TAHNIAH BELANJA CUMA RM5

char kueh tiaw - RM 3
satay singgit 3 cucuk - RM 1
keropok lekor - RM 1

= haha RM 5 sahaja!!!

SELAMAT BERPUASA happy bersungkei !

Kedak orang lain juak, aku mauk sihat sejahtera selalu. Tapi aku pun kedak orang lain juak lah sebab aku pun sakit juak walaupun sentiasa berharap sihat. Faham sik apa kerepak ku tok??

~LoL

OK lah...post ariya aku madah ku sakit, kali lah virus H1N1 yang ringan, nama pun kerja ngan public kan? Pakey la mask ka, cuci tangan ribu-ribu rina kali ka, tetap juak kenak tempias sakit nya. Nang imposssipazel lah sik kenak. Sakit bebenar la aku sik la sakit bulak nak; makan sik lalu, masak la apa pun memang sik rasa nyaman. Tido sik puas-puas sampey sakit badan ne ndak alah gurin ajak-ajak. Sakit palak iboh jak lah, nang berpapan-papan panadol makan ku, asa berdenyut2. Muscle nang sakit semua, sikboh jak ngarap la orang sakit mok nulong molah keja rumah. Nasib la aku setakat batuk ajak sikda sore throat ngan asma. Mun ndak kenak kuarantin la aku tek nak? Berblogging dalam wad. Hari tok..aku rasa sihat dikit. Sik la merinsak rasa, ubat pun dah habis cuma tinggal tunggu antibodi semulajadi badan bekerja sendiri. Ingus agik ada, sora agik sik sama, tapi badan nang ada sihat rasanya. Orang madah mun dah sakit sikkan sakit agik musim ya, bena kah?

Bah tok bukan la kes nya. Adapun kisah betul mok ku usha tok adalah bersempena bulan posa yang setat esok. SELAMAT BERPUASA kepada kawan-kawan yang berposa, kepada yang sik berposa selamat mentekedarah bazaar ramadhan. Haruslah kita ngangkut segala-gala juadah yang dijual di tamu nun kelak. Musim posa tok nang pelik-pelik barang makan yang timbul. Nama-nama makanan nang aku bebal; aku beli sama ada sebab nya pelik, nampak nyaman or simply kacak. hahaha.... Beli kak ya sik makan, hidang pakey kenyang mata jak. Paling bagus mun ku beli kak ya makan sambil jalan di tamu'. Tapi sik sopan nak makan berdiri, marah cikgu Rahmat ngan aku, kenak lekok palak gik kedak dolok. Pokoknya nang bulan posa tok bulan aku membazir lah. Beli-beli-beli-sik-makan-habis-masuk-peti ais-keras-buang-beli baru! Budus sik? Nang siktauk bersyukur ada kemampuan makan sampey berbazir segala.

Tapi susah sebenarnya mauk mengawal nafsu berbelanja di tamu. Selagi ada duit pecah (hehe ne sik pecah sengaja mbak RM50) selagi ya la angkut plastik hitam, biru, putih, merah nak kerek-kerek ya. So last year mpun bulan posa aku belajar nahan dirik so aku share ngan takorang yang sik posa tapi rajin mentekedarah bazaar ramadhan. Orang nak posa sik dapat la mok ikut kelas mak tok ho? Unless la kitakorang sanggup berbuka selamba katak di tamu jak. Tapi mun mauk beli pakey makan sefamily paksa la tapau kan..so sik terpakey la tips aku tok.

Tips tok bagi yang agik single, isik rongan kedirik la, atau kitakorang keja shift nak suka ngelayor dekat-dekat masa mok sungkei. Ngegeh kan? Sik posa mauk juak sungkei bagai.

1. Ngembak sikit duit. Paling banyak pun RM15. Paling bagus RM 10 jak sorang.

2. Pertama beli aik, minum kan. RM1 @ RM2

3. Ngagak buntut manok, beli dan makan terus secucuk. Ya alas perut namanya. RM2

4. Bila perut dah ada isik aik, ada buntut manok, kurang lahapnya.. Terus la beli desert kuih ka buah ka, sak selera makan tergendala sekejap. Perut kita tok perlu masa hantar isyarat slow ke otak madah tahap sebenar 'kelaparan' rongan kita. RM1

5. Ilek la bejalan survey tamu sambil nanga mpuan/laki kacak, perasan kacak atau sik kacak lalu sementara nunggu perut ngeluar isyarat. 5 minit kedak ya. Nah.. kurang sebenarnya serakah kita kak ya. So dengan baki kira-kira RM 10 @ RM5 ya, beli la sigek main course seperti nasik beriyani ka laksa ka apa-apa la yang ingin tek untuk kitakorang makan di opis atau di rumah (single tek nak..). Makan dan minum dengan aik kosong jak, tek dah minum manis.

