Hari ni Selasalah momma.

Hhehe... Hari pun tak ketahuan.
Selasa dah disangka Rabu, sepatutnya coretan berkaitan anak anak bulu semalam
Sorry Ninasandaq yang tak sempat  bersandar, Monkey bukan monyet dan Bu yang kelabu. Not forgetting Pong,budak yatim piatu.

Kesian kat depa....

Tadi nampak selonggok mereka berlonggok atas jubin pintu gelongsor. Semua ada. Si Pong tumpang perut Bu sebagai penyendal kepala. Manja.

Terdetik saja pintu dibuka semua bangun menerpa. Meluru mereka masuk kot kot ada rezeki mereka. Mungkin sepotong ikan goreng temenung lemak buat dimakan. Tapi cikson dah tak benar mereka berlama lama dalam rumah. Lepas makan dia halau semua keluar rumah. Takut mereka memerut dan memunggah.

nina anak beranak

 If  there's a prize for being unselfish and caring,Nina deserves it.
Pong is not her daughter yet she lets her drinks her milik,takes care of her after initially rejecting her. Now both of them are seen so much in each company. Bu too follows her heel wherever she goes. Only Monkey is sometimes absent from the company.

Awal pagi tadi nampak mereka bertiga dalam longkang didepan rumah.
Now there they are...on the lawn in Chu's house.

Thats all folks from RBL.
Will be missing them for a few days..

WW... kata kata

dari fb
tapi itulah kata hati

Kesakitan melihat anak anak melalui kesusahan adalah lebih sakit dari melalui sakit itu sendiri. Lebih lebih lagi bila tidak berdaya untuk buat apa apa. Atau telah berusaha sedaya upaya namun tak kemana jua...

Kepada yang sedang melalui saat saat ini, bertabahlah. Doa yang baik baik semoga semuanya jadi baik baik.

Thats all folks. Hang on to all who are facing all the hardships watching the loved ones facing their demons. And you are not the warrior in shining armour.

Bye...

Belaian Jiwa

Seronok tengok gambar dua beradik dihantar ibu pada nenek yg nun jauh diutara sedangkan mereka di ibu kota.
Rindu terhadap mereka terubat jua lewat gambar2,video yg di terima

Lihat ahim ber once upon a time terimbau kenangan lama.
Dua adik2 ku ada mengingati aku akan kisah 2 aku bersama mereka.

Kak,selalu cerita. Ada ada saja . Bawah katil besi kita sembunyi,dengar cerita kakchon yang bersiri...
Kak,aku teringat gulai buah betik kakak masak. Sedaap ditekak.
Kak,aku suka baju yang kak jahit . 

Oh well... those words . It opens your heart and memories to the days gone by.
Sweet memories stay ingrained in our hearts. But not all siblings shared the same joy. Some brought you despair, rivalries and atrocities. You cannot have a connection.From childhood till the end. Poor thing.

the bois

once upon a time...

ni apa? .... mungkin itu soalan Fateh.,6 months to Fahim 2yrs 10 months.

Semoga Fahim dan Fateh membesar menjadi dua beradik yang menyantuni, melindungi antara satu sama lain.No sibling rivalries. Not being squirmish against each other.
Doa tok kedua dua abang dan adik menjadi insan mulia , patuh pada ayah bonda dan agama.Insha Allah.
Sekarang ni nampak Fahim abang yang menyayangi adik. Alhamdulillah.

happy is the name...

Imagining is free. Right?
Imagine living in a splendid manor ,attended by attentive maids at your whim and fancies. At your becks and calls.
Imagine holidaying in the Alps to the tune of that Bollywood song from the movie Sangam.
Imagine being a beauty where your beauty turns head and a handsome prince swept your feet on the Equanimity.

Well... I was that little daydreamer thanks to the numerous romantic novels by Boons and watching endless Hindustani films..haha.

Happy is the name of the day.

Heard of Ragrats, the Mansur splashing jeweleries and adorning high ends and designer crafted fashions.
Money... if you have it,you live it.

But
Theres a but.
If the source of the wealth is questionable, unscrupulous ,then wait!
The end is not always a happy ending.
Heard of Mugabe? Thak Sin and our beloved MO1?
What had befallen on them? I would thank my existence for being me.

Happy if you chose to be happy. Not all the money in the world could make you happy. Happiness lies within us. Once,I read a book on being happy. The people working in the market are seen as happy people.Hence the chatter and laughter at the market place.

Hope I will be happy next week.. a trip away from home to the place where I have long not visited could bring a breath of fresh air.
Sometimes I feel like going solo...
No string attached.

Would I be happy being alone. I doubt.
Haha... apa yg kau mau cikson..the evil in me laughed mockingly.

Bye folks.
As at present, meeting the two boys would make me happy.
Fateh and Fahim.

kadang kadang makan temenung rebus dengan sambal belacan lebih sedap dari makan restoran yg mahal.
to be happy... bebaskan diri dari hutang.
or cercaan orang.