Come n Chat Chat

Vocal, Call Bell, WhatsApp

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Tue, 22 Apr 2014 14:18:00 +0000

Vocal - My house is small, ironically my kids can’t hear my calling, I have to raise my voice, yell and even scream to the air. Moments later, my kids pop their heads out from their door and look at me innocently, "mom, you called me ??"

My entire neighborhoods within 1 km away know my kids names, reason not because of me being sociable. Sad to say that my decent image has been ruined.

Call Bell - To ‘recollect’ and salvage my image back, I did a lot of findings, and my bingo came after I watched Mr Bean at Room 426, YES !! The Call Bell.

I placed the call bell near the staircase. ‘Ding Ding Ding ! ’ my kids hated that sharp ding sound, so they will response to me to prevent further sound pollution.

WhatsApp - in line with the latest technology, I got to thank both Brian Acton and Jan Koum for the great invention of Whatsapp, an additional gadget for me to ultilise beside call bell, I use it for all purposes; notification of meal time, exhibit room messiness with photo attached, change of house rule and many more.

Glad to say that a picture is worth a thousand words. At times, I will exhibit the dos and don’ts, or before and after.

As both my teens are now staying at hostel, I created a group chat in Whatsapp, and update them the happenings at home. I dont have to update them one by one when they are back in different date and time.

Life make easier with WhatsApp. Most important, I gain back my decent self.

CID, Walking Calculator, Inspector

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Thu, 06 Jun 2013 14:50:00 +0000

It has been six months without domestic helper, first time in my life, I lay both hands on house chore. The overlapping task took one month, I jotted down the daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly and half yearly to do list.

Now that without helper, the most peculiar changes that I noticed was the usage of household items getting much lesser as compare to before. The reduction ranging from food stuff, beverage, toiletries, and the most significant reduction was my water bill, it dropped more than 180%.

I recalled during a round table aunties chat time, aunty May advised me to keep an eye on the helper , 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week, she spied on her helper all the times, she wore black spectaculars so that her helper will not notice her spying eyes, keeping 8 feet distance away from her helper. She is more than a qualified CID.

Aunty Rosie added that we must also do inventory check daily, she suggested to count the number of bread slices, count the chocolate, count the biscuit, count the coffee sticks, count the eggs, measure and mark the milk, or whatever at home that maybe consume by the helper without permission. She has become the walking calculator.

Ya ya, interrupted by Aunty Susie, she found biscuit wrapper under her helper pillow, coffee wrapper under the mattress, half bite apple in her wardrobe , chocolate wrapper in her pocket and many more eatable or uneatable things in her helper’s room. She even went to the extreme to check on the garbage bin searching for evidence. Inspector on the move.

Sounds to me that all helpers are greedy for food.

Contradictory, my pillow partner (husband) just work on the opposite of aunties, he asked me to keep both my eyes close, let the helper eats extra, use extra, or if she takes our money without asking permission, it is alright, as we should consider it (missing money) as bonus for them.

I cling on to this mindset, and I went through more than a decade of peaceful mind minus the position of Inspector, Walking calculator and Inspector.

Mr Postman

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 07:21:00 +0000

‘Ding-Dong’, someone is pushing my door bell, I rush out, to find out my teenage neighbor at the door, he handed me a letter of mine wrongly sent to his house. I really appreciated it and thank him with a bow. Such a caring neighbor, sure he deserves a rich and good looking girl friend.

Two months later, the same boy holding an envelope at the door, I gave him my cutest smile, but he replied, ‘Aunty ah, your letter come to my house again, why huh? Always wrongly sent?’ I can see his dismay and irritation, I felt so vexed, as if I am causing him the trouble and inconveniences. At that moment, I immediately withdraw my previous blessing on him. Still, I remember to held on my noble posture, I extended a humble apology and thank him, I told him that I will take action on this.

Another two months later, I received 5 letters wrongly sent to me, I scratch my head off, some are 3 km away from my home, some don’t know what and where on earth, this round, I am at sixes and sevens, how to deal with these 5 letters? To kill my curiosity I prefer to open and read, or, make easy burning on garden leave, or, gain extra by selling with old newspaper, or use as recycle paper for my son to do math, or just simply write ‘wrongly sent’ and drop it back in the post letter box, and of course, the last resource is to hand carry deliver like the teen boy did.

