Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I ain't no damsel in distress.

Miss Sassy Messy aka Ayra Rayyan at two years three months.
At this age my little explorer can count 1 to 10
knows some of her alphabets
is still BF-ing
picks her own outfits and shoes
loves the playground (tube slides are her favourite)
is crazy about Dora, Elmo and the Wondergirls
is still best friends with her pacifier
gives random kisses and hugs that I love
has conversations with me (although I can't really decipher what she says)
rolls on any surface if she can't get what she wants
loves noodles, chicken, broccoli, ikan tenggiri, cucumbers, carrots, wholemeal bread and chocolates.
adores playmate aka daddy
is opinionated &expressive ( too much sometimes;p)
can identify family members.
can say nak, nenen, shoes, car, jom, daddy, eat, stop, dora,elmo, please, sorry, thank you, bye bye see you, sing song, dance and a variety of other words in alien language.
has more hair (yay) but its no longer straight but a little curly at the back.
loves cats and kittens (yay)
can tolerate taking baths and showers now.
loves playing with lotion.
and also decorating the walls, floors and furniture with scribbles.
more teeth to bite all the time
still can't tolerate brushing her teeth unless its with the banana flavoured toothpaste.
is into climbing stairs multiple times and also chairs and tables.
has a voice that can be heard two blocks down ( I'am very thankful that she can scream her head off)
loves books (yay)
but also cartoons on TV(tsk tsk daddy punya influence la ni)
tells me to keep quiet everytime its the azan (SSSHH she says)
likes to play peekaboo with my telekung.
milestones. I'am glad you're no damsel in distress baby.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

someone else.

the reason

"People work too hard to figure out the meaning of their lives. Why me, why now. The truth is, sometimes things don't happen to you for a reason. Sometimes it's just about being in the right place at the right time for someone else." 

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Kow Tow Pow Wow.

I need to say this or write it whichever tickles your fancy sensibilities. I can’t respect you out of respect. Respect needs to be earned. And so far you have not earned mine. So you are not in a place to demand to be placed on a pedestal cause dude you need to get back down to earth.

Just for the simple fact that you’re just * way out there*

And I don’t hate you or anything because obviously to hate you would be wasting the precious energy I need. and  I so obviously need positive energy just for the simple fact that I’m trying to raise a two year old here.

You are just making my working conditions a tad bit difficult as someone who is obviously in the position to direct but is not directing because you can’t talk and because I do not listen.

Come on. You got to give better excuses than that. Maybe the reason I’m not listening is because you are not listening or communicating either. Whichever is the lesser evil.

And to use other people as your mouthpiece, that’s so like the 1940’s. We are now in 2011 in case you noticed. Oh wait the bus must have left you there. I guess even the driver didn’t enjoy your company huh?

This is worst than strenuous exercise. But don’t let me stop you I’m kinda getting use to this pace less time with you and more time with Ayra and the H. So maybe I should thank you for putting me into cold storage. And no you’re still not getting any respect ;p