Thursday, May 15, 2008
Can they really do that?
I am still sufferring from an aftermath of what happened yesterday and I just need to get it off my chest before I go crazy.In preparation of getting my daughter to school. I jumped into a quick shower. In the midst of it, I heard a sudden downpour. Worried some shoes that left near the end of my patio. Half dressed, I went to have a peek to make sure all is well.
I GOT A SHOCK when I saw a HUMAN BEING at my doorstep!!!!!! My first thought was, "HIDE". I quickly ran back to my room where my daughter was. Was it a burglar trying to break in? Both my mobile and home phone were in the hall! With no choice, I dressed and creeped back to the hall to access the phone.
Then I got another shock AGAIN! I recognised the man from NEA!!! I immediately open my door and confronted him and his two female colleagues.
My fear was overcome by my anger when he told me that he shouted many times and I didn't response and I know him as he came before!! I couldn't believe my ears!!!!!!
Does that meant he has the right to OPEN MY GATE, SHUT MY GATE and INVITED HIMSELF and HIS COLLEAGUES to my patio. Even if I recognises him, he is NO friend of mine.
He also said that he DIDN'T ENTER my house!!!!!!! and it was raining.
Does it mean that from the gate to my patio is not MY PROPERTY?????
Even though it was raining, does this give him the right to access my house like this? Furthermore, what I don't understand is that I do have neighbours that is just a stone throw away and they have maids that is at home most of the time. Why mine?
I believe even the police when they want to enter a property, they first need to seek permission or a warrant, don't they?
Even with Mas Selamat's disappearance, I never had so much fear in this area that I lived.
What happened yesterday changes everything.
Now I have a huge padlock on my gate and should I get a dog to protect my home, my family and myself?
Labels: about life
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy Mother's Day
I was woken up by the rhythmic snooring sound of my hubby's. Tried so hard to fall back to sleep but it was an impossible task. As I am not that sort to laze around in bed, I decided to get out of bed and begin my day.Collected the Sunday Time and was captivated by the headline. S$23,000/month for a stay home mom. Geesh..... Am I really worth that much? Received many sms from my friends wishing me a Happy Mother's Day too.
Anyway ......
You got to be a mom to really understand what all mommies go through especially being today's Singaporean mommies.
I realised that I am not totally alone in this world to tackle the challenging role of a mom.
Was relatively surprised that when mommies get together, the stories we shared, the problems we encountered and the frustration we go through are all so similar. Sometime I can't believe we uses the exact words to vent our frustration!
Even though I have many blues days, I also experienced many happy moments with my kids too. When I am having my down moments that everthing seems so bleaked. It does take me a day or two to chase the blues away.
Recalling those precious moments that my kids had given me, helped me to pull though the frustrated period. Encouragements from friends that went through it before also helps me to believe that will be light at the end of the tunnel.
I am convincing myself that this moment will come and that I will enjoy the fruit of my labour if I nurture it with plenty of love and patience.
Thanks to all my friends especially those who are mommies, who constantly give me a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a comforting sms or call and making me believe that I ain't that bad a mommy.
I really appreciated it so much because you gals make me stronger and believe in myself. Thanks for being there for me.
Happy Mother's Day!
I got the inspiration from Crave. Using a self made raspberry coulis and marrying ricotta and mascarpone cheeses. This dessert is light with a slightest tinge of sourness from the coulis, was absolutely delightful to end a meal.
Labels: western dessert
Friday, May 09, 2008
A Miracle
Many years ago, on my way to Kabul, I stopped over at Dubai for a short holiday. While there, I saw these rich, heavily laced syrup, plenty of nuts goodies in the market place. The choices were so many that you don't know how to begin.Being not so adventurous and the salesperson can't speak English, I didn't dare to try as I was concerned about the coconut, the sweetness, whether it has this milky taste and etc.
Hubby changes my view on these "Arabian Chocolates" when he came back home, loaded lots of such goodies and a miracle story to tell. (I called them "chocolates" as it is like our gourmet chocolate shop. You pick and choose and weigh them to compute the cost.)
I was totally blown away. The sweetness is acceptable and gosh the taste. It was heavenly. Different ones have different texture and boy was YM (Hubby's distributor) right. "It is damn good!"
Now, let's me tempt you a little. I wonder whether we can make our own too.
And these dates are amazing. Don't be deceived by these plain looking ones. I love these so much that I refused to part with it.
In Dubai, I bought those were really fanciful. It comes either with almond fillings or laced with honey. For these one in Saudi, it is fresh (according to hubby). Initially I though fresh as what is available in our supermarket but surprisingly, I think it is dried rather than fresh.
There is no aroma to this fruit but when you bite it, it actually has this beautiful smell or taste to it. I simply can't describe the feel but it is really good.
I shared some with my friend who initially very sceptical as she doesn't take dates. After urging her to try it, gee, she is addicted to it! hahaha
If you have a chance ever, do buy some and try it. You won't regret it.
As for the miracle story. YM brought my hubby to meet one of his client, and apparently this client was my better half's best friend in primary school. They lost touch after going to secondary school. Just imagine, they finally found each other in a foreign land after all these years. Isn't it wonderful?
Labels: about life