Tada!!!! Jimat sik? Aku last year limit RM10 jak pakey ku sorang, keja malam selalunya la. Tapi sik boleh la berbajet mun mauk mbak pulang nak? Sik cukup pakey mak-bapak mentua, laki dan ipar duai kita.


So, untuk yang single, cukup-cukup la RM10 ya OK? Jaga makan, jaga bajet dan jaga kesihatan. Dalam seminggu 3 kali ngabas tamu boleh la,,jangan jak hari-hari nak? Dah! Baruk jak sihat, alu la...hehe..

Selamat Berpuasa!!! Biar posa setengah hari, jangan posa setengah hati! Yang bercinta (Pak Dukun..) jangan sampey lupak kitakorang ya posa... Jaga tingkah laku ya! Untuk yang jauh di sebelah benua (YB Oon) jangan sedih, kira positive side lah penah merasa beposa dan raya di tanah orang. Kepada divarina-divarina pula, kurangkan lazer, sebelum nganok orang mintak maaf dolok. OK la..babai...


XoXo

I'M DOWN...Down...down...

Uh!!! Can weekend be so unfortunately unenjoyable?

Last Saturday I had a very BAD fever. That plus running nose, headache, and dry cough. Worried it might be H1N1 thing I decided to be checked at the MGH. My friends recommended private clinics but I remembered somebody from MCMC told me any H1N1 suspected case will be refered to GH. Why waste time going around so to MGH I went.

I hadn't had a single meal since breakfast that day, I just can't eat anything. So with just milo fueling me up I felt like I was going to faint right there in front of the ER. However I managed to pull up enough energy to go through check-up and pick up my meds.

And this is where they got to my nerve. While I was feeling like I'm dying, I have to climb my way up and walk to the very end of the block to claim my meds, wtf? . Why the HELL was the pharmacy placed so far away from check-up area? How if we the sick who are too weak to even get off the chair let alone walk up the stairs drop down and ended up dead knocking our head on hard floor?

Though I can admit there was an improvement in term of staff service (though I seriously believe it was because my MA was a male,flirt factor), there are still so many rooms for improvement. It's been more than 15 years since my last GH visit. Maybe some 20 more years to go before I can be satisfied with our hospital's public service quality.

There you go, now i have to swallow 16 antibiotic pills, 3 flu pills, 30ml cough syrup and 6 panadols a DAY for 5 days! Great... So there, I hope I'll be OK soon. But for now, allow me some good rest. You healthy fellows, enjoy your day, wear your mask, use instant antibacterial hand sanitizer, eat proper meal and PRAY that you don't get sick.

*and my ear felt numb, my body still feels tight~sigh~

FOR THE STONE THROW AWAY

~finally~
he's coming back to me
he's coming back home
so close
I'm counting the hours
yet felt so long
it's OK
~sigh~

this song is just right, so right

CRY WHEN U CAN'T SAY A THING

~after sometime I realized I can't sit still, lets post anyway

Why do we women cry a lot? Can't we be more ignorant like men? Can we pretend that cut in our heart is just a momentary pain? Can't we just smack his face instead of crying like a fool begging him to stay when we know he can't wait to walk away? Why do we make a shit out of ourselves when there are a lot more men waiting for us to find? Why are we women always hoping that there's a perfect man left in this world when we know that we are NOT perfect either.

Woman is a crying creature. She'd cry since the day she was born, when she's happy, when she's in pain, when she's in love, when she's angry, whenever practically. Some are even expert in crying their way into winning an argument. But do we have to cry all the time? What do we hope to gain from our wasted teardrops? And mind you...man don't understand tears.

I myself quit hoping long time ago. And now I ended up with a beautifully flawed Mr Vai. He's not a bit perfect, and I like the way he flawed. Seasoned and ripe of life's experience. We have our fair share of argument now and then, but still all those downtime made us know each other better. Men will always be men, so sometimes he can't understand why I'm overboardly upset. And like other girls, my fit of anger is always exaggerated. Unlucky I am, he's not the kind who will say sorry. To him his act shows 'em. And I have to make do with that, meaning mending my own broken heart.