Clueless, and cause me to swallowed 5 paracetamols daily by clenching on with these 5 important letters. As a sagacious person, I made the decision to kick the ball back to Post Office, there go an official mail to tell them my 5 paracetamols problem.

On the next day evening, the Post Office Manager & Supervisor drop by my home, they acknowledged their mistake, that maybe caused by his newly on board staff, contributed by no proper road signage, added on with upcoming Taman that have confusing names (Taman = resident park), and the excuses list went on like toilet roll.

Last and foremost, they inform me that for recurrence, don’t take the trouble to write officially, just give them a call, they will come by my house to collect the wrong letter.

My Home Helper - Sophia

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 14:51:00 +0000

Sophia (not her real name) is my Cambodia house helper, aged 22 yrs old, she had gone through 3 months intensive English speaking course prior her trip to Malaysia, she has not more than 50 words of vocabulary, talking to her can be really exhausted and tiring, typical chicken and duck talks, beside talking, sign language and eventually getting help from on line translation.

I sit with her every night to teach her English, she ‘graduated’ with a pass after 6 months of hardship.

In Cambodia, she stayed in stilt house minus electricity and water, generator was used for television which is the sole entertainment. They washed clothes in the front river, get drinking water from the well.

Bowl and bucket are used to create beautiful rhythm during raining days, 2 small rooms were built to cater for her family of 6, and countless animals were staying below the stilt house. The animals will be mistaken rain when their owner is taking bath on top of them in the house.

Breakfast is not a must, plain water is enough to run the day, lunch will have to depend if there is any left over rice from last dinner, plain rice with soya sauce is considered sumptuous for lunch. Dinner will be served with rice and ONE dish that consist of mix vegetable and meat.

Most of the neighborhoods are farmers, those owning a motorcycle is considered well to do. They don’t visit DIY shop, but instead they DIY most of their household things.

Going to town needs 4 hours of rough drive in the dusty and muddy path, the visibility distance is less than 5 feet, thus, providing free natural face mask along the road.

In view of the above, it is of difference culture and background, yet we managed to live like a family.

Mothers Gossip - Branded Vs Generic Products

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Sun, 07 Oct 2012 15:37:00 +0000

I came across two mothers who spoke on difference views of selecting products for their children.

Mother Lucy

Financially above average, working parents with teenage kids, both she and her husband could choose to have some good and expensive products, whereas for her children necessity such as clothing, shoes, and others, she would go for generic brand, maybe once a while invest in branded product depends on situation.

Her reason given was not to let her kids indulged with all the luxury and top notch brand at young age, her worry was whether her kids can manage to keep up the luxuriate standard when they stand on their feet. To be precised, can her kids make enough money to support those high end meets. She explained that if her kids happened to be in mid income group, they will survive well with the moderate expenses in genetic brand.

Mother Grace

Mother Grace has her own perception, for herself she would rather go for generic brand product, but for kids, she provides branded and expensive product. She even gave a car for her college going kid to travel around.

Mother Grace explained that branded items means good quality, by introducing branded items at young age could cultivate the kids to have good quality sense, where in life, her kids will strive and work harder to maintain the standard of good quality. She further added that those parents provide generic brand will cause the kids to have fewer quests in quality, simultaneous put in less hardship and effort in career.

Well, there is no right or wrong on the above opinions, perception defers, yet we need to evaluate and make a judgment on our own.

Just for sharing on some interesting infomation on Marketing Brand Vs Generic Products - http://www.essortment.com/marketing-brand-vs-generic-products-24139.html

Happy parenting.

Sudden Fortune, Sudden Headache

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:38:00 +0000

3 months back, we took 3 hours drive to lunch in Tanjong Tualang, enjoying and collecting the cholesterol count from fresh water prawns, it was worth to exchange such delicious and sumptuous meal with 30 days work out.

While walking back to the car, my 11 yrs old niece Little Fuji Apple suddenly pointed on the road and shouted “Money!”, Money is a nice term to me, I think, I dream and I love Money. With my 1^st instinct and lightning speed, I rushed forward like a tiger hunting for its prey, grab hold of the whole stack of RM50 notes, just 8 inches away was another stack, where my Little L inherited my DNA on speed, and I just behind him by half second.

