The photography was in conjunction of Disney Magazine cover girl search and my little princess wanted to try it out... Naturally De One Baby and Family photography does their magic as usual...
Anne as Cinderella/ Ariel
What do you think of these lovely pictures? Nice huh? I like them a lot too though maybe the Cinderella's wig was a bit OTT (Over the top)
The photography was in conjunction of Disney Magazine cover girl search and my little princess wanted to try it out... Naturally De One Baby and Family photography does their magic as usual...
The photography was in conjunction of Disney Magazine cover girl search and my little princess wanted to try it out... Naturally De One Baby and Family photography does their magic as usual...
Just for fun.... =)
Email me when can I collect your money and I will be there to relieve you of your burden.. LOL.... ;-P
Lights off-Earth Hour
Last night Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, like other countries celebrated one hour of earth hour.
I was at my mother in law's home in Gombak and well, so my home was all lights off the past two nights. My sister in law asked us to join her at her home for a mini party and so we had some bee hoon or rice noodles fried along with some crab filament sticks and fishballs, some fried tau kua or bean curd to be eaten with some chilli and at 7.30pm, we shut off the lights, locked up the house and went to my sister in law's home in Bangsar.
She was at home with her kids, my nieces and her husband and also neighbour. There was some curry puffs, spring rolls, fried rice and chicken and pineapple pizza taken away from Domino's with Coke for chow.
I was at my mother in law's home in Gombak and well, so my home was all lights off the past two nights. My sister in law asked us to join her at her home for a mini party and so we had some bee hoon or rice noodles fried along with some crab filament sticks and fishballs, some fried tau kua or bean curd to be eaten with some chilli and at 7.30pm, we shut off the lights, locked up the house and went to my sister in law's home in Bangsar.
She was at home with her kids, my nieces and her husband and also neighbour. There was some curry puffs, spring rolls, fried rice and chicken and pineapple pizza taken away from Domino's with Coke for chow.
Being naked in public
It first happened when I was about 25 years old, in the Netherlands. I was there because I broke up with some bloke in Germany and I had gone to continue the rest of my holidays by staying with my ex boyfriend, a wonderful and sweet guy in Delft and he encouraged me to date and have fun. The Dutch are among the most open minded people around in this world if you don't know it yet.
Around that time, my pet sister Rose was also around and we had a wild time visiting sex shops, passing red light districts just for the fun of it with my ex boyfriend of course..
Then there was this guy I met, a friend of my ex boyfriend who then invited us to join him at a spa trip near Rotterdam. Rose and I both agreed to go and then we stopped and thought of what we were going to wear there.
"Can we come in bikinis?" I asked innocently, at the same time thinking I was open minded enough and brave enough.
There was a pause before he replied that people did not wear anything at all in the spas. Oh boy, was both Rose and me shocked into temporary silence. He went on to comfort me that we can just sit in the lounge if we were too shy in dressing robes and have drinks if we did not feel up to it. Mollified, we agreed.
It sure was awkward walking from the changing room to the lounge in dressing robes as most of the people were all in the nude already.
After having a drink, my date excused himself to go and make use of the spa facilities whilst Rose and I looked meaningfully at each other then decided to shed our inhibitions and join the rest. After all, when in Rome just do as the Romans do, right? Rose and I comforted each other that we looked good and better then a lot of the other people there who came in all sizes and shapes and cellulites..
Around that time, my pet sister Rose was also around and we had a wild time visiting sex shops, passing red light districts just for the fun of it with my ex boyfriend of course..
Then there was this guy I met, a friend of my ex boyfriend who then invited us to join him at a spa trip near Rotterdam. Rose and I both agreed to go and then we stopped and thought of what we were going to wear there.
"Can we come in bikinis?" I asked innocently, at the same time thinking I was open minded enough and brave enough.
There was a pause before he replied that people did not wear anything at all in the spas. Oh boy, was both Rose and me shocked into temporary silence. He went on to comfort me that we can just sit in the lounge if we were too shy in dressing robes and have drinks if we did not feel up to it. Mollified, we agreed.
It sure was awkward walking from the changing room to the lounge in dressing robes as most of the people were all in the nude already.