But I on the other hand have my own bad apple. I'm not a good cook, I'm irritating and annoying to many point, not many can stand my cynical choise of remark and most of the time I tend to slip into negative thinking. But that doesn't sum me up. Mr Vai said that I'm a good girl, honest, sweet, kind hearted and cute without even trying. There are other good things about me of course, but that's all I would put to list.

To sum up everything, there's no point crying over a man. But if you love him so much, cry anyway. If crying makes you feel better, cry anyway. If crying can win you sympathy, just drown the universe. I always felt overwhelmed to the point that I can't mouth a word, felt chocked up, I ended up crying all the time. So its OK to cry.

MY SYSTEM

My head hurts

My muscle~tiny~ sore

I feel lazy

Nobody really updated anything so won't I

Resting uncomfortably

Why doesn't it rain yet?

ODDS OF WINNING A LOTTERY

LIFE IS A GAMBLE - who came up with that one?

If there is an establishment able to cure lottery addiction I'd certainly drag Mr Vai through the door. True, like many men out there my Mr Vai can't seem to have enough of attempt buying with the hope of winning the 4D Magnum, countless TOTO and the forever 'so close to hit' CASHSWEEP. While I don't understand the 'permutation' concept, he is always well versed on the terms and concepts.

Yes he's overseas now, but that doesn't stop him from buying in any sense if he wants to. He got his friend on-call with debit account to my knowledge and annoyance. And there's online gaming. This is when technology does the dirty deed. But I'm glad anyhow, he IS slowing down on betting games. Guess all the money down the drain isn't as much an investment he once sees it as. Never winning can dampen any player's spirit 'eh?

Back to the topic, what is the ODD of ever winning lottery? After doing my 2 hours research on the net I wouldn't want to dish out exact figure because I thought the numbers are really made-up most of the time, but take the figures as nearly correct. However after 2 grueling hours enslaving my eyeballs in front of the pc, I think buying big or buying small doesn't make the whole investment its worth. If you are cursed to always have a black cat somewhere around your universe or your line where you are queing is always slower, chances of winning will be very LOW. Yeah...luck plays MAJOR role in winning.

Speaking of odds;

Mega TOTO 6/52 may well be said at 1:20,358,520

TOTO Jackpot 6/49 in another hand is 1:13,983,816

And the craziest mind-bogging part will be 4D
- to have all possible numbers between 0000 to 9999 you will have to spend RM10K. That is to win FIRST prize down to consolations. Is this a mega-permutation?


Oh My God!!! Why did I do that research? Now Mr Vai will think RM10K is worth investing. Blame the www again! I can't resist it. My mom is more of an addict than my dad.

And how do we live with all our extra spending every 3 draws a week plus 2 or 3 random special draws? How do we allow complaining on food price hike-up and turn a blind eye to our vast 'investment'? Is our car number really lucky? Is there really a trend in numbers that wins?

OK or forgive me on that bad luck remark just now, is it possible karma will interfere in such way that a world-beaten fellow usually wins the dough? How about the first time punters? Ever, I heard a first-timer who bought RM5 of 6D received a sum of RM500,00. How unfair is that?

Now I believe I made the point. It doesn't matter how much tou buy, it is how lucky you are. Unless of course, if you are a statistics freak who believes in probabilities. And unless if you happen to be dreaming of Choy Sun Doa or your right palm itches then it is wise to consider investing!

Seriously... Can I annoy you more?

-written by a disturbed mind-

HARUSLAH AKU BANGGA OON!

Tok tribute yang aku janjikan untuk komentator nama OON.

Ya aku suka ko, nang begagan jak asa nyawa bila malam tadik bukak belog alu la nampak sigek komen dalam post BM/BI/BMS. Bukak ku nanga, wah! Bukan sebarang sigek komen.. Sigek komen ya dari OON!!!-juh kita jerit sama2-

OMG! OMG! OMG! -camya la tek ku kenak attack fit tek, sambil tangan mengipas-ngipas pipi gebu ku..hehehe...sempat muji dirik..apakah???

