Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Selamat Hari Raya 2012!
We wish you and your family happy and blessed Aidilfitri!
Makan kuih raya tu, ingat-lah kat kami ye!
Nak duit raya!
Monday, August 13, 2012
Happy Birthday Bapak!
Loving, caring, genius, soft-spoken, adorable, well-mannered-you are all we could ever wish for!
Happy birthday handsome!
Friday, August 10, 2012
Girls, seat belts please.
This is what happened when their father pick them up at school. (Obviously we need extra car seats).
Friday, August 3, 2012
Of confused mind
Initially I started this blog for my daughters to read, when
they are able to read. But with the
increasing number of entries, I sensed the intended readers shifted to my
silent readers, or at least I have some.
And with this is mind, I manipulated the way I write. Not that the entries weren’t true, but I tried
to show the good parts, leaving out the ‘Mak Tiri’s part of me (read:Mak Tiri in
Cinderella fairy tale). I did raise my
voice over my daughters when they purposelessly spilt the milk on newly mopped
floor. I did bribe them just to ensure they eat the
greens. I did buy bucket of KFCs
whenever I feel like not cooking. The only
good thing is I never hit them.
Thus (I always feel this word ‘thus’ is excessively scholarly
word), the confusion hits me. Should I privatize
my blog, or shouldn’t I? This unstable
state of mind leave out my blog with spider webs (direct translated: Oh sudah
lama blog ni ditinggalkan, dah bersawang).
Another thought hits me, I have my favorite readers who love me the way I
am, be it Mak Tiri or Mak Tak Tiri, so it is unjust for me to ignore them. Then comes the ‘riya’ part, the scariest
part. What the readers translated is
what I scared the most. No, no, no! That is not the scariest! The thing inside me is. Even with initial good intention
of the entry, I still cannot manage my mind and thought when them good readers
said good things about my daughters, and sort.
The point is, do I really have readers? And that smacked me back. I hope I have fewer than few. This thought soothes me. I can then write freely. I have few activities with them lately and I need
to write for them to read, when they are able to read. But with all the aforementioned (another
scholarly word) confusions, I hold back.
Now, define your objective.
Oh, of confused mind!
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