After having a drink, my date excused himself to go and make use of the spa facilities whilst Rose and I looked meaningfully at each other then decided to shed our inhibitions and join the rest. After all, when in Rome just do as the Romans do, right? Rose and I comforted each other that we looked good and better then a lot of the other people there who came in all sizes and shapes and cellulites..
Let not your hearts be troubled.........
PEACE OF MIND
If you were to ask your neighbor,
"What would give you peace of mind?" he might tell you,
"A vacation in Bermuda!" or
"An extra hundred grand would give me peace!", or
"A new Ferrari would make me content!"
I believe.... Beautiful Poem ...
I got this poem from a friend of mine and I think it is so beautiful... I am sharing this with all my friends here....
A Birth Certificate shows that we were born,
A Death Certificate shows that we died,
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.
A Birth Certificate shows that we were born,
A Death Certificate shows that we died,
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.
The silver lining in every cloud...
Some people just like to complain and bemoan every little thin that gone wrong in their lives. They might sit and keep complaining over the little thing. I was at this seminar once and the motivator was also saying how when he attended Anthony Robbin's seminar, and during the firewalk Anthony Robbins have to see how people react or if they can make their own self concious strong enough, how many people stop to complain about little burns or injuries that happen along the way.
My own mother is like that. She will pick on all the bad things happening. And wonder why is she so unlucky and such. These people are the people with the glass half empty.
My own mother is like that. She will pick on all the bad things happening. And wonder why is she so unlucky and such. These people are the people with the glass half empty.
In wrong company..(a narrow escape..)
I met Ricky two years after my divorce from my ex husband. I was all alone in KL then, staying in a poky little room which was all I could afford at that time, which happened to be bed bug infested.
He was an acquaintance of a friend. He was tall, good looking, slim, well dressed(British India clothings, Phillipe Charriol watch and belt etc ) and seemingly successful. He seemed nice, friendly and sincere. He took an interest in me and asked me out. And in no time, I was bowled over by him and moved in with him. He was Indonesian with some European ancestors somewhere and looked like a movie star.
He did not want me to work, and gave me money for food or household items. But after a while he started to question my movements as well as demand an accounting for all the money spent.
I did not know it but he was making me totally dependent on him then and was slowly cutting me off my other friends and such, not that it mattered as I was an introvert and did not have many friends then.
It wasn't until I was really dependent on him when he showed his true colours. He wasn't a businessman unless scams and cheating people was a business. He was submerged in a life of crime, vice, scams, and such - fake money, luring tourists to gamble away their money and using women to lure unsuspecting men back to their room then drug them and steal their valuables.
Foolishly I was in love with him and so I let it be but he was trying to groom me to help him out in his dealings and such. He taught me the tricks of the trade and taught me valuable lessons as to how to look out for myself in case someone wanted to drug me or such. Unfortunately for him, I was a most unwilling student and gave him loads of excuses and would not be part of the group despite his threats and pleas except for once, which made me sick to the core and that was one of the incidents that made me question my own sanity of staying with him.
The last straw was when we were stopped in a road block and he did not have proper documentation and was detained by the cops. I had to plead with the cops who eventually released him but one of them kindly warned me that I could be in trouble if such a thing happened again as harbouring an illegal immigrant. And I found out that he had many fake passports and identification cards as well. I realise I was in love with a dream and in the year I was with him, I did not actually know who he was. Whatever I knew of him was a lie and in the long run I would get into more trouble.
I told him I needed to go home to my kids and mother and I wanted out. He was furious and threatened to turn me over to his friends who ran a brothel and even threatened to kill me since I knew most of his secrets and such.
It took a lot of pleading and reassurance that I would not mention anything to anyone before he reluctantly let me go. But he gave me about RM500 to take care of myself before I left.
Indeed it was a very narrow escape as a couple of months later, I came across a mutual friend who told me he was arrested and in a lock up.
Thinking back, I still thank my lucky escape or I would have been in hot water as well.
He was an acquaintance of a friend. He was tall, good looking, slim, well dressed(British India clothings, Phillipe Charriol watch and belt etc ) and seemingly successful. He seemed nice, friendly and sincere. He took an interest in me and asked me out. And in no time, I was bowled over by him and moved in with him. He was Indonesian with some European ancestors somewhere and looked like a movie star.