Mun kitakorang pembaca senyap (yalah sikmauk komen, OON agik sudi ngomen walau sekerat kata,thanks OON) rasa heran kenak aku datang sot maka baruk jak sigek komen galakan ringkas. OK la...perasan sik post marek ya adalah yang pertama seumpamanya aku nulis BMS? Sik la aku expect sapa-sapa mok ngomen gilak post debut kedak ya nak? So bagi aku jauh sekali la mok ngarap orang kedak OON take notice tulisan aku. uhuhuhu!!!! Bangga aku!

Tambah gila aku bila ku bukak blog OON kiranya tek mok nerimak kasih la ngan OON tek nak, aku nanga ada blog aku dalam blog roll nya. Aih...bena ka? Alu la datang gila agik aku, bergoleng-goleng aku atas karpet bulu sambil meluk bantal.. Sukk!!

Kenak aku bangga dirik? Bukan aku sorang jak ditanga OON. Yes, aku tauk tapi sik kisah kitakorang pikir apa, bak kata aku sebelum tok, sukatikumpun. Ada sebabnya;

Pertama, aku minat OON - he's hilarious!
Kedua - walau nya jauh di UK sik la nya lupak BMS kebanggaan kita, aku tabiknya.
Ketiga - aku banyak belajar vocabulary dari blog nya. So murid sokong cikgu la tok.
Keempat - only a true divarina knows a real divarina, no question!
Kelima - kelak ku mikir alasan lain OK? hehehe...

Ada la..kawan aku Sasha YM marek madah post BMS aku nang poret'z. Yakah? Ya ku madah...mun ku nulis dalam BMS gerenti akan gaya ya. Marek baruk komen isu nationalisme, belum gik ku start nganok orang. Tapi bak kata OON tek, aku akan selalu-selalu nulis dalam BMS pasal isu-isu yang aku rasa lebih feel dalam BMS berbanding BI bahasa muyang ku tek.

Actually aku ada juak la ngikot blog nemiak Sarawak selain OON tek nak, aku baca NANG DUEY, PAK DUKUN, LADYKIKI dan banyak lagik..sik terkabei ku nulis semua sebab sik dibayar untuk berbuat demikian. adeh....

Sungguh aku maca blog sidak, aku harap aku siklah terlalu terpengaruh cara penulisan sidak, sekadar belajar bahasa jiwa bangsa kita orang yang diam atas pokok tepi sungei (kan orang malaya pikir kita duduk atas pokok, kuang-kuit pakei perahu). Aku nulis macam ne aku klakar. Ashley, jauh gik aku mok nulis kedak dak OON koh.. Standard aku macam budak tadika KEMAS ya jak. Benarkan aku mencipta corak ikut citarasa aku mpun.

Sikda pernah ku sebut 'larikkkk....' dalam idup ku selama aku dah aktif klakar BMS. So there's no reason lah aku mok nulis 'larikkk....' dalam blog aku semata-mata sebab OON nulis kedak ya unless tiba-tiba aku habit nyebut ya. Dan aku sikda makey sayap-sayap Victoria Secret tok, aku boleh jalan runway ya pompong jak and still stun the world. adehhh lagik... Tauk pompong ya apa? b*g*l bah.. birthday suit kata muyang ku. Yah!!

Aku baruk jak setat beloging, agik baru, so memang belum pandey gilak. Tapi kinek tok nang tengah banyak idea mok nulis dalam BMS lah. Agik bersemangat taik pusak Hello Kitty kan? Bahasa muyang aku gine? Tulis juak..cuma makin berwarna-warni lah blog aku ikut mood dan kepandaian aku mengekspresi maksud kata hati. eeee!!! rindok ati..

Kepada YB2, politikus yang rasa dirik mulia dan mere mortals di luar sana, tunggu lah, aku akan bicara soal kalian.

And to regular, sorry to upset you with my BMS blogs, yes, I know some of you might find it difficult to understand. But I'll continue to blog in multi language, so no worries.

XoXo

-adeh-aku, BI, BM dan BMS

Meggimee asked me during our usual YM chit-chat why don't I blog in Malay? BM fail kah? Hello....first of all, BM SPM aku A1 kau.. Bukan apa, asal aku blogging in BM/BMS jak aku rasa memang aku akan switch to bitchy-poretzy-mode. Menyakitkan hati orang jak. Huh..

