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My face was very dry, sensitive the other day and I was running out of hydrating mask. How ah? I remembered looking at some home remedies for beauty from the net. I left it in my car. I went looking for it and found this piece of economical way of hydrating my face. So I just picked up some ingredients from the kitchen. Ingredients: ½ fresh banana 1 tablespoon fresh heavy whipping cream, lightly warmed 1 teaspoon honey, lightly warmed 1 drop German chamomile essential oil 1 tablespoon finely powdered oats (add more if product seems runny, less if it seems too thick) I substituted whipping cream with a tablespoon of my son’s milk powder *hehe*, I drop the essential oil, didn’t pound the oat. Add all the ingredients with a little bit of hot water, stir well and massage over skin/ face using gentle, sweeping motions. While waiting for it to dry before rinsing, I gobble up the remaining of the mixture for my supper while watching my favorite Chinese sitcom. *yummy* It was quite cool, cheap

Instructor: one 20 odd year-old handsome young men Students: One married, one single woman Venue: PJ Tutorial: Glass Beads Bracelet Technique: Bending head pins into nice round loops Tools: Cutter, Round Nose Plier, Flat Nose Plier Components: Glass Beads, head pins, jump rings, lobster clasp. Comments: My finger got sore after twirling and bending those head pins. Need to bring plaster for the next lesson. Step-by-Step instruction will be added in much later.

It was in 1992/3. I could still recall how bad I felt when I was diagnosed with Dengue fever. I didn’t even realize it until I traveled to Miri staying with a college friend. I was already having on and off fever a week ago in west Malaysia. But didn’t really border thinking it was just a normal fever. But my conditions worsen after returning from Brunei. I had headache, bone, joint, muscle ached, nausea and vomiting. I felt cold and hot within minutes. Finally I was admitted to the Miri hospital. I was placed in the first bed right after the entrance. My face looked blurring and suffered according to my ex’s sister’s friend. The nurses took my blood for testing every morning and evening during my 4-day stayed before I was transferred back to KL. I had a tube poked into my hand. I drank lots of fluids and frequented the toilet. Doctors examined my body; I think I looked like a hurt and worried sick monkey. My friend’s mother was upset over the fogging and that their house got Aedes mos

We attended a friend’s son one year-old birthday party recently. Most of hubby’s best friend, friends cum clients were around. As usual, there are lots of chit chatting, food munching and kids running around. BB was running around playing with his kakah and hubby asked bb to go over and say hello to one of this client friend that always gave him very super tight deadlines. Papa: BB, where is BB? BB point point to himself, and say yea… Papa: BB where is papa? BB pointed to papa and utter there… Papa: BB where is mama? BB pointed to me and say mama… Papa: BB where is handsome? BB point point to himself and say yea… And out of a sudden this wife of the client who is six and a half month pregnant asked: BB where is naughty? BB pointed to her husband whom is my hubby’s demanding client and say there… Hahaha…BB you are such a good boy, you help papa to bully back uncle M. Hubby patted bb happily.

I was just thinking of selling my camera for a faster shutter speed one. Coz my Sony digital camera can’t capture picture well, it always flashes too long. By the time I snap, my son is gone and the picture will go blurry already. Sunday I went back to my mum’s place and found out that she has just bought a new digital camera, the slimmer and nicer one. Surprisingly, her camera also performs the same as mine. It has slow shutter speed as well. After checking with my husband and camera sales men we found a solution to stop the flash going twice. Simple, just go to set up and turn off the red eye reduction function and the double flash will be gone. Cool! It’s that simple. If there isn’t any of this function, look out for the flash icon with an eye symbol on the LCD screen and turn it off. But the disadvantage is that you will risk having red eye in the picture but it can be fixed easily using relevant software. I can enjoy my camera for now, no need to sell yet. *Grin*

Do you caress yourself to sleep? I remembered I did rub my palm against a smelly tiny pillow to sleep. But my son is different; he will use his left finger to caress his palm then roll down to his arm and repeat the same action using the other hand. I like watching his little fingers rolling up and down until he finally falls asleep.

Instructor: one 20 odd year-old handsome young men Students: One married, one single women Venue: PJ Tutorial: Glass Beads Bracelet Tools: Cutter, Round Nose Plier, Flat Nose Plier Components: Nylon beading thread, Glass Beads, seed beads, jump rings, crimp beads, lobster clasp. Step-by-Step instruction will be added in much later.

