WHAT A SIGHT!!

Yes... sight...it has never occurred to me that it will affect me so much except of course my short-sightedness since my secondary school days.

Forty-nine going on fifty not only gives me more grey hair, crankiness and wrinkles but worsening eye sight

Long-sightedness or medically known as hyperopia creep ed into my life about a year ago. I was too proud to admit than that I am done with the hill and am now over the hill.

Going into denial definitely is not a wise thing and being vain does not help me either. I refused to seek optometrist advice and the consequence of my vanity makes me an agitated person as I cannot read small prints from newspapers, menus and a lot more other materials which I encounter daily.

Here I am now, surrendering to the gravity of aging as I cannot fight on further fearing that yours truly will one day may not be able to write on this blog due to long-sightedness, far-sightedness what ever you name it.

You can live without sex but not without glasses. Without doubt, it is so true.

So now the first thing to do is pay a visit to the optician and than proceed home to wait for my husband in bed.

Guess it is not such a hugh problem at all and at it's best, I get my sight and sex in order now.

Human are definitely a confused species.

Our feelings are like a triple-loop roller-coaster running on super high speed.

On days when the good hormones rules, we will be riding up high blowing carefree winds on our face and without warning, dark clouds will looms the sky covering the blue sky and swallowing up the clouds.

Sometimes I wonder aloud to myself is it god's way of punishing this merciful servant of his for all the sins he has be felled on earth?

If it is true, I thinks god is not being fair to all.

Not all of his servants are sinner. Innocent people has been wronged, kind people has been hurt, helpless people has been abandoned, women and children has been abused, animals has been tortured and life's has been taken for no reason. And all of these, sadly, are all inflicted by our own kind.

Did god create human and bring them to this world to suffer?

Oh god, please help mankind before they deteriorate further and make this world a better place to live in for all the living things that you have created.

Thank you god if you ever exist.....

A PROUD MOM I AM

My daughter has been playing the clarinet in her school band ever since she was in year 3. I have never give a thought about it until last week when she came home announcing that she will be participating in the 2011 Wind Band Competition. A type of competition that was held for school band in the same region, I guess.

The competition will be held in another school in another part of the town which was alien to me and I was initially feeling fine about it because transportation will be provided by the school.

My normally bored brain has already swung into full action and was brewing up plans for that privilege freedom day.

But the feeling fine feeling was soon diminished the next day when my little girl came home with a ticket in her hand.

She told me that she have to literally lose an arm and leg just to get the ticket.

I look into her eager innocent eye waiting for my answer and my heart just melt.

How can I turn her down when she went all her way out to do this for me and I know that she wanted so badly for me to watch her perform.

So my plans for that fateful rendezvous's day went down the drain  and on the day of the competition, I drive my way to the unknown school and reach there a little-wee-bit late but in time to watch my daughter school perform.

I could not believe the amazing sound when the band started playing. It was in perfect harmony and I was so caught up in the rhythm of the song and was totally blown away when the band played their second number, which is Mambo No 5. It was so vibrant and energetic and the little act that they did was awesome.

My initially plan was to leave right after my daughter band has finished their performance, but hell no, I was practically glue to the seat (except for visiting the toilet). Totally bewitched I was by all the little wonders that performed that morning, I have to humbly admit that I am glad that I drag my lazy bump out of bed that Saturday morning to attend this beautiful and mesmerizing event.

Thank you all you little devils for making my day.

15TH YEARS OF MARRIAGE

20th of October 15 years ago is the day I married my darling and after 15 years of marriage, I have another little darling from our union.

We are always a threesome wherever we go or whatever we do. And today we are sitting in this wonderful Japanese Restaurant celebrating the good fortune that we are blessed with.

I feel blessed to have these two wonderful people in my life and I would not trade anything in the world for it.

I may have made many mistake past and presence but I immersed from it all to be a better person everyday through the guided hands of my beloved family.

