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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