do the baby bop hop!...

about an hour ago, my lil' ms. vea received another gift from her dear grandparents...an item most parents can't wait to buy (one of the 'million' things parents can't wait to buy): the WALKER...

oh but this ain't just walker...a 2-in-1 Walker & Cradle...just like the Autobots, it transforms (not so easily) from one function to the other...

so as usual with any new item...we just couldn't wait to put the parts together and place the lil' angle right in...and wait for 'the walk' to happen...

strange ain't it?...one moment you're dying to see her walk towards you...run, skip and hop around...the next moment you're so afraid to let her out of your sight...killing yourself for even a single scratch...

(jeez...i'm really turning into a real mommy, aren't i?)..*sigh*

"next station, FREEDOM...next station, FREEDOM"...

7.29 am…I am in line, waiting for the next train…with over 50 people from different walks of like (with and without their face masks)…their either staring at others, or just staring in mid air…

7.31am…the train arrives…we all rush in…and today, I didn’t manage to get a seat…the train moves…

“approximately 3 mins to the next stop…not more than 4 mins from one stop to another…for another…like…10 stops…”…

I find myself in disgrace…actually calculating every minute…when everybody else around me, “my fellow sardine mates” I call them…are just waiting patiently…like they always do, every single weekday of their lives…till they retire…

But deep inside…I know…every single one of them…just wants to be free…regardless of where their hearts and minds are at that present moment…they just want to be free…

8.01 am…I’m off this one…onto another one…

*sigh*

*choot chooo..(chuga chuga chuga chuga)..choot chooo*...

“So I walked under a bus, got hit by a train…
Keep falling in love, which is kind of the same…
I sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane…
But it felt so good, I’m gonna do it again…”

Buses & Trains, Bachelor Girl

Sound familiar?...yes ladies…aren’t those the exact words that best describe our feelings every time we fall in and out of L.O.V.E?...and no matter how much it hurts…we keep doing it again…and again…and again…

*sigh*…oh well…

you had a bad (hair)day...

"you had a bad day,

you’re taking one down,
you sing a sad song
just to turn it around…”

Bad Day, Daniel Powter

BEAUTY is pain...

I said that to a friend who was complaining how her colored lenses hurt her eyes last week…I told her I applied for a free hair treatment to treat my (hopefully treatable) hair loss issue I faced since I was given the title MOMMY (on Valentines Day this year)…

We laughed…but honestly…it’s really not that funny…

No God, please don’t get me wrong…it’s not that I am not thankful, or that I’m complaining…ok sorry, I am…a bit…

Huhu…

little miss sunshine...

s.m.i.l.e…a five letter word I carry with me every single minute of the day, everyday…I am told that I have a great one…it’s a gift of ALLAH s.w.t…and I’m oh so blessed…

it’s so overwhelming…the thought that your smile makes someone else feel good…but most importantly, how does it make you feel inside?...

trust me, it feels good when u do it…even when you have to fake it at 1st, but in an instant (maybe what…2.5 seconds?), it really makes u feel better…

i’ve been doing it all my life…my dear-sometimes-miserable-yet-exciting-L.I.F.E…

so yeah, try it!!!...Say cheese!!!!

P/S: Ok, I still wonder who came up with the phrase ‘say cheese’…and why…heck, I even caught myself trying out other words that when pronounced, will produce the same facial expression…a note to those who think they’re teeth are good enough to make an appearance: yes, u can stick to Cheese…or Me, We, Pee (haha!)…while others, please find other words…

yes, ma'am...may i help you?...

ramadhan...a whole month of purity, prayers, extreme control of word vomits and gossip floods...and then...comes Hari Raya...a month of forgiving, (without any more 'duit raya'), and extreme control from non-stop food binging...what have i gained and/or lost for the past year?LOTS i shall say...both GOOD and BAD...towards family, peers, my beloved rookster...jeez...it's getting scary...oh dear, might as well take this opportunity to ask the Almighty Allah for all the forgiveness i can ask for, right?...

a sneaky peeky at 2007

thank you Allah s.w.t., for I am blessed…

a’kum and a very good day to all…from all walks of life…

2 years have passed since my last note…damn…wonder what the hell i’ve been up to last year???….hmmm…lets see…(in order of appearance)
1) dec ‘06 - quit my job at astro
2) jan ‘07 - moved to another state called malacca
3) mar ‘07 - shifted to seremban (for 2 months) - worked there for 2 months
4) may ‘07 - almost lost a 5yr relationship due to ‘avoidable’ circumstances
5) may ‘07 - shifted back to malacca
6) june ‘07 - got myself a job in kl - shifted back to kl
7) july - nov ‘07 - non-stop roller coaster rides to never-neverland
8) dec ‘07 - got married

wow…i can’t say its been the most interesting year ever..but then i think 2007 was the year that god just wanted to say to me "jeehan, wake up! pray,damn it!count your blessings…change what you think needs changing…and accept the things (good or bad) that i have or shall give you…"…nice…

sadly, throughout that most memorable year…i’ve almost lost everything: sanity, money, time, courage, strength, dignity…and most importantly, family and friends…

to all, truly accept my deepest apology…for the words and things that i have or have not said and done… thank you for showing me what ‘life’ means to me…

always believe: for things to change, I MUST CHANGE 1ST!

yours sincerely,
me

This entry was posted on Sunday, April 20th, 2008 at 10.51 pm on Friendster

dance with my father again...

my first blog…hmmm…oh well..here we go...

of all the things that i have brought with me throughout my life, the one thing i can never leave behind is the presence of my father..in my mind, my heart, and soul…

ppl say u’ll grow out of it…u don’t need ur parent/parents as much as u did before…ur expected to learn the tru beauty/beast of life on ur own…coz sooner or later they will go, whether u like it or not…the thing is…is it really true?i tot i was...

until lately, my daddy-o decided to get into conversations of which all his sentences began with "If anything happens to me (clearly a euphamism of IF I DIE….)"…hmmm…then it came clear to me that i was not ready…and i will never be really prepared…to be on my own…but as i try to move along with my daily life tyring to BE PREPARED…

all i keep telling myself is : no matter how much u dread hearing another word of advice/lecture/n at most times, nags…no matter how much u hate the ways they tell u how to rule ur life…its never too late to tell them how much they mean to u…as they say "u don’t know what u’ve got till it’s gone"…

This entry was posted on Sunday, February 12th, 2006 at 1:13 am on Friendster

addicted...to?

addict (with the meaning of "delivered, devoted") was in 1529 and comes from Latin addictus, pp. of addicere ("deliver, yield, devote," from ad-, "to" + dicere, "say, declare").^[1]
Addiction was a term used to describe a devotion, attachment, dedication, inclination, etc.

hmmm…devotion, attachment, dedication, inclination…somehow i can relate to every single word!!!…in every little way…i am AN ADDICT!…to what?who?when?where? and why?…what?
L.O.V.E…who?my family,husband and close friends…when?where?anytime,everywhere!…but WHY????….that, I DON’T HAVE A CLUE!!!!god damn it i JUST DO!…
…addicts…aren’t we all?…
This entry was posted on Friday, May 16th, 2008 at 6:56 am on Friendster