Little L was shouting over the moon, I ruled out such kind of disgraceful act in public, cause I need to maintain my noble and elegant self.

50 meters away from the scene, we finally put ourselves together after having a whale of time, I took out the money and count, it was exactly RM500, where Little L got RM208, a total of RM708. This was a huge sum, a lot of suggestions pour in, wait for the owner to come back, ask around, keep it or spend it.

Then someone popped out the ‘what if’ questions, what if the owner was in need to feed the family of 8 including 28 ducks, 18 ants, and an aged ailing 108 years old mother, or worst in urgent need to pay for medical deposit. Our happiness cut short to just last for less than 8 minutes. We frowned and lost, guilt level increase to the maximum, stared at the money in hand and look back at the scene, how I hope that the scene could replay back and I will choose to ignore the money.

We waited a little while and decided to leave the place as there was no claimer, those money was put in our family pool fund.

The guilt feeling had since been haunted me for weeks, I had troubled in sleep for the first few days, it also stirred my feeling whenever our family use the pool fund.

Lately, my Leng Lui mom (means pretty mom) called to tell me that she lost RM50 in the sundries shop, she was very upset, and I rendered my ears for her to nag, she nagged every day, long enough for a totaling of 7 x 7 = 49 days.

With this, my peaceful mind created a whirlpool…. big and bigger, I look up in the sky, I am deeply sorry and I don’t mean to cause that pain for others…..

Price Price Price !!!

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Sun, 10 Jun 2012 10:01:00 +0000

Since we moved into our very own house, I need to stand on my own feet and be independent, marketing is considered as one of my greatest challenge.

I used to pick up my food grocery at the wet market, the place frequently visited by aunties and uncles, tongue fighting can be seen over few cents on price negotiation of poultry, vegetable, fish & others.

Wet market can be the best place for Business Study Student to do their practical internship, where price negotiation skill can be practiced with win-win solution.

To promote friendliness and create closer relationship with customers, the sellers are storing away and keeping the price in their memory, as buyers, we are forced to ask the pricing, this is how to foster closer tie with them. Sometimes, asking too many pricing may projected the wrong impression of being calculative and stingy, I would normally acted and behave like a rich ma ma, zip off my mouth and just pay generously whatever the price is.

2 years back, Tesxx Stores Sdn Bhd (not the real name) mushroomed out their branch here, Tesxx had all the pricing clearly stated and labeled, from vegetable, poultry to all seafood items. Since then, I come to know all the prices without asking, and the prices are fluctuated according to supply and demand.

After some comparison, I came to know that the wet market traders’ pricing are actually dearer by 30% to 50% (applicable to most of the items). Sobbing in my heart, upon knowing that I am contributing towards their luxurious lifestyle.

Of lately, I made a trip to Cameron Highlands, fully enjoyed the free natural air conditioner weather. Cameron Highlands is a primarily agricultural domain where we find an abundance of vegetables and fruits farms, one of the major tourist attractions is the vegetable markets, but to my horror that some of the vegetables are actually selling 15% more expensive than Tesxx, ironically, our supply of vegetables are actually trucked down from Cameron Highlands.

Buzzing… The more I know, the confuse I am.

Wheels Power

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 13:59:00 +0000

Kembara was born in year 2000, those years she accompanied me day in and out, more lovable than my pillow partner. She is stylishly black fitted with kangaroo bar, she is tall and sporty.

For my petite size and height, at least I am made visible to other drivers. (Prior to this, my colleagues used to haunt by invisible driver at work.)

The time finally come that I have to part with her, my junior took over the steering….vroom vroom vroom… they speed off with my old faithful Kembara. From then onward, she was seen with additional ‘make up’ here and there, I was called to the scene numerous times to settle the problem, thanks god that almighty Kembara gave full protection to the driver.

One month ago, my son gave me a desperate call and I went to the scene, I saw my beloved Kembara lying lifeless with 4 tires pointing up to heaven. All the mirrors were broken,

petrol leaking like a river, to me I saw it like a real person lying with blood oozing out from the wound.