The other day, I saw a 5-yr old kid doodling on a book provided by his parents who were seated beside him on a dinning table. I was very curious of what he was drawing coz I like to see kid’s art for art sake’s expression, I think they are beautiful. So I went over and kepoh a bit la. On close observation, I saw him drawing steps and steps of stairs and some other geometrical objects. Inside my heart I was just thinking probably this little chap liked to climb stairs and got obsessed with it. I didn’t bother much la coz when I talked to him he didn’t answer me also la. After a few minutes, the kid was showing tantrum and crying in front of everyone. Puzzle?? The father asked: “What’s wrong?” Boy: “The steps are not equal; I don’t know how to draw them” Father: “aiyo, daddy help you draw, use the ruler la, and all must be equal size one, draw this one bigger, don’t make noise again.” So the little fellow drew using ruler measuring those steps one by one. Gosh!!! I can’t believe it. Chil

I have just finished watching a Chinese drama called “The Gateau Affairs”. It’s a tale of cake making, love and family. Casts: Joe Ma, Myolie Wu. It’s quite an entertaining show, lots of great imaginations as well. I fell in love with Joe Ma after watching this show. I think he is so men, tall, caring and good looking. If you also like black forest cake, give it a go, you will enjoy the yummy cake display.

We attended a wedding dinner on Saturday night. I am never good at remembering names. My God, I even got the groom mother’s name wrong and to make things worst, I forgot the groom father’s name …..”errr uncle….Congratulations!” . That’s what came out from my mouth. I am so surprise that the groom called my name clearly. So ” malu” but still try to act ok la. Aiyoo! After pregnancy, my memory is not 100% recuperated yet ma. *excuse, excuse, excuse* Other than the bride’s bulging stomach, the food was really superb. The chef must be complimented for his passion, creativity and unique food/art pieces that he had showcased. Has anyone ever tasted a shark fin, sea cucumber, black chicken in a full coconut shell? Hmm…I love it; the sweetness of coconut juice blended with ingredients above is out to give eaters a tongue orgasm. My hubby emptied two coconut shells. *haha* Apart from that, there are spring chicken with orchid flower, abalone with fresh bean sprout and lemon juice and….etc. It

My hubby and I like to play punch face to show affections. I know it’s weird but trust me it’s really fun. I enjoy punching him on the face. I will punch him on his left face “Bushh..” and he will swift the whole head to the left as if he really kena pukul harshly.Then he will punch me also, I will pretend to kena punch also, sometimes we even lift our legs and start kicking. Last night we acted and played punching happily. Here comes bb close to the father’s face. “Bushh…!” Oppss…he punched the father like how mommy punching papa. HaHaHa, being a very evil mother I call bb. “BB, call papa and Bushh…” teaching him again to punch papa. He called papa, papa using his small little fist to punch the father “Bushh…!” He is so cute. I know it’s bad to teach bb like that, hey just play play ma, No Play No Fun.

My back is so aching after yoga last night. It was very taxing but enjoyed it very much. 2 more weeks, I am gonna stop going to my teacher for yoga. I feel a little sad. She is good just that I wanted a more convenient place to practice. I went to Midvalley and got her a chocolate green tea moon cake (wonder how it taste like) and Jasmine green tea from purple cane for her. I want to thank her for being my yoga shi fu so serve her tea lo. She always cracked jokes to make classes lifelier. She speaks like Taiwanese, got a pair of huge breast. Haha… I still remember once I was so sweaty and shivered during the yoga practice, she asked me why, I said “I am hungry”, so she went to her kitchen and got me a piece of chocolate. “Put in your mouth and suck”. So nice of her, let me eat chocolate during yoga session. I will remember her and if I can I would go back to her again not bcoz she gave me chocolate but for her skills & knowledge of yoga. Talking about yoga, I practiced pregnancy

© Allyfeel watercolor Bb: po po…..pleee….there….. *point point to the dining table* Grandma: What do you want darling? Bb: blow blow his mouth......there…… Grandma: Oh…you want to test glucose also ah? Painful oh….are you sure? Bb: ya….*blow his mouth* ……mimic the painful experience. So Grandma passed bb the Accu-Check device and pretended to prick him with the needle on the Soft-Clix and hold his finger to put his blood (bluff bluff him, no blood one) on the strip to test glucose level. He was not satisfied because there was no blood. He went thru the whole process again and again with his grandma until the phone rang and I told him Papa calling then only he stopped to leave the table. OMG! Hope he won’t be obsessed with these things and definitely not turning to a diabetic. He is a little mimic devil! Accu-Check device and Soft Clix- A home blood glucose level testing kit.

Money is so important in our daily life. One just can’t live without them. The moment you step out of your house you gotta unfold your pocket. I spend my money paying Tol day in day out; I exchange them for a full tank of petrol which seems to decrease so fast in such a short time. I spend them wise and bright to get the most nutritious food for my family. I allocate them for my monthly bills. I use them for ever expensive milk powders and diapers. I invest them in so called Protect link, life, 36 illnesses plan to take care of my future when I become old and dry. I donate them for charity to do good deeds coz I believe in karma. I fork out some to buy presents for friends and colleagues to see smile in their face. I misspend thousands of them in beauty products thinking it will make me look like a star. I consume them to acquired new skills for self-improvement. I conserve them for emergencies. I accumulate them so that one day I can work as my own boss! Money, money, money, all the