He did not want me to work, and gave me money for food or household items. But after a while he started to question my movements as well as demand an accounting for all the money spent.
I did not know it but he was making me totally dependent on him then and was slowly cutting me off my other friends and such, not that it mattered as I was an introvert and did not have many friends then.
It wasn't until I was really dependent on him when he showed his true colours. He wasn't a businessman unless scams and cheating people was a business. He was submerged in a life of crime, vice, scams, and such - fake money, luring tourists to gamble away their money and using women to lure unsuspecting men back to their room then drug them and steal their valuables.
Foolishly I was in love with him and so I let it be but he was trying to groom me to help him out in his dealings and such. He taught me the tricks of the trade and taught me valuable lessons as to how to look out for myself in case someone wanted to drug me or such. Unfortunately for him, I was a most unwilling student and gave him loads of excuses and would not be part of the group despite his threats and pleas except for once, which made me sick to the core and that was one of the incidents that made me question my own sanity of staying with him.
The last straw was when we were stopped in a road block and he did not have proper documentation and was detained by the cops. I had to plead with the cops who eventually released him but one of them kindly warned me that I could be in trouble if such a thing happened again as harbouring an illegal immigrant. And I found out that he had many fake passports and identification cards as well. I realise I was in love with a dream and in the year I was with him, I did not actually know who he was. Whatever I knew of him was a lie and in the long run I would get into more trouble.
I told him I needed to go home to my kids and mother and I wanted out. He was furious and threatened to turn me over to his friends who ran a brothel and even threatened to kill me since I knew most of his secrets and such.
It took a lot of pleading and reassurance that I would not mention anything to anyone before he reluctantly let me go. But he gave me about RM500 to take care of myself before I left.
Indeed it was a very narrow escape as a couple of months later, I came across a mutual friend who told me he was arrested and in a lock up.
Thinking back, I still thank my lucky escape or I would have been in hot water as well.
Of getting robbed and a victim of snatch theft...
There's so many cases of people getting robbed and being victims of snatch theft. It is worrying and scary.
I've had that happen to me. I got robbed with a friend of mine when I was going to church one evening. Two 17 year old girls, me sleeping over her place. We were both heading to the St Anne's church and were at a bus stop waiting for a bus to pick us up when two youths stopped their bike and got down.
I thought nothing of it, was just worried if they might want to disturb us but it wasn't what that happened. All of a sudden, they were brandishing knives and one of them had grabbed hold of my arm as my friend broke free and quickly tried to cross the road. I was held at knife point as they threatened my friend to cut me up if she refuse to follow instructions, at the same time pacifying us that all they wanted was our valuables.
Valuables huh.. I didn't have anything other then RM10 on me then, which I handed over. My friend had to hand over more. She had about RM50 and also a gold necklace which she gave the robbers. After getting what they wanted, they left us standing where we were, shaken and shocked but otherwise fine.
The other incident happened to me when I was working with Warner Music Malaysia back in 2001. I had just came out of the office after a meeting that ended late. I was talking to a friend who was also in the music industry in another company over the phone, minding my own business and walking at the side of the road, carrying my handbag which I had just bought from a recent trip in the USA. In it, I had just withdrawn RM500, besides having some tickets to the Corrs concert as well as some other tickets. Along came a couple of guys on a motorcycle, they came up the curb on the walkway and smoothly relieved me of my handbag as I was yakking away on the phone.
I was stunned as I blankly and stupidly stare at the motorcycle zooming away with a portion of my pay and also the keys to my home. I fell silent and sensing something wrong, my friend asked if there was something wrong. Finally, I told him what had happened and he asked me if I was joking. I excused myself from the conversation we were having, to return to the office where one of my colleague took me to the police station to make a report and loaned me RM200.
The next day someone phone me to tell me that my bag and some items along with my identification card had been found at the Cultural Centre, 5 mins drive away from where my office was. My keys and identification was there but the money and tickets and anything of value was all gone.
I guess I was lucky in the sense that I was not hurt in either incident, only shocked and shaken. And that's what that matters most.. Since material things and money, though painful to lose and which are only temporary in this life, can be replaced, being injured greviously or to die for no good reason is even worse.
I've had that happen to me. I got robbed with a friend of mine when I was going to church one evening. Two 17 year old girls, me sleeping over her place. We were both heading to the St Anne's church and were at a bus stop waiting for a bus to pick us up when two youths stopped their bike and got down.