This round was less lucky, my son & 4 passengers sustained minor injury. Kembara was sent in for remedy after the stunt act of performing turn turtle & somersault , but the repairer sees no hope in her future, she was then put at peace.

Adios… Kembara, I will always remember you.

Angel or Devil ??

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 08:27:00 +0000

My Litter L goes to school by school van, there are mixture of standard 1, 2 & 3 girl & boy students in the little vehicle. Little friends are small in sizes, but the noise they made are equivalent to 100 twinttee birds sharing in one cage.

They are having great fun during the journey, chat, play and waive to passerby and commuters. Some time, they tend to disagree with each other, and start the name calling, pushing, punching and throwing little things.

Little L will come back sharing on the happening in school and in van, regardless of happy, sad, angry or frustration.

One day, Little L told me that he was sad to have enemy, I come to know that this standard 2 girl, accusing Little L and friends for pulling her hair and poking her eyes. It seems that she was the victim among the boys, cause was unknown.

Her mom was furious about the incident, she went into the van with a camera, she took pictures of all the boys, giving stern warning and threatened to report this issue to the school principal for their misconduct in van. Little L was upset about it, after discussion among themselves, a group of 5 students went to see principal to tell the truth that they are being misquote and unfair judgement. School head take note of the issue and so far, little girl mother has not turn up for the complaint. (maybe she meant to frighten the boys only)

After a few days later, it seems that the quarrel and bad feeling still persisted, again, the little girl’s mother turn up in the van with a rattan stick in hand, scolding and threaten to beat the so call naughty boys who disturb her daughter.

How strange to see such an over protective mother? Did she really find out how her daughter behaves? Was told by van driver that little girl was engaged in fierce tongue fight with the boys as well, she was no loser.

Children are smarter than parent, in front of parent they can be angel, but, behind they are no angel but devil.

To mend the situation, the van operator separated the little angel to be seated in front beside driver. There, solve the entire problem. As usual, boys and girls are happy to play around with the little angel missing the fun, mother of angel have stress-less night with the camera and rattan stick keeping for good use.

The world is in peace again.

99, 80, 79

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 14:37:00 +0000

I was thirty years old when this additional growth appears in my body, the doctor got his wallet thicker by inches using his knife to remove it. He then told me that it will recur if I do nothing to improve my health.

I pray and turned to someone ‘up up’ there, I told them before I join them floating on cloud, I need extra days to settle on earth. Based on my good track record, I definitely deserved to lengthen my days to 99 years old.

I knew I must strive to ensure that number come true, I did whatever good for 99, my daily schedule include diet, exercise, spa, massage, and many logical & illogical methods and ways to battle it.

Lately, elderly in my family tree reached and crossed over the number of 80, I discovered the great differences in them, namely:-

More ‘don’t’ then ‘do’

Spending more time with doctors than friends
Degrading Memory
Increasing complaining & nagging

I started to wonder how will I be if I set foot on 90?

My junior, Little L bumps into places that he need my explanation, I carefully explain to him what is Old Folk Home. After a long silent, Little L said the following:

LL: Mom, you need to take good care of your own health, because I am not sure whether to keep you at home or send you to old folk home. (Little L sounds serious)

(I am nervous as I never like the place)

LL: I want you to stay healthy, no dripping & bed wetting (Urinary incontinence), I dislike the smell

Oh no, I would rather float than meeting those aged folks under the same roof. 99 ? maybe not that tempting anymore. Shorter life with healthy body will be the best. I should revise and target to float before 80.

79 – I am heading.

Float in Air & Walk on Fire

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Thu, 05 May 2011 15:08:00 +0000

When I was four feet young, some strange things happened in my home, our family members of four took turn to visit doctor, mom whispered that she sensed something not right in the home. She did not tell what was wrong, but, the young me believed that it should be related to - long hair, white gown, long tongue, bleeding eye, uttering hu…hu… hu… and had the ability to float and walk in air.

The situation persisted for a year, my helpful cousin sister brought us to the Chinese Zi Kong temple, popular among Chinese, located far and deep in the village. The path was small, bumpy, zigzag with tall weed grass in both sides.

