Wentworth Miller aka Michael Scotfield

Oh man....
Prison Break Season 3 is officially over !!!!!! Huahuahua....what am I supposed to do now on Monday nights???? Daydream??? 'Nightdream'??? Alright, though Season 2 is still showing on ASTRO, Thursday nights, that definitely isn't enough for me. And I'm pretty sure it is reaching its season end too. I just have this urgency to savour Wentworth Miller a.k.a Michael Scotfield twice a week! The more the better, and this now??? Ooohhh, wrong timing, seriously.

How sad.....My world is tumbling down on me!!!!! Oh God, I need to buy the DVD....sooooonnn.

Hey, a little mundane gossip - people say he's gay, used to date Luke McFarlane. Dude, like I care...

ps - my bookings for monday nights coffee are now open...anybody?

My YUMMY Weekend

It's only on weekends that I would normally have the ample time to cook....Other days would be the regular food - rice, fried vegetables and another simple dish of chicken or fish. This weekend was a YUMMY one...and I really feel bloated, overloaded, fat but....no regrets!

Saturday, lunch :
i. rice
ii. lauk tempoyak the Negeri Sembilan version (with petai, pucuk ubi, pucuk mangun, pucuk labu)
iii. fried ikan kurau

Saturday, dinner :
i. rice
ii. chicken masak lemak cili padi
iii. ulam pegaga
iv. sambal belacan

Sunday, breakfast / lunch :
i. nasi lemak with the red spicy sambal, fried anchovy, boiled eggs, cucumber
ii. hot nescafe...

Sunday, tea :
i. french-toast
ii. hot tea
iii.slices of moist choc cake (bought from Secret Recipe)

Sunday, dinner :
i. fishball soup noodles

Despite the tiring hours of continuous cooking, I'm satisfied....and truly delighted to see my children and hubby enjoying the scrumptious (ahemm....) meals deliciously!!!

So, what's cooking next weekend?

ps - hubby just suggested lamb chop...just how do i do that? recipe books please...

SHE-RA, the hero!!!

Nothing beats the love and care of a Cikgu...

This morning at work, ie school, when assembly was in progress, I was suddenly alarmed by a prefect of a girl student who just collapsed and whose face had turned real blue. She was short, almost out of breath. She was immediately taken in into a classroom, laid on the tables and when checked, I could clearly tell that she was indeed gasping for air. Her chest was pumping hard, lips blue, face deadly pale. As a few other of my colleagues were attending to her, I just stayed aside, watching and praying. Later, we learned that she has been suffering from a heart failure for years now and is in fact in the waiting list for a heart transplant which was supposedly due last year. A teacher called for an ambulance instantly. The nearest clinic is only 5 mins away but considering the critical stage she was at and time taken for the aid to arrive, we decided to drive her to the clinic instead. So, I volunteered to drive accompanied by another teacher and a few students.

We hit the road. The usual traffic slowed us down, I put on the hazard lights to no avail. I stuck my hand out, trying to signal demanding to be put through the heavy traffic, it failed too as it was a single lane, so of no help really. I was really praying hard I would arrive at the clinic on time and be saved from being responsible for anything bad that might happen to this sick girl. Just between my prayers, minutes later that I could hear the ambulance siren, making its appearance at the crossroad. But I was on the other side of the road, so how lah? There was no way I could make a turn. Then, like a thunder came the superwoman in me. I walked out of the car, pulled up my kain and crossed over to the other side and like nobody's business, I stood in the middle of the road, frantically waving and shouting for the ambulance to stop, in my gorgeous red floral baju kurung and high-heels (luckily no DKNY handbag). Wow, the ambulance did slow down (of course, what choice was there?) , but the driver was rather confused with the whole incident. It eventually stopped and the driver looking puzzled insisted that I make way for it to proceed - SAYA NAK AMBIL ORANG SAKIT LAH, he said. OMG...at that instant, from the look on his face, I swore to God that he could have mistakenly taken me as the one who actually in need of medical attention (mental???). Beautiful lady, ahemmm, but a fuse up there is a little bit haywire!!!! Hehehe...I shouted like mad to the driver that the sick was in the car I was driving.

So, once convinced he steered the ambulance and parked next to the road divider. A stretcher was pulled out of the ambulance and we transported the sick girl from my car to the ambulance, in the midst of the heavy traffic, in the middle of the road. Off they went leaving me by the roadside. My colleague accompanied her. I set back in the car feeling 'phewww'.... and drove back to school. I had a minute to actually recall and analyze what I just did to save the child's life. Never had I imagined that I would risk myself that way, especially in one of my best office attires (at least it was my best appearance if i got knocked down). Well, something I would do for my family but here, she is not family. Just another soul....

