He's four....

He’s four. And he was having a tummy ache.

Complaining to his mummy, he asked why his tummy ached so.

His mummy replied that it happens because it’s his body’s way of communicating.

His tummy makes a phone call to his brain, and his brain will tell him to ask mummy for some medicine.

Placated, the little one took his medicine and settled down.

An hour later, when he felt better, he looked at his mummy square in the face and asked “So what’s my brain’s phone number?”

He’s four. Stunners like that can only come from someone who’s four.

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Close call....

Thank goodness for Phi.

I was driving. Phi sat in the front passager seat, CP behind us.

We came to a junction. To my right, waiting to cross the road, a mother in BRIGHT RED was with her two little girls, holding on to their hands in each of her own.

The mother saw me, and stopped.

I stopped, acknowledged her, and looked to the the left to check for oncoming traffic.

The road was clear.

I started to move.

"JOYCE! JOYCE! JOYCE! Stop!!!!!!!"

I saw nothing. Only Phi's cries asking me to stop registered. Unquestioningly I stopped. And thank goodness I did.

One of the little girls had let go of her mother's hand, and had started to cross the road, barely inches from my bonnet. She was so tiny, I did NOT see her.

If Phi had not called out, I would have run her over for sure.

And that thought still shakes me up.

Thank goodness for Phi.





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I dream…

For those of you in the know, my father passed away in July this year.

The loss brought me grief and sorrow like I’ve never known. Coping is the only thing I can do now, slowly but surely I’m trying to make some semblance of sense into this thing called ‘my life’ now.

I’ve been dreaming of my dad lately.

In my dream, I woke up, my usual happy self, burst out my room door and happily hollered out to him from the upstairs hallway, expecting him to be downstairs, watching either CCTV 9 or National Geographic. Expecting like I always do for his reply, to which I’d answer with our ritual weekend breakfast date.

But silence greeted me.

And then reality hit me. The jolt was severe and sudden. And I awoke. The reality of his loss falling on me like a tonne of bricks.

Weekends will never be the same.


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The Doosh! *swoon*

For those who've known me for many a year, you will remember my intense love affair with "the Doosh".

No, it is not a sanitary device nor is it the sound one makes when air punching or kicking someone.

But excitement is me, cause my dear dear friends, I AM GOING TO SEE THE DOOSH!!!! LIVE!!!! IN PERSON!!!!! IN ALL IT'S VIBRATING GLORY!!!!!!!

Yup! Alan Tham & Hacken Lee concert's this Saturday, and the tickets are in my bag :D:D:D:D

*twirly dance of joy*

Ahhh..... all those hours of looking at that doosh, and imagining it vibrating, moving sensously up and down.....

Ok... this is getting a little TOO cheeky, even for me!

Lol! For those who havent known me for that long, the Doosh is what I had affectionately named Hacken Lee's......... adam's apple.

I admit, I had a thing for it.

And when I was much, much MUCH younger (and stupider goes without saying, but I'm saying it anyways), I had the Doosh syndrome. I called it the Doosh, and had HUGE crushes on guys with Dooshes to match. And ONLY, ONLY if their Dooshes were a respectable size of an apple. Them grapes, strawberries and lychees warranted narry a glance... but ahh.... how my heart skipped a beat when I spotted...... a Doosh.......

And come Saturday, it won't be just any Doosh.... I'll be seeing THE DOOSH!

Oh boy, oh boy OH BOY!!!!!!



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Food.... overload!!!!

Don't get me wrong.

I LOVE, LOVE, LOOOOOOVE food.

And I love, love, looooooooove to over order, especially when people swing by Shah Alam for lunch.

But when we end up ordering 7 full sized dishes that can easily feed 6 just for the 2 of us....

Foodfest # 1

The Nut came by. I brought him to my favouritest thai restaurant in the whole of shah alam.

Butter prawns were on promotion. Yippee! So we ordered some.

Shark's fin soup was on promotion. Yippee! So we ordered some.

Tom yam soup seemed the natural appetizer, so we ordered some.

Mango kerabu there's to die for, so we ordered some.

Shark's fin egg picture looked particularly fetching in the menu, so we ordered some.

Salted fish mee hoon we ordered, because rice has calories...

Thab tim krab to wash it all down, cause it's honestly the cutest sounding desert I know.

and because they were so impressed with us, they gave us a voucher for .... FREE la la! 800gm!

Foodfest # 2

So the next week, MC came by, and I brought him to my favouritest thai restaurant in the whole of Shah Alam.

Butter prawns were STILL on promotion. Yippee! So we ordered some.

Shark's fin soup was STILL on promotion. Yippee! So we ordered some.

Mango kerabu there's STILL my favourite, so we ordered some.

Remember the voucher? La la was free, so naturally we ordered some, with spring onions.

Fish steamed in 3 flavours sounded too sexy not to order, so we ordered one.

We had prawns, shark's fin, la-la and fish. How could we leave crab out? Crab meat tau foo looked nice, so we ordered some.

To balance it all out, crispy glass chicken. Just so it wasn't just any ole' cholesterol fest, so we ordered some.

But note! No rice, which means the meal didn't have any calories! :D

And on both occasions, we finished everything! Well almost.... Thank goodness for long lunches, and thank goodness for quiet afternoons at work!

Anyone else swinging by Shah Alam soon???!??!

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"Tai-Tai Afternoon"

After a few hectic weeks in the office, there was a sudden lull earlier in the week.

So I booked a facial and took off from the office slightly before the bell rang.

In hushed soothing voices and dimmed candle lit ambiance, relaxing music trinkling in the background, they soaked my feet, wrapped me in sarongs, had spa infused relaxing steam waftinto my face, massaged, cleansed, pricked and poked and squeezed and nipped me and finally plonked very soothing face mask on me *i hope i snored not*, then, they woke me up, i was de-saronged, lavender and herb infused steam in my face again, and they were done with me!

I expected to see my face splockled with a thousand little red mementos from all that pricking, but to my great relief.... i looked like... well ... me :D *phew*

So I'm now white, black, red, green or whatever head free, and feeling very tai-tai. Especially since after that 2 hours of facial gymnastics, I walked 3 steps into my gentle yoga class, where I stretched and twisted the rest of me, again to soothing music trinkling in the back ground, soft lights illuminating the studio....

Ahhhhh..... I could get used to this....

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"Potong!"

I did it.

I've chopped it.

My long hair. Chopped.

I am now trying to pass off bits of hair hung from my scalp as a bob.

Which is supposedly really trendy, if I had enough hair to make the look work...

But with this much less hair length, the savings on shampoo is great :D

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