The temple opened for consultation from 9 pm, sea of peoples queuing seeking for help or por-bi (protection). The Ji Kong Chinese spirit medium (tang-ki) dress in ancient clothing, cap that symbolize a ‘yuan bao’ (ancient money) and a torn fan in hand, we gave our house address, he used his super power to search and investigate, within seconds he said that our house had took over by ‘unwanted guests’. We were given protection ‘fu’ to wand off the spirits temporary.

That night, all of us squeezed into mom’s bed, I dream of them flying everywhere.

We revisited the medium for permanent protection, the tang-ki confirmed that there were a total of 5 spirits involved, of three were young orphans from no where, of two were my ‘sister or brother’ resulted from my mom previous miscarriage.

Tang-ki said he chased away the three, but the two refuse to go as they need sense of belonging, they wanted a ‘place’ in the family.

Tang-ki gave protection red stamp on the back of our outfits, he then placed a Buddhist rosary around my neck, he told me to follow closely, I found myself in a queued in front 12 feet long fire path made up of burning charcoals, the young me fear nothing but to obey, according to Tang-ki, those who cross over the fire path will have their bad luck change.

Tang-ki chanting and he started running, I follow closely behind him and ran over the fire path, I feared for the fire, speed was fast and pushing Tang-ki from his back. Tang-ki almost fall when we finished the line. I brushed and apologized repeatedly.

Two weeks later, there were a new incense burner next to Di-Zhu-Yeh alter (place on the floor). Mom said that it was for the brother and sister. Since then, we live happily ever after。

Di-Zhu-Yeh Alter

Long fire line

Resemble Ji-Kong

Young Men - Please be Reasonable

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 06:09:00 +0000

My basin tap was leaking drop by drop, it was like coin dropping to me, so I use bottle to collect the drops to ensure it go to no waste.

A small little name card pop into my letter box, I gave it a call for help. With 'bip bip road runner' speed, 2 men push my door bell, my eyes enlarged 3 times when they walk in, 1st - they are too young, 2nd - they are too neat, 3rd - they dont have the plumber look, I calmed and pacified myself not to judge the book by its cover.

To get my tap rectify, they need to cross the mountain, plug the stars from sky and empty the seawater. My jaw drop wide when they told me that they ONLY charge a minimal of RM700 to get it done.

These two youngsters' ambition is to own a Mercedes within an hour, bold and daring enough to charge a hefty sum. For these, tug-of-war negotiate going on, they finally turn face and gave it the final dong! dong! hammer of RM380 and nothing less.

I Ting! Ting! on my triangle - RM300 final and nothing more. Obviously, it didn't match the deal. We call off the deal. Too bad, they burst their dream car.

Upon leaving, the young chap ask for their petrol charges, which he had not mentioned upfront, I did not comply and they zoom off with a little not so happy mood.

I went round to grab a house repair contractor to bring in their plumber, next day, 2 men in their fifties came in, at ease and phew ~!! at least they looks like plumbers. With tools in hand they get the repairing & curing job done just within hour. Most important - they charged RM120.

When there are less Shoppers

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 14:09:00 +0000

Being a home maker, I enjoy grocery shopping at non peak hour. Missing are the road traffic, given free will to drive at any speed, or bold enough to perform stun show by driving and cutting toes nails simultaneous. (while traffic police is sipping tea after the busy hours)

Car park is as spacious as desert, car can be parked anywhere, no one will leave creative signature on your car for occupying 2 parking lots.

Trolleys are always there, being the picky one, I use to choose the cleanest and sparkling trolley to bring shine to my face.

Goods are abundance and shoppers are less, I can choose, pick & inspect as I wish, I can use my snail reading speed to finish every single contents and look up for dictionary if needed so, or pocket out my calculator for price comparison.

Honestly, with less shoppers, my mood is super good, relax and happy.

The only setback is I hardly see those ‘leng cai & leng lui’ (handsome and pretty young chaps) around, meeting those with limited regenerative abilities who needed badly on facelift, or those left home without looking in the mirror, and some horrifying with polka pimples cream on their face.

At the counter, cashiers are so warm and friendly, using eye contact to signal that she is available for serving, and beg us to her counter. They will treat all the goods with extra care, arrange it nicely in the bag, forgetting not to bonus us with a smile and words of thank you.