Ok lah.. My tribute to my third tongue language., or fourth? I'm not sure. But far from writting in standard sekolah BM, why not I write in BMS (bahasa melayu sarawak) stail aku mpun. Ada BM yang difaham orang Malaya, ada BMS yang kita-kita Sarawak jak tauk, ada BI juak, ne boleh tinggal bahasa muyang aku ya koh.. Hahaha. Perasan orangputih. Pedulik ku. Belog aku, sukati ku mpun. Kali juak lah ninek muyang ku dolok ada berskandal kedak Memey-Norman-Abby ngan dak Brookes. Ahak..adoieh... Kenak sumpah aku ngan ninek muyang ku kelak eih..

Ntah? So to show that I'm really a true Sarawakian, the true epitome of unity. Malaysia masih kureng ke-epitoman-nya yang selalunya hanya bersandarkan diversity kaum di Semenanjung Malaysia. Kalau masa ucapan YB2 mesti they say 'Malaysia ni harmoni, buktinya kita hidup aman dan harmoni, tak kira Melayu, Cina dan India'. Kan? So aku ada kecik hati dikit mauk amik Malaysia as a model to true meaning of unity.

Kita di Sarawak pula ada kira-kira 30 pecahan etnik to begin with. Belum kira masjid sebelah gereja, topekong bengarey jak sitok sia. Kita masuk rumah panjang dak Iban sik kira apa agama terimak ajak lah sambutan 'miring' daknya. Ada kita kisah? Sikda.. Kubur Cina sebelah kubur Kristian, seberang jalan kubur Islam. Apakah... Hidup mahu racist, mati tahu pulak berjiran. Tapi kita Sarawak tok nang model lah, imagine jak cina Sarikei ya boleh tutur Iban selamba katak.

Eh..ngeraco rah lain, maka tek klakar pasal BM dan BMS. Ok lah. Asal cerita bahasa budaya bangsa. Aku masa belajar sikda gilak begaul ngan nemiak melayu koh.. Sinun ngan sitok pun sik betul disebutku, I didn't really know the difference! Kawan-kawan aku banyak cina. So auto-pilot jak mulut ku speaking bahasa Harry Potter. Time ya dolok nang aku femes lah, kamus bergerak. Nang kamus Oxford carik terburei ya kebanggaan aku sebab Mr. Manon (tribute benar tok, ya bukan pseudo nya, nang nama benar) madah kamus carik retinya fully utilised. Nang aku baca kamus ya, my favourite reading material. Di rumah aku pun sama, bapak aku klakar bahasa penjajah (tok kata politikus dan aktivis BM negara lah..matilah...) ngan aku. Mak aku sik lah, nya ya pandey tapi sikmok nunjuk ngan orang bahawasa nya pandey klakar orangputih. So sik salah ku madah first tongue aku English. Ehehheh... Why? Sebab aku rasa mun aku diberik exam bahasa native aku ngan BI kali aku ace agik test BI. Adeh....paduhal...

BMS pulak hanya mula dikuasai mula aku masuk keja, bila aku harus bergaul ngan sidak warna-warni Sarawak tok. Mula-mula ya kekok juak, even sampey kinek tok mun dimbak besusei BMS ada-ada jak aku sik paham maka pause lah conversation tek nanyak apa reti words nak diguna nya tek. Ehehehe... Bahasa-bahasa klasik BMS nang aku sik berapa reti koh... Standard BMS pasar jak aku. BM standard sikboh tanyak lah, time aku di Malaya dolok nang orang sik tauk aku Sarawakian koh.. Siap klakar 'ade lah tu..' kedak orang KL gitu. Aku tok mun klakar nang sikda slang. Boleh switch to per-said language mode. Mun jawab telefon nang bunyi malaya lah. Hands down. Suka! Muji dirik..harus..

Bah.. Tok lah entry pertama aku dalam BM/BI/BMS. Kak tok aku akan cuba rajinkan diri menulis bahasa yang aku sik pass tok. Sak jak orang sik reti baca. Ahahaha... Ok lah. Tata...

XoXo

STARING BUSINESS

I just hate it when people don't know how to differ glance manner and turn into staring instead. I went to luch with Ashley today, at our new place soon to be regular. There at the table near the food counter was say, 5 adult, very adult men. Back inside car Ashley brand them kopratasa but I call them koperkasa from the way they dressed. At some point I overheard them talk about politics and economy. Must be some PKR-PAS people with all that excessive facial hair. yuk...

