English.... ENGRISH.... INGGGGGERIS... yeaaahhh!

This was an english exercise created by my daughter ( Ning ) for Jia to do.
You see, Jia can speak English.. But his written English is horrible. His spelling is somewhat poor too. He is classic example of someone who speaks English but have no idea how those words were spelt.

I was looking at the book... which was actually a collection of all the left overs empty exercise books pages over the years. I bind them altogether, and made each one of them these books.
( just imagine how those schools keeps asking us to buy exercise books which was never fully utilized ).

It's up to them what they want to do with the books. Ning always plays the 'teacher' role and made some homeworks for them to do.

And i when i read what he has written, it did gave me some light moment....

" I play badminton in the hell "..... hahahaha....

" My mother cooking in the kitcheng " (-_-")

All about loves!

Its been a long while since the last photo i posted. Xuan is already 7 months old... started wriggling crawling around the house. This is when all problems starts... anything lying in his path, he'll sure to pop them into his mouth.

\( * o * )/ aargghh! There was once, he found this name sticker, that belong to his elder sister. It was stuck on a chair, and his nimble finger somehow manage to scratch it out, and he puts it in his mouth. I didn't realize it until i see he was kind of heaving and crying. His body is making him puke, but he couldn't. At that time, i thought he swallowed some small toys, i was panicking and carry him, trying to shake it out, patting hardly on his back at the same time.
And then, i just braved myself, put my finger in his mouth, and dig out this piece of sticker..

It sure is a frightening period for me. Since then, my eyes been like eagles, doing a scan every perimeter around him.
Baby Xuan, you really need 24 hours scrutinity! *can't take my eyes off you ! *

See this picture, with breads pieces all over him ? He likes french loaf... kaakaka... and whenever he has one, that's how he turns out. And not only that, the whole house would have dropping of small pieces of the french loaf... and i'll have to mop the whole house again.
we went to Ara Damansara's Niu Zie Zui, recently. And the kids having fun time walking around the square, taking pictures with these Walt Disney's character. There's lots of nice things on sale, cheap too.


Jing found these stuffs that belongs to her sister... and she puts them on. Then she asked me to take this picture of her. The good thing with siblings, some things gets to be recycled and reuse on... hehe...

I wanted to blog more... but couldn't ler... Xuan is already crying now...

Its all about love, isn't it ? Loves for them, that you will do things for them. Gives your time to them. And when they grows up, they leaves you.... hahaha....

oh well, its a cycle of life !

if we could turn back the clock...

i wonder what i would had wanted to change most ?
Everything are connected to one another. That its existence, are connected to the other.

If i would rewrite my own history again, i wonder if i would do it differently ?

I remember as a child, i had felt lonely at times. Eventhough i have lots of friends, siblings...There exists many peoples around me. But this lonely is in the form of emotions , i guess.

That's why everyone has differing personality and preferences, and even ideology of life.
To get two person with such constrasting differences together are no easy feats. Which is why, there exist 'loves' to bonds two peoples together, to bonds family together, and to bonds friends together.

But, what happens when loves has gone missing ? The going gets tough, and suddenly everything was puts into perspective. It's all back to square one again.

It sounded so philosophical, is it ?

At the time of writing this, i am not feeling any happy at all. Even stressed to some points. Breaking down is harder than i think as the practical side of me, as usual ruling me not to do any foolish things.

Life is getting very tough at the moments, that i feels like the four walls are squaring up on me, leaving me no space to breathes.

Should i rewrite my own history, and not let anything, anybody to dictate it ?