Fishing - Difference experience

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Sat, 11 Sep 2010 14:48:00 +0000

During the 1 week school holiday, we went for fishing in Sg. Petani, paying RM26 per rod per entry for 3 hours, we can bring back all our catch.

Chicken gizzard as bait

total of 5 ponds for the anglers to move around

This was consider crowded as fishing lines may be entangled if there is catch

1st we need to hold still on the rod, no moving even there is fire next door

2nd we must set our eye wide open staring on the floater, dont blink, or else we shall miss the nibbling

hours of patience & endurance (if same effort put in study, sure will get 1st placing in whole school)

there you go... the thrill and the satisfaction (10 times more happy than dating a pretty girl )

Here you go... Patin Fish

Removing hook with pliers

another catch - Cat fish, taste yummy with curry

Worth while after the long long wait, hot sun and missing date with pretty girl

Unusual Flowers

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 09:58:00 +0000

12 years old red palm trees, lately blossom with flowers.

shape likes octopus tentacles

close up look....

difference view

silhouette image

the tiny flowers drop or 'sprinkle' on everywhere

on the path

on the stones

in between roots

close up look, do you think it looks like jelly fish? or alien creatures

I finally caught this little one hanging on the spider web

Hat-Yai Floating Market

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 07:33:00 +0000

Floating Market extended wing from Bangkok to Hat-yai.

This is the arch gate entering into the floating market,

it was Hat-yai new born attraction, it was packed with local and people like me.

Upon entering, stores were seen on both side of the road, again,

it suck visitors and tourists money into their pocket.

this stainless steel bucket fill up with ice at the bottom, gas drinks poured into the mold with bamboo stick adhere, trader use the handle to turn the round bucket, and minutes later we get the ice stick as the end result

fighting fish in the bottle, wondering how they stuff the fish in it?

This store caught my immediate attention, guest what?

selling a full range of insects corps. Looks interesting to me

During that moment, my stomach wasn't that ok after my greed of drinking too much coffee,

so, I opted the big size Cicada out

I go for the thin worm - it tasted plain and dry

yes, these fat worm taste juicy, I just chew and swallow

without thinking where it came from

I miss the grasshopper picture, comparatively, grasshopper was dry and it taste like twig.

Look, scorpion kill people, n people take revenge

After all the insects delicacy, there is a bridge to cross over the river,

on the right side is the stilt huts on the river

and on the left is the floating markets of Hat-yai

Camera Zoom in...

Look, clay pots containers with juice in it, and you can keep the container after used ,

cost 20 bahts or RM2

Creative hats and serving deco

Covered up food, flies no more

Noodle on sales

boats are parked side by side

dessert on sale

Colorful goodies

After all the good food, I am lucky that my stomach was corporative enough without much fuss.

What a great experience!

If you happen to be there, dont miss this.

Journey to Hat Yai

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 14:58:00 +0000

My 2nd trip to Hat Yai in 3 months' time.

This round, I bring along my dum-dum camera, a simple

camera cater for the dum-dum user, no focus require,

only click-click finger exercising.

Bought this Jasmine garland from petty trader promoting at the traffic

light, cost 20 bahts and its aroma freshen up the car.

Heading towards Hat Yai

Unknown temple along the road side.

Spotted this car with auspicious number 8888

Shops & my favorite 7 Eleven

Electric cables are plentiful.

At one glance, I thought accident occur that causes the tyres fly

hanging in between the cables, Ops! it is the excessive cables rolled up,

cater for expansion?? cause unknown.

Thai people given due respect to their King Bhumibol Adulyadej,

big photos are displayed everywhere along the road.

Blurred image ?? Nope, it is due to rain

Overhead arch with King's picture

Thai people are creative, look at the lamp poles with difference designs

Fish design lamp pole

Lamp pole with traditional dancers design

This is the popular commuter Tuk Tuk (blocked by motorist),

where we get around conveniently with 10 to 20 baths per trip

Overload rubber tree trunks.

Motorists can be wonder quite freely, no helmet needed,

and the kid can be seated in front.

Look... 1 driver and 2 pillions, and some with 3.