I thought nothing of it, was just worried if they might want to disturb us but it wasn't what that happened. All of a sudden, they were brandishing knives and one of them had grabbed hold of my arm as my friend broke free and quickly tried to cross the road. I was held at knife point as they threatened my friend to cut me up if she refuse to follow instructions, at the same time pacifying us that all they wanted was our valuables.
Valuables huh.. I didn't have anything other then RM10 on me then, which I handed over. My friend had to hand over more. She had about RM50 and also a gold necklace which she gave the robbers. After getting what they wanted, they left us standing where we were, shaken and shocked but otherwise fine.
The other incident happened to me when I was working with Warner Music Malaysia back in 2001. I had just came out of the office after a meeting that ended late. I was talking to a friend who was also in the music industry in another company over the phone, minding my own business and walking at the side of the road, carrying my handbag which I had just bought from a recent trip in the USA. In it, I had just withdrawn RM500, besides having some tickets to the Corrs concert as well as some other tickets. Along came a couple of guys on a motorcycle, they came up the curb on the walkway and smoothly relieved me of my handbag as I was yakking away on the phone.
I was stunned as I blankly and stupidly stare at the motorcycle zooming away with a portion of my pay and also the keys to my home. I fell silent and sensing something wrong, my friend asked if there was something wrong. Finally, I told him what had happened and he asked me if I was joking. I excused myself from the conversation we were having, to return to the office where one of my colleague took me to the police station to make a report and loaned me RM200.
The next day someone phone me to tell me that my bag and some items along with my identification card had been found at the Cultural Centre, 5 mins drive away from where my office was. My keys and identification was there but the money and tickets and anything of value was all gone.
I guess I was lucky in the sense that I was not hurt in either incident, only shocked and shaken. And that's what that matters most.. Since material things and money, though painful to lose and which are only temporary in this life, can be replaced, being injured greviously or to die for no good reason is even worse.
Disney On Ice Princess Wishes....
Last night I took Anne to watch Disney On Ice-Princess Wishes, making her dream come true also... She had been wanting to see one since last year. We had a wonderful time and enjoyed the show truly.
Anyway here are some pics to share. But most of the pretty pics come from the program book ok... cause my camera wasn't so clear.
We had a wonderful time as well as spent a lot of money as well.. LOL... Anne came home with the programme, a rose, an Ariel figurine and a Mickey mouse wearing a crown mug. That was a happy little girl.
Anyway here are some pics to share. But most of the pretty pics come from the program book ok... cause my camera wasn't so clear.
We had a wonderful time as well as spent a lot of money as well.. LOL... Anne came home with the programme, a rose, an Ariel figurine and a Mickey mouse wearing a crown mug. That was a happy little girl.
Every cloud has it's silver lining..
Whenever a door closes, another will open.. It's up to us to find opportunity elsewhere if we can't find it in the first place.
I may be only 33 going on 34 years old, but I have had my fair share of good times and also bad times. I've been down the dumps and up to cloud nine even if it was just a while.
I've been hit, sexually abused, robbed, had my handbag snatched, lived in a very dumpy room with bed bugs biting me every night I lay down to sleep, begged for help, almost forced into prostitution or a life of crime(that's an interesting and long story left for another time..) but I had my fair share great times as well. I've travelled a fair portion of the world (been to London, Paris, Las Vegas, Hong Kong, Dublin, Amsterdam, San Diego, Copenhagen, Belfast, and many more places). I've met celebrities(local and foreign-A1, Westlife, Plus One, M2M, Safri Duo, the Corrs, Pink, Blue, POD, Atomic Kittens etc), even kissed one or two of them but not naming names here.. Slept in 5 or 6 star suites. Rubbed shoulders with chairmans and VIPs and such. Been to Disneyland twice.
I've been brought down so low, I've cried myself to sleep a few nights in a row, and I had to live on charity and people's hand outs but I've also lived and been treated like a princess.