Then, something which I just read in Readers Digest (June issue) flashed before my eyes. There's always a hero in us, just how intense it is that makes one a hero and others not. Guess mine was quite intense at that moment of time. So, I consider my brave risky act was heroic, so what!!! I suddenly thought of this - A parent would move mountains and take a bullet for her child. Well, I am a mother, also a teacher who has just moved a mountain and taken a bullet to save a student's life! Hahaha....May God save her....

Once upon a time...

Down the memory lane....the nostalgic NKOTB 18 years ago.
I melted to the ground upon seeing these guys on TV back in the 90s. I remember video-taping all their clips from entertainment shows, buying the posters and magazines (Galaxie was my best favourite), daydreaming of them, bla...bla...bla...
Come to think of it, wow, how could I make a fool out of myself back then? Hahahaa....anybody else in the same boat? Please come forward and save me this pleasant humiliation....

Here's one of the best stuffs they had...STEP BY STEP. Hey y'all, check out the dance moves. At that moment of time, it wooed every teenage soul alive!!!!



Now, they are back !!!! Check them out. Joey, Jonathan, Jordan, Danny & Donnie - gorgeous! Now that they're all grown-ups, so are the models in the clip. Excuse the video - too much of exposure of everything...........!!!!!!!!



P.S - Hope I have better grip of myself today! hehehehe....

Flattered but no thanks

This I have to share....

For the past five years, I have always been the 'lucky one' to be selected out of the other 160 colleagues (note - options aren't limited) for the job of Master of Ceremony for most of the events held at workplace. Well, flattered at first but over the years, I don't seem to be anymore. It's quite a burden to carry on the shoulders as the smoothness of such events is solely my responsibility. To be accountable for that, I think I prefer to sit back, sometimes fall asleep (zzzz....hehehe) and enjoy the events. I can't take a slip, that's my issue. Not a perfectionist but any slips when running an opening or closing ceremony would reflect the image of the organization and I'm tired of having to worry about that. Plus I have to stay ALERT and be QUICK throughout the 'mundane' ceremony. At times too afraid to even take a sip of the drinking water. Pressure...pressure, oh no!!!!!

So, the next one is on the 28th June, Saturday. A big one involving the District Education Department. I foresee the whole of next week (Mon-Fri) would be a no-gossip-week for me. Everyday is script writing, script editing, finalizing and what not, on top of other core businesses to run. Boy...I'm out of breath and stressed out already!

One of my colleagues cushioned me with comfort (thank u, appreciate it), I am bestowed with such trust and faith for my capability. It worked, I feel better now, no complaints anymore but....I desperately wish there's somebody else out there who can do the job. There's one indeed, but she's heavily pregnant. The truth is, as at this moment, also next week, I'm just physically and mentally exhausted, that's about it. Otherwise it's fine, my pleasure....MC ke, MC Hammer ke...anything!!!

Guess what, this morning over coffee, I crazily asked people around if they would like to take over my hot seat as the MC next week. Hahaha...stupid enough of me to do that. Of course, who would commit such suicide? It's suicidal...suicidal..oh yeah. So, u will definitely see none other but ME, babbling away with my other partner in crime....

P.S - Would the flu and terrible cough do the trick? Hehehe....not good.

Goodbye little ones

Just late this evening, my girls and I had to say goodbye to our little pet tortoise, releasing them to the nature where they belong. I still remember vividly the day i bought them (it was a pair) three years ago. It was a Saturday, I was dressed in my green maternity top and a white pants, was pregnant with Alyana at that time. Love at first sight (hehehehe...) and couldn't resist the temptation to have them in my house simply because i knew Aleesya would love having such little moving creatures to play with. Back then they were 50sen coin in size, really tiny. I guess, given the love and attention, plus the smelly green pallets, they have grown big and healthy (do they naturally ever get sick? dunno!). Today they could easily hide my palm.

There was this one day, i think a few weeks after having them at home, i left my condo unit at around morning and came home at about 8pm. Before leaving, we would always wave goodbye and that was my routine check if they were still safe and intact in that small oval glass container i put them in. Funny though that i walked in that night, not noticing anything unusual about the tortoise. So, took my bath and got dressed and...OH MY GOD - THERE IT WAS CRAWLING OUT OF MY ROOM!!!! How on earth did it get there? And since when? Morning when i left the house? OMG, it survived the whole 10 hours without water, wandering around my unit, spot checking? Hehehe...i had the shock of my life. I figured out that it crawled out of its 'sanctuary', fell onto the floor and decided to kill time wandering around, looking for food in the kitchen maybe. The better half however stayed on...good girl....

