’s Sports Day which was held at UNITEN Putrajaya. We were so worried that the funeral was going to be held on the same day as her sports day but lucky her! We woke up at 6.30am as we had to reached there by 8am. The event only started at 9.30am thanks to the late-comers. We were kinda in a daze and still exhausted both physically and mentally from the previous day. My sis came along too to support Judith. Dad even brought mom’s video camera this time to record the moments!
Q-dees Sports Day are held annually and normally a few centres would participate together to cut on cost and as the saying goes.. ‘the more the merrier’. It’s great to share but it isn’t great when we have to wait for them and them then them. 5 centres competed this year and I hate to say it but I dislike the way the board of Q-dees managed it. Year after after where kids are supposed to have fun, they have to fight for the silly Number 1 title. Kids are so young, they should be having fun instead of having the pressure to win. I spoke to one of Judith’s teachers and she also agreed that it shouldn’t be an event of competition but somehow an experience and engaging in fun-time. Well, thank God this would be the last sports day I’ll attend unless they stick to fun rules. The way I look at it, the teachers; the adults are much more eager to win than the kids.