Beautiful Things In Life: February 2009

February 25, 2009

Playroom Pt.1

I want to convert this area into playroom / play corner for my kids.

1^st I'm gonna change the curtain, looking for something brighter.

Then I’ll need these..

for the toys :

and for the books :

Sekarang amat lah tertarik dengan perabot warna putih, kat mane nak cari?

How I wish Kuching ada sebijik Ikea..pasti hidup lebih ceria.

Plus, eyeing for table and chairs yang macam ni

Cute isn't it?!

Hopefully the outcome will looks something like this..

or like this.. angan-angan saja bah!

February 22, 2009

February 20, 2009

25 Random Things

Got tagged by Sri Nor Jaiha, tag ni dari Facebook sebenar nyer, saya jawap kat sini jer yer..
Jangan mare...
It took me few days gak untuk buat bende ni.

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.

Hobi saya makan
Dulu saya kurus, tp sekarang dah gemuk (no. 1 punya pasal la)
Saya suka tengok cerita perang, especially perang zaman dulu², kalo yang modern punya, sekali tembak dah mati tu tak thrill sgt
Saya tak suka tengok cerita hantu
Dulu masuk sekolah cina, ambil subject Mandarin sampai tingkatan 3, tp sekarang tak reti baca tulisan cina pun
Tak suka perjalanan darat jarak jauh, sebab saya cepat mabuk
Suka snorkeling, paling best snorkeling kat Pulau Perhentian. Snorkeling kat Pulau Sapi tak best sgt, sebab byk speedboat yang lalu, saya pun mabuk laut. Ada rezeki nak snokerling kat Pulau Redang
Suka makan keropok lekor yang original dari Terengganu
Cita-cita tak tinggi, masa kecil tak terpikir pun nak masuk university
Paling kurang setahun sekali mesti bercuti ke luar Sarawak.
Benda paling berharga – family
My hubby – my classmate in form 4 and form 5
Tak suka pergi PC fair, sebab terlalu crowded
Malas iron baju, hantar ke laundry jer, pakai baju kronyok pun tak kisah.
Don’t like political issues
Tak suka window shopping, penat tau…prefer online shopping
Suka buat spa treatment
Tak pernah sekolah tadika
Never taken any tuition class, ajar class tuition ada
Suka blogging, walaupun tak reti nak mengarang, dah ada website sejak zaman geocities lagi, tp dah tak ingat url
Masa kecil makan ABC cuma nak kacang sahaja, dah besar ni, nak ABC tanpa kacang pulak
Percayakan kesedarhaan, semua benda mesti kena balance, tak boleh over-acting. So I don’t believe in ‘Buat yang terbaik’ – mcm AF tu, masa final jer buat terbaik, masa lain macam hampeh..buat ape!
Tak nak bagi derma kat peperangan, tak kisah la kepada mangsa ke, kepada yang buat senjata ke. Perfer derma kepada org miskin or bencana alam.
Perenang sungai yang kira hebat, sungai menjadi kawasan permainan masa kecil (Sungai Sarawak Kanan), tp tak suka mandi laut, masin, sakit mata!
Pemalas

Nak tag member yang ada facebook, yang takde facebook pun sila la balas jika sudi:
One other
Sumuk
Reza

February 19, 2009

Friendship Awards

a FRIENDSHIP AWARDS from Nadia

makaseh ya!

I want to pass this award to :

Fonsusz
Corn

February 18, 2009

Nabau - Sarawak Anaconda

*berita dan gambar ni pernah keluar di Utusan Sarawak sometime last week.

Issit a snake?
Issit a boat?
Issit a wave?
Or issit just your imagination?

February 11, 2009

Not that far; it's in Samajaya, a place called My Restaurant, you can spot it from the roundabout.

This restaurant specialised in pork; macam-macam jenis masakan disediakan...

Inilah kedai makan nyer.

Jum masuk ke dalam.

Here's what we ordered:

Watermelon Juice - RM5.50

This is the ceasar salad - RM20.00, served with bacon and baked chicken. It's fresh, crispy, cheesy..just the way i want it to be!

And this is the Char Pork Rib - RM38.00,

served with smoked sauce, bacon, baked patato and coleslaw.

Ini pula ialah budak nakal,
kita nak ambil gambar dia, dia pun sibuk nak ambil gambar kita.

Memang sedap lah, kalau dapat hari-hari nak makan kat sini.

February 9, 2009

Stop the rain

The rain has finally stopped in Kuching.

Tengok tu, rumput di tepi rumah pun dah tinggi memanjang.

Lama betul dah tak buat gardening, so here's my latest project.

Madagascar Periwinkle

Ini pula kailan yang dah ditanam beberapa minggu yang lepas, masih baby lagi.

Eugene & Mummy

My son Eugene is now 2 years, 4 months 2 weeks and 5 days old.

Hari ni mummy bangun lambat, so daddy dah turun kerja awal.
Tinggal la Mummy and Eugene, masa nak bawa Eugene ke rumah babysitter; Eugene yang masih malas-malas atas katil :

Mummy : Eugene, jum pergi rumah Titi (Aunty)
Eugene : Mummy kerja kah?
Mummy : Yoh (yup)
Eugene : Eugene tinggal di rumah jak, baring kat sini dengan dog (sarung bantal dia banyak gambar dogs)

Sedih nyer Mummy dengar, rasa nak jer ambil EL hari ni.

Mummy : Nanti siapa nak bagi Eugene mandi? Siapa nak bagi Eugene makan?
Eugene : Eugene dah mandi, Eugene dah makan (maksud dia yesterday la tu)
Mummy : Mummy kena pergi kerja, nanti mummy belikan chocolate ok?
Eugene : OK. (terus bangun)

Nasib baik la senang nak pujuk si kecil ni.
Mummy misses you already.

February 4, 2009

Lawak Banjir

* kawan mek forward tok tek.
Sakit perut mek tetak tok eh.
Thanks friend for making my day!

'Tok mun sik cayak gik mok ambik emergency leave nang sik tauk gik lah'

p/s: gambar ada censored sikit auk

A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me.
I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now.

What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.

Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's __expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!"

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the
university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.
That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university...

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,"There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.

The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile,"

It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."

I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the
construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not >stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,

"Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You ar suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30 years old when he married a farm girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"

Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.
Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home.

One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.

She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks.

From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

*Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life.*
You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.