So, the past three years of keeping them wasn't that much of a trouble. The only torture i had was the changing of water every two weeks especially after accommodating them in a bigger 'unit' i.e. a big sized aquarium (well, we moved into a double-storey unit, bigger too). And to do JUST that, i had my two-week-maintenance routine turned into a monthly routine over the years. I have to admit, it was painfully dreadful to clean and maintain the aquarium especially as i was the only one responsible for it.

So, after three years of deteriorating love, care and attention (so terrible of me!), my hubby decided to scream on behalf of these unfortunate creatures - 'TOLONG, LEPASKAN KAMI, LEPASKAN KAMI. KAMI TERSEKSA' was what i had to surrender to. Who wouldn't if this is the painful cry which i had to withstand for two consecutive weeks, on daily basis! Plus, i don't want to be held responsible for any dengue cases in my vicinity. So, it was time. Back to the nature, little ones. So, i 'packed' them up and we bid farewell. Looking for a new home was not a task at all. There's this beautiful lake just a minute away from my house and that's where their new home is now. What saddened me was the idea of them having to split up, now surviving as an individual after so long being together. It must be lonely for them....

We'll miss u.....but please don't swim and crawl back to the house ok, i know it's just a stone's throw away! Just don't....


The pair...one is bigger than the other.


Saying goodbye...farewell. Their new home...beautiful and 'spacious'

Depression again?

Here's to another depressing day!!! Sh*t, haven't I had enough? Been there, had that and still ain't enough??????????

Tell me - why is it life too much to handle? It's a time bomb sort of life if u wanna know. I am just too tired to be the one standing invisible as if i don't matter at all despite the life sacrifices put in all these years. For God's sake, haven't I done good enough to deserve due respect and appreciation? Hish....they can be so bloody damn mean and heartless!

Some people can be so selfishly self-oriented that their very own lives are all that matter in this world. Twisting and manipulating are no longer an acquired skill but nature. Simply throw anything to their faces and they will effortlessly manage to take control, have the upper hand and make others look stupid! As long as their necks are off the hook, who cares? It's always a matter of survival. Whatever it takes, regardless. At times to the extend of hurting their loved ones, also jeopardizing whatever good there is. Sure, 'We gotta do what we gotta do!' Yeah, right! Heck...Screw u!!!!! Then do as u wish. I am no idiot!!! My silence signifies my wisdom and maturity in handling sh*t that happens. And i have said far than enough. Truth is....i am just giving up, that's it!

I sometimes wonder if care and respect to these people has indeed ever been meaningful... Now, apparently, given the sh*t i'm thrown into, actions do speak louder than words. Hence, i'm pretty sure that we all live in two separate worlds where care and respect differ in so many ways. In my world, care and respect is sacred and fundamental, u know....

So, what am i gonna do about this? Let me tell u. Being nonchalant as i've always been where such matter is concerned, thank God that i have the capacity to just shut down, sleep tight and dream sweet to another day of delight. But beware - once the door is closed, it's closure for sure. It's the end of the road. Kiss me goodbye! So don't play play hah!!!

ps - come to think of it, these are indeed the things that colour my life! so, maybe, i just need it every now and then??? hmmm...i rather have the black and white version, less tension.

The Shower Lesson

To all married couples,
A must watch, a lesson to learn (really huh?) - enjoy!!!

Fuel oh fuel....

As much as it was predicted by many, the fuel price has increased again.......this time by 78 sen, to my disbelief!!! What's happening really? First was the food shortage and now this. What's next?

I was driving home from the zoo with my hubby and children when roads everywhere were flooded with cars at 6pm. We took it as the usual post office hours scenario only too much to bear. Later, we sensed something was amiss - every petrol pump we passed by was amazingly crowded and cars were queuing up, occupying the left lane the most. It was then when the radio presenter mentioned about the announcement by our PM of the fuel price that was a no shock at first, until the mention of 78 sen effective midnight!!! Well, we were too busy entertaining the animals at the zoo, not otherwise though, to keep ourselves abreast with this latest news. Anyway, 78 sen???? That's so ridiculous!!! So, as a normal human being with rational mind and excellent mathematical skills (upon calculating the cost after midnight), my hubby quickly made a turn at TTDI and joined the unnecessary 'fun'. So, full tank we had.....

Now, what amazes me is the fact that we Malaysians are very responsive and quick when our financial state is concerned, or maybe at stake? I can't be sure anymore. Imagine I was stranded in Uptown Damansara for almost 30 mins, in a bumper to bumper, almost static traffic! People were driving out to fuel up at 9pm! What else could it be? My hubby had to find alternative routes to escape the terrible traffic and failed to find one as it was EVERYWHERE! The only breather we finally had was the NKVE via Kota Damansara toll and right up to Shah Alam.