Life can be a funny thing if you let it get to you. It can be so full of wonderful things but it can also be full of sorrow and pain. But one thing is for sure, nothing last forever, I've learnt to enjoy the good times and just sit tight, struggle through the bad times as I know it won't last. Everytime something bad or good happens it's for a reason. And well, I try to stay strong and positive the best I can and just continue doing what I think is best for me and my loved ones.. the hard times and challenges have only made me a much stronger and positive person. =)
I may be only 33 going on 34 years old, but I have had my fair share of good times and also bad times. I've been down the dumps and up to cloud nine even if it was just a while.
I've been hit, sexually abused, robbed, had my handbag snatched, lived in a very dumpy room with bed bugs biting me every night I lay down to sleep, begged for help, almost forced into prostitution or a life of crime(that's an interesting and long story left for another time..) but I had my fair share great times as well. I've travelled a fair portion of the world (been to London, Paris, Las Vegas, Hong Kong, Dublin, Amsterdam, San Diego, Copenhagen, Belfast, and many more places). I've met celebrities(local and foreign-A1, Westlife, Plus One, M2M, Safri Duo, the Corrs, Pink, Blue, POD, Atomic Kittens etc), even kissed one or two of them but not naming names here.. Slept in 5 or 6 star suites. Rubbed shoulders with chairmans and VIPs and such. Been to Disneyland twice.
I've been brought down so low, I've cried myself to sleep a few nights in a row, and I had to live on charity and people's hand outs but I've also lived and been treated like a princess.
Life can be a funny thing if you let it get to you. It can be so full of wonderful things but it can also be full of sorrow and pain. But one thing is for sure, nothing last forever, I've learnt to enjoy the good times and just sit tight, struggle through the bad times as I know it won't last. Everytime something bad or good happens it's for a reason. And well, I try to stay strong and positive the best I can and just continue doing what I think is best for me and my loved ones.. the hard times and challenges have only made me a much stronger and positive person. =)
Life is blissful...
I woke up this morning at 4.30am. Couldn't help in as my body clock is a little hay wire. Been waking up the past few days around 4.30and I don't know why. But anyway, I feel blessed. I may not be rich with millions in the bank or a Ferrari or Porsche or even a Beamer in my driveway, heck.. even with a driving license I'm still a chicken when it comes to driving myself.
I have a wonderful husband who lets me be who I am, who loves me for what I am despite what I've gone through. I have an adorable little daughter, spoilt she may be but she is the light of my life, my second chance to truly enjoy motherhood where I missed out on my elder children.
I have wonderful penpals and friends whom I can never thank enough. Life is strange in the sense that if you are never thankful enough or count your blessings, you will never be contented and if you're never contented, you'll never be happy. Many people are like that. They tend to take things for granted and never thank God/Allah or even the universe for whatever they have in life.
I always bear in mind when I want to complain over something that there are always someone who is worse off then me.
Like the saying.. "I complained I have no shoes until I saw the man with no legs"
But seriously- Life is blissful for me.. and I am happy with what I have but well, if God/Allah deems to shower me with even more blessings, it will definitely be welcomed with open arms... LOL.
Thanks for reading this my friends.....
I have a wonderful husband who lets me be who I am, who loves me for what I am despite what I've gone through. I have an adorable little daughter, spoilt she may be but she is the light of my life, my second chance to truly enjoy motherhood where I missed out on my elder children.
I have wonderful penpals and friends whom I can never thank enough. Life is strange in the sense that if you are never thankful enough or count your blessings, you will never be contented and if you're never contented, you'll never be happy. Many people are like that. They tend to take things for granted and never thank God/Allah or even the universe for whatever they have in life.
I always bear in mind when I want to complain over something that there are always someone who is worse off then me.
Like the saying.. "I complained I have no shoes until I saw the man with no legs"
But seriously- Life is blissful for me.. and I am happy with what I have but well, if God/Allah deems to shower me with even more blessings, it will definitely be welcomed with open arms... LOL.
Thanks for reading this my friends.....
More pics...
My husband's children....(my step children and my little daughter)
My eldest daughter Suria Natalia....
My nieces with Indonesian singer/actor Irwansyah.
My nieces with Malaysian actress Fasha Sandha
My nieces with Indonesian actress/singer Acha Septriasa
Introducing other family members- the older kids...
Suria Natalia, my eldest daughter and Alyssa Aisya, my step daughter...
Alyssa Aisya and Daniel Sharkif, my beloved step children
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