Sunday Morning – My hubby and I sort of had a disagreement on the way we feed bb medicine. Bb is down with slight sore throat and flu. If I were to feed him with the maid helping me, I will just shoot the meds and press his nose until I hear “Gallop”. Done! But when hb is helping I can’t do that, he thinks my way will hurt and suffocate bb. Well, I think it is only common sense that kids know how to breath using their mouth automatically when the nose is block for just hardly 30 sec. Sigh!! We ended up having sour face and I kena long long lecture; I just kept quiet and didn’t talk to him for the whole morning and afternoon. There goes my Sunday. Thank God, everything subsided and he brought us out for dinner and brought bb to KizSports & Gym in One Utama. Bb was very excited and I have never seen him run so fast and he actually screamed. It was a super bargain, RM 8 for unlimited play hours. Loads of activities- he kicked, he climbed, he ran, and he swooped. The whole family can

Before I left mum’s place I put BB to sleep. We sang Incy Wincy Spider while playing with the gestures like how it’s shown on the VCD. We sang Barney’s BINGO, repeated six times. He refused to close his eyes thinking that I will leave him and he can’t see me again. I pretended to sleep; I peeped at him thru the edge of my eyes. He slept on his tummy starring at me quietly with his big eyes. After tumbling his legs and hands, moving up and down, mumbling to himself, finally he fell asleep. I quickly sneaked out and left home without him crying fiercely. 2am in the morning…."flip left, flip right x 5"…. could not sleep….. ……wrote a letter to BB…… Dearest angel BB, Mummy misses you so much that I could not sleep. Before sleeping I took the yellow top that you left on the bed this afternoon and put it beside me thinking of you. Mummy sniff sniff and hug hug your top top to sleep. Just want to let you know that you are my very precious jewel. I miss touching your tiny little face

I am in the mood of creating stuff... found this interesting piece, haven't try yet. You can give it a go, let me know if it's nice. Just wondering how would it be if I spray some on my body before "do do" .....hihihihi... *evil smile* Homemade Love Tonic (Cologne) by Pioneer Thinking (Increases feelings of love, Aphrodisiac) Ingredients: 3 drops sandalwood essential/fragrance oil 2 drops vanilla essential/fragrance oil 3 drops cedarwood essential/fragrance oil 15 drops bergamot essential/fragrance oil 1/2 pt (300ml) 70 percent alcohol or vodka Directions: Pour the alcohol into a bottle or jar. Add the oils and shake well. Leave for 1 week. Go easy on this stuff. You can always make more!

My best friend has been blessed with a very nice hubby. Without her realizing, the hubby has planned for an early surprised party for her in Prego, Westin Hotel, Jalan Bukit Bintang. There were altogether 14 guests; we were one of the lucky couple being invited. Birthday girl is my best friend. We grew up together in the same town. We used to check out guys, had piano lessons, ballet classes, cycling, climbed fallen coconut trees and did many more things together. Hubby and I arrived last….almost late, “aiyo…he is rounding KL now waiting for you guys la…” said another friend. They were waiting outside with Felipe Rutini Champagne NV served. A waiter served us a glass each and we then quickly proceeded to the private room in Prego to wait for her arrival…. “SURPRISE!!!” we shouted loud and clear together. She dressed in glossy, sleek, and smooth satin with a pair of dangling diamond earrings. Her face looked Shock, Surprise and very Delighted just in a few seconds .“Wow, all my best f

Why do women need men? To be with her when women are sad? To be listened to when women need emotional support and security? When women need affection and romance? When women want attention? To feel cherished? YES! Definitely RIGHT! ALL OF ABOVE! Unfortunately, men just don’t get it. When men need women to listen to, women will open up her ears and listen enthusiastically but when women need men to listen to, they will take out their newspaper or magazine and nicely read right in front of them and pretending they are listening. Men are rude and they think they are always right! And when women try to talk, before she could finish he has already assumed. What can women do? Trying to make conversation with men will only make you have stiff neck coz when you talk they just look to the front. It takes a lot of effort to nurture a relationship. It can be so exhausting, deadly and unhealthy; like a lump in your breast…!

I was a side drummer from primary 3 to secondary 5. I started participating in the Merdeka parade when I was in my primary 5. It was hard work and lots of drum solos, marching and practices. Occasionally, we have to sacrifice school hours and also weekends to practice, practice and practice. Why practice so hard? Coz we want to look good in front of our PM and also millions of tv audiences …he he….glamour ma! Unfortunately, the fierce sun would hit my skin and make it turn red and later brown. I used to put on lots of Nivea cream (innocent, should go with a banana boat) on my face and hand to prevent sun burn; I looked like a doll with rosy cheek for the first 3 days and then a Malay girl for the next 2 weeks or so. But it was an unusual 31 August morning. I put on my cool maroon pancaragam top, my sexy beige mini skirt and my beige boots with brown lace tying to a butterfly knot. I grabbed my maroon artist cap which had a bright yellow feather at the side and headed to school to de