Continue..... More pictures coming soon.

Short Hair Policy

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 05:44:00 +0000

Some teens feel that making impression is the priority in life, they go along with trendy hairstyle, fashionable clothes and shoes, they just wish to express themselves and their believe. Unfortunately, the school rules everything above. My teens’ hairstyle always irked me to no end, both have enrolled in different high school with short hair policy.

The schools’ rules are stricter than monk’s temple, to ensure that all hair length unify, spot check is carried out, the horror look hairdressers with comb & scissor appear to perform the immediate ‘rectification’ on the offenders, no free meal and each student shall be charged RM2 for the cut. The dancing scissor goes snip! Snip! Snip ! thus making those affected less pretty & handsome. The smirking smile from the discipline teacher shall bring tears to the students.

Unfortunately, my teen boy adores celebrity hairstyle, pushing the boundaries mimicking “Wu Chun” (picture attached), he takes good care of his hair, he style his hair when needed, assorted range of hair gel, spray, conditioner, mousses and a full line of hair care stuff are seen on his dressing table, to prepare for his look, longer hours are needed. He shall frequently pinching and styling his hair with fingers.

If he is unlucky, he can’t be spared for the cut, at times, I was invited to school to discuss on his trendy hairstyle.

Ironically, I have an obedient teen girl, she ensures that her hair length mustn’t touches her collar, she will get rid of the extra length no matter how, or even DIY. She is doing it beyond the set requirement and hair looks awfully short for a girl.

My girl uses the traditional toothed device called comb, and it makes thing simpler and easier, she is more economical minus all the hair care products and uses less shampoo for her hair length. She is care less on outlook, she doesn’t mind walking around with messy Albert Einstein look, she just smirks and fingers combs after we sounded her.

I always puzzled and confused with my teens’ behavior, they are of opposite characteristic, I have to neutralise them by asking boy to keep shorter hair and persuading my girl to extend that few millimetre length.

Hectic City Life No More

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Thu, 03 Jun 2010 14:23:00 +0000

It has been 2 months at home, all my previous worries gone, life at home can be rewarding and interesting.

Times just fly faster at home, I hope to have 48 hours a day.

Good time management are to get things done effectively.

I come to know peoples around me, friendships are multiplying.

A place where I spend most of my quality hours.

Leisurely breakfast with newspaper and radio

I enjoy slower country base lifestyle. The past, has helped me to appreciate the present.

My Yahoo Mails & Facebook were taken away...

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Wed, 26 May 2010 07:41:00 +0000

While half way squeezing the neck of the veggies seller demanding for price down, my handphone ring, my good friend told me that my yahoo mail has been hacked.

Hacker sent out mail to all my contacts, asking for money, content of the mail reads as follow:-

Thanks for your kindness and concern,am in a total panic at the moment, this is a bad luck for me.My cellphone got stolen as well and the hotel phone is currently down.

I will explain things to you better when am back home, My safety is the first priority now. All i have left with me now is not up to $5 . I manage to access a internet cybercafe a bit close to the road.The embassy

here are preparing a temporary document in replacement for my stolen passport

Please i need you to send me money through western union , any amount which you are able to raise,My safety is the first priority now.

Forget about my marketing, I rush back with lightning speed, to my horror that I was not able to open my yahoo mail, all my contacts, my secret admirers contacts, my love letters, my tons of information had all gone with the hacker.

While seeking help from my friend, the hacker moved into my facebook, my facebook pop out a message to tell someone from Nigeria is logging in simultaneously, asking me to verify, before I could do anything, the facebook pop out the window, asking me to re log in, there, gone again with my facebook. I am not able to play farmville any more, I cant plant my veggie and fruits, the few millions of farm coins were missing as well.

My lunch was tasteless, my phone rings non stop, as friends were concern and worry for me.

I think I need to change my mode of communication --> back to basic, sending mails and photos via postman? Playing game boy for entertainment.

Stop & Look

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Mon, 10 May 2010 03:57:00 +0000

To stay home enable me to slow down my foot pace, with relaxing mind, I become more at ease and calm. Today, I partnered with my long neglected camera, captured some pictures along my strolled at home.