So, we reached home at 10pm, I quickly bathed and rushed out to the petrol pump for my tank then. Wow, it was worse. At 10.30pm, cars were in lines stretching up to 2km long! At every petrol pump there is within my immediate vicinity. Two had closed, out of fuel supply I'm sure. So, I drove around only to find something a little less stressful and joined the fun. Had my Jodi Picoult with me and I started reading to kill time. Believe it or not, the waiting was worth 12 pages of the book! After almost 25mins of waiting, I finally drove home with a full tank of petrol.......and I literally uttered ALHAMDULILLAH....

And frankly, I can't wait for tomorrow to come to see the review and comments by us, the consumers, the people of Malaysia regarding this matter. I understand that it's a global issue but....hmmm....I have so much to analyze and reflect now!!!! Yeah...as if I don't have any other better things to do...hahahahah!!!

Size and beauty...

I have more to add on to my birthday presents list. Had a finger licking Kenny Rogers roast chicken for lunch yesterday, courtesy of a good friend after a swimming session (or rather slimming session???, can eat after, guilt free!). This evening, my sis-in-law presented me with a gorgeous expensive kain for baju raya cum birthday present (kain worth RM260!!!!)....black with purplish embroidery. Really nice....And I think this is gonna be the most expensive baju I have ever owned, the material plus the tailoring. Ops, not really, just remembered my three baju pengantin that cost me a fortune and now end up hanging in the closet. U should know why....hahaha. But to my surprise, last April I managed to fit into the baju again for AWHILE and actually wore them for my bro's wedding!!! Glad....happy....proud....was what I felt with my achievement. Hmmm...great things never last (oh dear must it end????). I have gained another 2kgs and definitely all the baju are history all over again. How sad....sob sob sob.

I sometimes wonder, how is it that some women can still keep their figures even after multiple births? An effective diet plan or simply the running about raising the children? Please oh please...I really do hope it's the latter.

It's indeed a dangerous thought whereby one's self-confidence is at stake when appearance is concerned especially to women/mothers. So, to boost my confidence, I used to reassure myself - it's nothing but their higher metabolic rate that they're blessed with while others are not, which is partly true among other factors of course such as constant exercise and eating right, something I can't take credits for. So, higher metabolic rate sounded more convincing to me!!!

Many a time when looking back at my photos taken in my 20s, I do wonder if I looked better back then. So, this is where my husband comes in and being victimised to clear the doubts. What do u think was his immediate reaction? Funny though that he truly and honestly, and convincingly believes that my 30s looks better than my 20s....Oh man, how's that true when I have always thought otherwise? That's when 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' makes real sense to me, hehehe....Or, maybe the maturity contributes to my 'better looks' today! or maybe a pinch of bitter sweet of life......or could it be the glow and radiance of being a mom and a wife....Everything that is, I suppose.

Being 34, a wife of 7 years and a mom of 5 years, I have come to believe, regardless of the size we bear, so long as the world is ours, beauty is what we are. Well, at least to the eyes of our children and our loved ones, and thank god they exist! Hahaha....

(***However, I have to give credits to Olay Total Effects for doing its wonders on my skin).

Shera is 34

Yesterday, 31st May 2008 marked my 34th year of living and breathing, syukur Alhamdulillah dengan izin Allah swt. Having achieved what I have today, there's so little to complain about, yet so much to be thankful for. My long healthy life, loving and wonderful family and friends, my little-to-complain-about job (I did say LITTLE earlier, right?) are among the other blissful things I am blessed with. I'm just praying that better things are ahead of me so I could share my little life with the people around me, making a difference in their lives and thus hopefully will bring about the deserved happiness that I have been wishing for.

So, anything great for my 34th birthday?

First and foremost was the beautiful and thoughtful birthday wishes from family and friends which have brought me to realize that there are indeed people who have me in a special place deep in their hearts despite the shortcomings I may have. Well, I'm talking about a lotttt of shortcomings....

Next, was the special birthday dinner by my hubby at TGIF, of course with stomach stuffed with Mushroom Chicken Mushroom, REFILLABLE iced-lemon tea (lots of it) and two enthusiastic and over-excited daughters singing the famous birthday tune with balloons in their hands (better that than the TGIF version), what more can I ask for... And I have never witnessed anything more adorable and cunning than my youngest daughter 'clowning' away in a restaurant and FLIRTING with the TGIF staffs !!! What a shocking encounter.

Last but not least is the wonderful book written by Jodi Picoult entitled Plain Truth which I will only lay my hands on once I am done marking my first set of exam scripts (hah? thought there's abundant more????). That's a promise. Hahaha...can't wait, really. Million thanks to the ever gorgeous Anna Maria for the book (we'll see if I am a Picoult fan-to-be).

To all, thanks for the blissful life you all have given me....