These babies melted my heart

In a very different way Daniel Chong Voon Chuen, don't sulk there.

I have never been a big fan for dogs, puppies yes. And I'm still scared of huge dogs. These babies in my cousin's house melted my heart over the Chinese New Year.

Happy happily in my arms and Lucky stood by. Pups are so smart, they look into the camera.

It's clear I was totally hooked on Happy.

Lucky acting selamba at the side.

Forcing Happy to camwhore with me to which I failed cause Happy wasn't looking at the camera, neither was I since I was practically cut out of the picture.

Happy iz shy.

But I wasn't. T_T Shameless

I want Happy!!!

How not to love these pretty pups here? I want a puppy too...Or a hamster. I don't care!

Spot the chicken

One on top of the cupboard

Four on the tv console.

Closer shots of the chickens

GOT EGG SOME MORE. I THOUGHT IT'S REAL EGG. I confirmed it's not, kok-ed it.

Two more closer shots of those on the console.

Apparently, chicken is good. So my aunt being the more-the-merrier-person, there you go, chickens everywhere. In fact I remembered seeing a few more in the kitchen or somewhere, but I did not capture it.

This is when I'll say, "Too much lah you."

Pre-Chinese New Year

Chinese New Year has been of eating, eating and more eating. It has been a while since I last posted any picture in my blog because I'm plain lazy very busy. You know, final year student with final year projects, I have a life to live okay? =P I do miss blogging, posting nonsensical stuff and laughing at myself. But the boyfriend, Mr. Daniel Chong Voon Chuen says my blog is too wordy, too boring for him. Cis.

So I shall only update for those who are interested to read of my not so eventful life. Let me write this for Chinese New Year first. Other rants will be in next post alrighty?

The three sisters have something in common, you see. No, it's not the face or the chin or the height. It's the thick-skinnedness. Even before Chinese New Year, while we were cleaning up our house and decorating our place, we go on telling our boyfriends, friends and anyone who cares to listen, "Our house will be very pretty soon."

So we had to make sure it was pretty else we'll have to put mud on our faces and stay in our 'pretty' house the entire Chinese New Year.

Love the redness of this place. I totally adore this huge huge mirror.

Smartest purchase this year was the curtain and this set of cushion covers. Worst buy last year? The curtains and that set of cushion covers. Yep, we learn fast.

Everything is red red and ong ong. Love that centerpiece.

The usual red 'chai' (the red cloth that we must put on our door during Chinese New Year)
You see, we recycle all our decos, so these things are only out to see the world once a year.

That little (not so little actually) plant over there was decorated by me. /action maction.



My bedroom where the fluffiest and comfi-est bed is at. /rolls around.



Oranges that are carefully swirled with red papers as offerings. I am a Christian but my grandma still practises all this.

You will not recognize these containers now since they are either empty or soon to be empty.

So tell me now, my house pretty or not? /glares

The Forgotten Ang Pow

"Hey, you got your ang pow from ah ma already?" I asked as I woke up on the second day of Chinese New Year.

It is unlike my grandmother to forget to give us ang pow on the first day of Chinese New Year. Every year, she would do it early in the morning as soon as she wakes up. This year she stayed over at my aunt's.

"Yes, I got mine. Why?" my sister asked half-heartedly. She was getting ready to go out again.

"I haven't got mine! Has che che got hers?" I asked again.

"I think so. Ah ma gave it last night while you were busy playing with the dogs. See, told you to stop playing with the dogs," she said, sounding ever so sarcastic.

"Are you sure?" I hurriedly got off my bed and went to my eldest sister's room.

"Che, you got your ang pow from ah ma already?" I asked even before she open her eyes.

"Yes," she answered in her sleep.

"She forgot mine already," I mumbled under my breath.

"Why girl? Why looking so sad?" asked mummy who just got into the room.

"Ah ma forgot my ang pow I think. I am too embarrass to tell her about it," I grumbled softly.