The flowers buds

Spider web in the pond

Strange plant

Fern

Nest fern

name after "crocodile tongue "? not sure

insect invaded

result from the invasion

Miniature fountain

pearls like water droplets

Birds building home

home for the family of 6

Phews ! what a life.

Shopping in Hat Yai - Southern Thailand

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 03:27:00 +0000

It takes about approximately 2.5 hours to reach Hat Yai (Southern Thailand) by road from my home Penang, Malaysia, a day trip shopping will be sufficient.

This trip round, I only plan to get myself a backpack and an umbrella, this is important to set shopping target avoiding being over spend.

I slipped into Alzheimer's disease upon arrival, my lost of memory was proven below.

With the help from my Queen of Negotiator sister in law,

I managed to get the backpack hacked from 450 Bahts to 250 Bahts (approx. RM25),

the rest of 2 outfit are out of my list. Valued at 100 Bahts & 250 Bahts respectively

Irresistible purchase

promotion on socks at 100 Bahts for 5 pairs

Unknown cake or pastry that my taste buds love to try

Unknown Meat ball that I bought from Carrefour

Best Mooyang Chapohkij or "Satay" in Malaysia

Then, finally my 2 bags full of .... eh.... eh...

Purchases from 7-Eleven

More than 10 types of instant noodles

beside instant noodles

this was the overall view, coffee, sweets,

bubble gum, juices, crisps, tit bits, & etc

Finally, an alien bill was given

Oh yes, I left out my umbrella. Must include it in my list for the next trip.

http://wikitravel.org/en/Hat_Yai

Ricky

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 08:24:00 +0000

Ricky was 60 months old (or 36 yrs old in dog’s age), weighting around 80 kgs, with its golden shinning hair, he looks more like a lion than a dog. He loved to eat plain bread beside dog food.

Ricky was mighty strong & heavy, we were unable to get him move if he just sit there, the bread works wonder to get him move around with our wish. There was once that he sat on my feet and I had hard time to withdraw. I would close to fall if he accidentally bumps onto me.

Ricky was a busybody, he would come round to watch the happening at home, he would follow us where ever we go, trying to learn and participate our activities. He loved to bath, he would rendered help by bringing soap.

Yesterday was the day, Ricky was call to heaven, some said he got heart attacked, some said that he was ill, but the god up there said that they need Ricky to guard the heaven gate.

The children were sobbing with the looks of gold fish or constipated eyes, the little one could not understand and asked 5W + 1H questions, parent busy searching google, Wikipedia to get the answers.

Ricky, RIP and be good up there.

Sayonara ~~~ 8 am ~ 5:30 pm

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 07:27:00 +0000

Spending 20 years minus 3 months at the same place is not an easy attempt for me, prior to this I hopped like a flea, I landed with difference companies working for only 4 months, 6 months, 9 months…., and 11 months was the longest, higher pay check was the motivation for the hop.

Till now, I still haven’t got the clue for my faithful 2 decades services. This company transformed me to become parasite, holding tight on to the company pillar till the last breath. I will not leave unless the company asks me to. Honestly, I deserve loyalty award.

Too bad, the good old days has gone where the company no longer strong enough to foot anyone of us, I was gifted a big fat check to end my career life. 20 years of memories, 20 years of experiences, 20 years of gifts collections, which takes me almost a month to organize and bring home. It’s scared my kids to see me building up ‘office’ at home.

I love to say hello but hate to say goodbye, I am hiding myself from answering the phone. Still there were overseas callers managed to catch me at home to wish me luck. Customers, vendors and suppliers were giving me tons of advices to ensure that I don’t slip into depression at home.How touching and I could cry and flood the town.

There were a few that welcome me to their ‘world’ and ‘enjoy new life’, I am wondering where and how?

Anyhow, leaving didn’t seem as hard as it is, I learn to detach my feeling and everything went well without tear or heart breaking.

The following pictures were taken on the last day - 31 March 2010, just minutes before the door and lighting were officially closed and turn off.

Coming soon....

noreply@blogger.com (mommyscchoo@gmail.com) — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 10:34:00 +0000

Dear readers,

I have got all your mails to check on my well being. I have got some thing up lately, shall be back on blog soon.

Thank you.