There are days when the moon is full and my madness erupted but I am surprised that I can keep it under control unlike during my younger days, I will spiral out of control.

That's what you call love. Ha....a ferocious tiger like me turning into a docile kitten.

It is not always bed full of roses in a marriage though. We have been through some turbulence times but we will always sort out our differences immediately.

By doing that, we will not have any ill-feeling against each other.

I have also learned that compromising, patience and communication goes a long way in a marriage also.

I am no expert in marriage talk but I am willing and am still learning everyday.

Happy 15th Wedding Anniversary to me and my beloved family..

A BATTLE WELL WON

YESSSSS...... I survive, I won the battle.

Finally it is over. Dust, dirt or whatever you are, I prove to you that I can withstand all your destruction and comes out even stronger than before.

It takes 3 months for everything to be finalised but the hard works pays off and of course it also burn a hole in my husband pocket.

Fifteen years ago when we got married, we extended the kitchen only as we were on a budget and the car porch was in it's original state.

Our second renovation to this house now is extending the car porch and erecting a new fence with automatic gate and repainting the whole house. There are also wear and tear that needs to be looked into.

Sounds like very minor job right?

Ha...I was also fooled into thinking that but was I so wrong.

The minute the workman set his foot into the house there is no stopping.....bang, bong, whack...whatever you name it.

I have to admit that all the hard work it was like killing two bird with one stone.

On the positive note, I lost a few kilos of my weight and we get to enjoy an almost new house and the sad news for my husband is the boss of the construction company goes home with a fat check.

Now whenever we are going out or returning home, it is no longer an issue of getting wet if it rains as we have the luxury of sitting in the car and with a magic touch of our tiny weeny thumb, voila....the gate open by itself.

Our pet bunny is also getting fatter now that she is also enjoying a bigger and cooler place.

Yes, hard work it is but it is well worth the effort but I also swear there will be no more renovation to this house anymore.

BATTLE OF THE DUST #2

The drill survived and he brought his friend, the pain (oops....paint).

Paint and drill was a perfect partner in crime.

While Mr Drill was spewing out dust, Miss Paint (yes, they were romantically link) were oozing out her love potion all over the floor. So much for mating of the reno-emo kind.

They were putting on such a good act that it brought tears to my eyes. Not that I am touched by their performance, I am allergic to dust and the irritating odors, fumes, vapors and off-gassing paint. Funny how some people are hook on ammonia sniffing.

Mind you, their job is not done yet. They will be back with a vengeance for the next one month or so because they can sense my fear.

Fear, yes I am.

I fear the cleaning up everytime they are done with their job for the day.

I have never in my entire adult life sweep, vacuum, mop the floor at such uncountable times before .  You name it, mothers of all cleaning and that is what I have been doing for the past one and a half month.

Not to mentioned transporting all the books from the bookshelves from downstairs to upstairs. I think my arm has gotten longer and my feet has gone shorter as a result of this hard labor.


 Hard labor or not, I have to fight this battle to the very end armed with broom and vacuum.

 Meanwhile, I am on the lookout for a surgeon who can restore my arm and feet to its default state.

I am back! But with backache on my back.....

We are having a major renovation on our house and that started 3 weeks back and I cannot imagine how I can go through another month of banging and drilling not to mentioned dust flying around like showering talcum powder blanketing every nooks and crannies.

Being allergic to dust, I was sneezing my head off until my nose looks like a raw burger.

I was braving this war alone as my darling daughter will be in school and my honey husband is at work.

The daily wiping and mopping is giving me nightmare. No joke, it really does.

Sigh...so much for home is but a paradise.

But then again, I guess the end result would be worth all the pain and of course the money well spent.

I can also swear that if ever we were to do it again, it will be for my daughter's wedding. So my little girl, I hope you will not let me go through this nightmare too soon.

So much for all the groaning and moaning. I can hear another wailing sound from the monstrous drill again and it's just too distracting for me to continue writing.

Okay drill, here I come. I will fight and kill you and leave no forensic evidence....