Anyway back to the topic. Once we found a spot to settle for lunch, I realized there's this guy in the group who can't seem to keep his eyes away from me. Judging by his headgear I bet he's a Singh.

Me : Ash... I think that guy over there need his eyeballs poked.

Ashley : What?

Me : He'd been staring at me since we arrive here.

Ashley : Maybe it's your a la Vidal Sassoon hair.

Me : Yeah...


Urgh..

IT'S HAZY IN MIRI

While on the way to work this morning I realized it was so hazy. What happened to our air quality? Last week there was a bush fire in upper Taman Tunku area, but that alone can't cause this kind of weather. I heard there's another burning and this time in Kuala Baram as I heard it was mangrove deep fire. What lingers in my mind, is the fire intendedly iniciated for small scale illegal farming went out of control?

This morning at approximately 1km viewstand, I can't even see the aircraft clearly. It's a matter of time before we get another DARURAT announcement.

Are we from uncivilised breed of society that we still ignore our bit of responsibility to care and protect our Mother Nature? Can't we learn to practise safer farming tecniques? Costly yes, but we can't risk our nature more harm.

By the way, is this the environment we're passing to our kids? Pitty them. Soon the poster ad showing a child playing swing amongst rubbish in a park that resembles a dumpsite wil be a reality.

..tsk...tsk...

SOUL BELT-OUTS, who's better?

All singing their numbers live, just who does it better?

DUFFY - mercy




GABRIELLA CILMI - sweet about me




AMY WINEHOUSE - rehab

ROFLMAO

HEART SURGEON'S FUNERAL

One of the city's top cardiac specialists died. At his funeral, his coffin was placed in front of a huge replica of a heart made of red roses. When the pastor finished the sermon and everyone said their good-byes, the large heart opened up, the coffin rolled inside, and the heart closed again.

It was indeed a Majestic tribute to the much loved cardiologist.

Suddenly, one of the mourners burst into a fit of laughter.

Irritated by his insensitivity, the man sitting next to him asked, "Why are you laughing, Mister?"

"I was just thinking about my own funeral," the man replied. "I'm a Gynaecologist..."

...LOL...

HUSBANDS FAR AWAY

YOUR WIVES MUST BE MISSING YOU SO MUCH!

Yes hubbies... Your wife misses you. Let me narrate this common story most likely endured by any wife whose husband doesn't really wear tie and doesn't work weekly 8-5. They go far away from home and for a very long time. We'll have it at my own plot... Honestly my side of the story...tsk...tsk...

When He's Around

Waking up early is always difficult when you need to wake up occasionally to feed the ever hungry/thirsty baby. I love it whenever Mr Vai took the trouble to get up early just to prepare my bath, help me wash Bjoy's late-night bottles and of course some yummy breakfast. I'd hug him, my way of saying thank you. He'd knowingly squeeze me back and rush me to shower as he knew I'd waste more time 'minta manja' and ending up late for work. Yeah...

Mr Vai insists on sending me to work, so spare me driving for I've been used to take the passenger seat. I love letting him do the morning talk as I always take some time loading my system. We'll kiss before I get out of the car, study says that couples who kiss before their spouse go to work will unlikely be involved in accident at workplace,hmm... Like duh.. What accident can happen at MY office.

Work is work and my Mr Vai doesn't like sms-ing me unless necessary. So,wait till I finnish my work -dummmm-

Ok,he pick me up after work,and it usualy goes like this;

Mr Vai : Bring your ass out here.

Come evening, he usualy cooks dinner. And he cook GOOD dinner, always experimenting with his cooking he so far never failed to delight my taste buds.

When I'm busy doing the laundry, Mr Vai will always be happy to play with Bjoy. And we'll chat till the wee hour, unless I feel so sleepy to begin with.
And that's the summary of a happy working day with Mr Vai around.

He's Not Around

I have to wake up early but usualy late (so pampered and timing). Skip the breakfast, only kiss Bjoy and go to work.

My father in-law send me to work because Mr Vai refuse to let me drive, for now. I can't kiss my father in-law so I just get out of the car. Of course he also pick me after work. I have to watch my timing. I wait for him and not the other way around.

I eat whatever is there on the table, mom in-law had it ready.

Bring Bjoy to sleep, she keep calling me daddy. -sigh-
And that's a plain working day without Mr Vai around.


...Dear, come back home... I miss you..