Say yes to AES!

I respect the law. 

I would pay the summonses.  But officer, I am a mother.  Boleh kurang sikit tak?

Partayyy!!!

The Preparation

I meant the cake.  The cakes.  We had a double birthday celebration at the girls' school for Iris and Iesha.  And so I tried to have cakes that they will remember forever.  I did ask them what kind of cakes they want for their birthday.  Iris wanted Barbie cake, while Iesha asked for frog cake.  Both requests shocked me out.  We didn't have Barbie in house, not even Ken.  And frog?  Finally I got them white plain cakes and decorated them myself.  I ordered the white cakes in the bakery and got the edible cake toppers in another shop specialized in Wilton's stuff: International Center of Cake Artistry in Dataran Sunway.

 The white plain cake.  See how beautiful the frosting is.

 I decorated it with M&Ms.

 Top it with edible gifts!

 I hope they would remember these.

 Even it wasn't Barbie.

 Nor frog.

 But don't you love it?

 At least I love it.

Final product!

Happy Birthday Dear Iris

You are four.  

My love pour.  

Not on the floor.  

Neither in store.

But only for:

You.

Happy birthday dear Iris.

xoxo,

Mummy

Anya's Enganged!

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!

Happy Birthday Bapak!

Loving, caring, genius, soft-spoken, adorable, well-mannered-you are all we could ever wish for!  

Happy birthday handsome!

The Last Sprint

On your mark!

Girls, seat belts please.

This is what happened when their father pick them up at school. (Obviously we need extra car seats).

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!