私、子供の時。

I remembered that I stayed with an Indonesian maid when I was small. So, I started to pick up Malay at an early age, continue by picking up Cantonese with my mum, English with my dad, Malay with my brother, Mandarin with my school mates and when I'm 15 years old, Hakka with my best friend. I'm quite proud of myself at language ability especially Chinese cause I know how to speak and listen but not write. Everyone's quite surprised. Looking back when my mum forced me to attend a Chinese class when I was in Primary 4 I was hugging this pillar in front of my house crying while my maid try to persuade me and pull me to go to class. I still remember my childhood friend, a Malay girl and his little brothers and sisters. We always played 'lompat tali' and 'lumba lari' together with 'kaki ayam'. And there's another Bumiputra friend, S, who's quite rich where we always share our Doraemon comic together and spent the whole day only at his garden playing hide and seek ended up being bitten by dozens of mosquitoes. And the most fun of all, to play prank around the neighbourhood. So much fun there was, but to really find a sweet family memory, quite tough. My mum works from 12pm-12am.My dad's always outstation. My brother? Of course go find girlfriend la. So, I spent most of my time with my Indonesian maid and watch Indonesian horror movie with her. The only time I enjoyed quality family time is on Sunday. Sometimes even without my dad. Go to pasar pagi and have breakfast with my mum and my aunt then afternoon follow my mum for her mahjong session at my aunt's house. Quite boring actually so I actually extended my own social network by getting to know my aunt's neighbour. That's quite a part of my primary school's life. Oh ya, I remembered an event when I was in kinder garden, in the manhole there's a lot of tadpoles after it rains. So during our recess we would be outside at the garden to play around the playground. My favourite activities was to catch the tadpoles and put it into my friends shirt (mostly girls: cause they hate the slimy and yucky feeling) and I'll end up in the disciplinary board for misbehave. Huh~so much for my childhood~teehee~~ (^v^)v

Reminiscence on little Timothy~

Everytime when I saw kids the same age as my son, I would remember his wicked and naughty smile. I can't help myself to miss him even more now since he started to stick closely to me every weekend when I return from KL. He's a very smart boy. If he wanted to eat something and he can't get it himself, he would make this sad-puppy eye looking at you and hint that he wanted something. Then, you couldn't help yourself but to fall for that cute little devil face by giving him what he wants. Currently he caught some cough and flu. Pity him. Today was a bit sad because when it's time for me to leave and return to KL he was sleeping so he didn't manage to send me to the bus station. It was quite a heavy feeling for me to leave him as he was sick and the guilt of can't be there to take care of him deepened. I really really had this wish that I wasn't that smart. I can't roll in into the university then I might lead a normal and a plain housewife's lifestyle. The only thing that bothers me is what should I cook for lunch and dinner, is the cloths dry yet, or maybe, should I teach ABC 1st or 1,2,3 to Timothy?Not like here, worrying about assignments, tests, quizzes, exams, lecturer's mood and so on. Maybe Timothy too prefer that I stayed at home so I can play with him more often. He's a sweetheart actually (if the Devil's not awaken) as he would always make this cute yet cool little faces outside and that makes those aunties melt. Maybe he would be a ladykiller when he grows. Even when I'm angry he would try to stop a little and look at my face then starts to make this funny faces to make me laugh again. Actually, having 2 kind of different lifestyle wasn't a bad idea at all. At least I wouldn't be bother to care bout my university for 3 days and wouldn't bother about my house for 4 days. That makes a week. Quite a balance for my phsycological needs. I really hope that after I graduate I could work nearby my home so I could face him 24/7 cause missing him really can be a torture sometimes. Also, I don't want Timothy to grow up where his mother is not often around him. I wish to be at his side everytime. \(*v*)/ Love you, Tim.

What's life without a stand?

A lot of things had happen during my semester break. One of it is that I'm in my 2nd pregnancy. And it's a baby GIRL.Well, having another child, although it's not in my planbook yet but it makes no harm to my current lifestyle since i'm used to it like what I did during my 1st pregnancy. So I'm quite happy bout it. But some individuals doesn't seem very pleased after hearing bout it. 1st: My lecturer. OK. I understand why you're pissed but hey, I can guarantee you that I'm going to graduate next year and I won't delay any of my classes. 2nd: My mom. Well, you know. She wish that I could finish my studies but hey, nobody expect any accident to occur rite? Since it had happened already why making such long face instead of being happy? I don't really like when people think that if something had happen there's no turning point or other options to look at. As if there's only bad things can happen. I had an argument with my mom this afternoon after she babbles bout who's going to take care my 2nd child and how am I going to finish my studies. So once again I have to present a long presentation telling my mum that I have enough time and energy to finish my studies so don't poke over into this matter anymore. We're having some watermelon that my aunty cut to half this noon so while she's trying to babbles me I asked her 1 Question. "Can I have half of the melon that's still inside the fridge?"then my mum ask "Why?" And I told her, "Since you complain so much bout my 2nd child then why don't I just abort my baby?" Then everyone keeps silence till I left. I hate it when people have comments but not to think that they themself have a lot of negativity on things that they judge. But I'm so sorry mom. If you think you can shake my stand and ruin what I hold on, not a chance. I'm not that weak as you think. If you're not being supportive then there's no reason why I should continue sharing my thoughts with you anymore. I'm so sorry.