"I'll tell ah ma okay? I think she must have missed yours with so many grandchildren now," mummy said, hurriedly went to Ah ma's room.

From far, I could hear mummy say, "Ah Mak, you forgot to give Ah Girl ang pow."

A smile was formed on my face. I may have grown up but that moment, I felt like a small kid again, feeling excited to get my ang pow.

The super gory movie that I'll never watch

Last last Monday we were asked or even forced to watch this bloody (no pun intended) short clip which was taken out of some movie. I've decided not to taint my blog with the bloody clip.

So basically we were supposed to watch (yes, even if you spent most of your time watching your own finger) and then write what we saw. I don't think I can write fingers only though I have the urge to do just so.

What I saw was
That little boy was walking on the long unending road aimlessly, his steps were slow and unstable. He was probably tired from all the walking and even feel drowsy. He looked like he was going to faint, probably felt dizzy from the heat of the hot sun. He looked blur, weak and he was perspiring a lot. He was probably afraid and felt lost.

Then I saw blood dripping onto his white shoes. His steps quicken.

Then a car came behind him.
A man chased after him. The man was terrified, panicked and was worried upon what he saw. He tried to hug the boy and give him the support he needs. Trying to help him walk. Then the boy fainted and the man was worried. He felt lost and started screaming and shouting for help as he could not do anything. No one else was around.

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The next clip was in a restaurant or ballroom where a ceremony was to be held.
There was chattering and giggles everywhere. People were dressed nicely and they looked rich. People are talking loudly and laughing as they like. There are people who whispers and some who felt out of place and lost were nervous, playing with their hands and fingers. They are probably bored too since no one seems to be talking to them and they can't seem to join the conversation.

There are people giving toast and a man was burping and laughed at his own bad table manners. Then they showed jewelleries on the women to perhaps portray their status. A man was talking to the manager and then they took picture as though it's a reunion. Shortly, a speech was been given on the stage and those who has been chattering non-stop finally settled down quietly to listen. They were attentive and applause was given at the right time.

That's about all that I noticed.

You keep learning each day

I learnt that not everyone is going to be nice to you, swallow it and move on.

I learnt that though some people may be nice to you in front of you, they might be talking behind you. Swallow it, move on.

I learnt that everyone has their own secret weapon and never underestimate other people.

I learnt that there are bound to be many advices (if you are lucky). Choose wisely and do not follow blindly.

I learnt that people will use all their effort to make you think like they do. But what matters is, what does He think? It is okay to say no to people and move the other direction if He told you to.

I learnt that life is an on-going learning process and you don't stop learning.

It's okay to not know now. But learn so you know it tomorrow.

Slipping Through My Fingers

Finally, they have all grown up. The two elder ones went to work. Even my baby girl drove back to her uni. I smiled as I saw her pulled away, remembering how she always gave me that 'heart attack' and 'disco-in-car' when she first started driving. I wipe those bread crumbs off the table and got ready for work.

As I drove to work, I recall those times when these little brats of mine refuses to wake up for class. Oh how I had to drag and pull them into the toilet, splash them with cold water to give them that morning wake up 'call' they need. They always manage to give me 1001 reasons why they should stay home instead of going to school. Those years of toiling to give them the best ever, all those are now over, very well over.

I can still hear their laughter and chattering every time the lift door opens at level 6. Though those are just memories, I cherish the times we once had. I laughed to myself, thinking of the silly things the baby will do just to make me smile. And how her two elder sisters will cringe at her silliness because they are just too 'grown-up' for it. Now, even she is too 'grown-up' for it.

I turned around to that familiar smell, that smell that got me salivating each time I walk passed that 'char siew' stall. There they were behind me with a plate of 'char siew', roasted to perfection. "Happy Mother's Day!" they echoed.

Tears streamed down my eyes.

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing


Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

They may have grown-up, but they will forever be my mischievous babies.

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*** This is purely for my assignment purpose. And no I don't have kids, I'm not even married yet. ***