the smiling sun

Tadika Sinaran we are one~

Tadika Sinaran we have fun~

i super love that song once (still do today, just cant remember the whole lyric now) but i didnt last long there due to some reasons, like its too far from my parents offices (i went to the one in Rock Rd, that time the one in Jln Astana haven't existed yet) and i keep on getting into fights with the boys there. erk! there are other good memories of course. like swimming in the inflatable swimming pool placed in the back lawn with fellow classmates. and sweating all my salts off playing in the small playhouse at  the front yard of the school. also, learning how to read with the aid of a book about three little pigs. Tadika Sinaran will always hold a special place in my heart, coz that was my debut to the social life, i think. haha! and i really did had FUN! :D

teachers day celebration came late for the kids of Tadika Sinaran this year, and i made this for my little cousin for her to bring to school the next day (that's today). i did tell my five year old cousin no to eat them before her teacher could see them all intact together. but a little bit later last night, i heard Alisya has already eaten one of them - cant wait for tomorrow - apparently the pink one, coz she loves that colour so much. how cute!

my personal favourite! the sun resembles Tadika Sinaran. geddit? hihi

sunday hug!

this bear just made my sunday! :D

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#1

when we are far apart, i badly wish we are close. so we can always meet up. so i can always be there by your side anytime you want me to. so i can hold you, touch you and make you feel ok just by being there. but when we are seated side by side, my tongue is tied. i have nothing in my brain that could form a word that i could speak up, but i have so much in my heart that i want to pour, doubting if you want to hear them all. and so i wish we are not that close, maybe in the same room but not on a rendeavous of four eyes. i know i suck at speaking up. i just want you to feel ok, and know you're feeling ok. but i can be a good listener though.

#2

i recalled that awkward lunch we had in town years back. that one afternoon. we barely know each other but we promised to meet up. it is refreshing to meet a new old friend. we dont really have a memory of each other, but we know we are friends when we are a little bit younger, a little bit cuter :) i miss hanging around with you. but is it possible for us to miss something that never really happened? or at least i cant remember if it happened. or is it not missing a friend that's inside. perhaps its more to longing to spend more time with an old friend, and get to know you better.

#3

i miss watching orchestra at Dewan Filharmonik Petronas. i want my jaw drops on my lap while my eyes make quick blinks for the first 10 minutes of the performance (the ones after the first 10 minutes are controllabe with ryhtmic heart beat and joyous blinks) never wanting to lose sight of any movement made by the team (i just love to know who makes what sound, though i know i cant watch them all at once), while i hold my breath . and how the applause ALWAYS start with one person and then join by others, just like in the movies (and we think those movies are corny). and how each piece could move me to tears which i usually hide - afraid the person who sits next to me thinks i'm a drama queen on the lose. and watch late-comers in grammy-award-dress make their unfashionably late entrance during the intervals. i miss the one we had in Kuching last two years by the Malaysian Philharmonic Youth Orchestra even more cause nothing feels better than doing what i love in my very own home town with my very own loved one :)

 my first order! yay! :D

yummy cream!

my second attempt on butter icing (butter cream-ier). and this one is way tastier than the Mother's Day cupcakes :p

thinking of Dearie while i made these :)

Hari Ibu

hey you! yep, you. take a look at yourself in the mirror. look how healthy you are. how tall you've grown. how 'wide' you've become. how smart your brain works. how handsome and gorgeous you appear. now take a look at the woman you've known as your Mother. how big is she physically compared to you right now? smaller than you are? shorter maybe? slightly bigger? the same size as you, perhaps? imagine you were once were one with her. you were once inside her. for at least seven months, all of us were once inside the womb of that woman we call Mak/Mama/Mummy/Ibu. for at least seven full moons we ate what she ate; we followed her everywhere she went; we listened to every words she said; she was never alone, i doubt she wanted to, she carried us every where! we were the bestest friend ever, never parted, for at least seven months.

my mom is my Superman, except she's a woman. she's my Doraemon, except she doesn't have the magical pocket, but she has the beautiful heart where everything has a solution inside (and she has the one-stop handbag too!). she's my very own supermom. my mom is incredible. i believe all moms are :)

have you ever thought how these women know how to do almost everything in the world? from bargaining fish at the market, to negotiating a house at a property expo. from preparing the yummiest food ever, to making you feel bad when you've done something wrong to them. Mothers are super incredible, don't you think? :)

you want to see a Mother's love, take a look at yourself.

you want to see the love and the power of the God Al-Mighty, take a look at your Mother. Subhanallah.

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers in the world (that includes Fluffy, the mother cat of seven naughty babies!)~

Happy Mother's Day to my dearest mom. I Love You, Mak! :) :) :) :) :)

underappreciated