flowers at the attic

I was in the book sale aisle at the library tonight.

Came across to the book i had read once upon a time.

I was so intrigued to buy it but remembering how incest-laden the content of the book is, made me think twice.

if you know V.C.Andrews kinda style, you know pretty much what I mean.

So, I continue flipping for softer version by Sidney Sheldon

Breakdown

got my menses this morning.

i thought I was Ok.

until we went to rideau mall, I saw a limping father pushed his special son wheel in the midst of shoppers enjoying their meal.

I was alone at that time cause M went to timmies to get us drinks.

suddenly i found myself cry a river

and it was a lovely, cold but sunny day

I am such a pooper.  Kesian M

M.A.L.A.S

mood malas melanda

Although people pretty much know i am a full time housewife, I dont actually consider myself as a complete idealistic housewife.

you know where the house is in prim and proper and everything is spotless and sparkling clean.

or where the dining table is so martha stewartly decorated with matching napkins and drapes.

pffftttt

my house is not even closed to a typical kelamin household, let alone a shining floor.

forget about baking cakes and cookies too.

I dont have kids, hence necessary job description is none to avail.

eating out is mostly welcome and a helping hand from Mr M in vacuuming and cooking is a must.

since I have way less responsibility than other SAHM, I choose to be happy with a bit (hah!) cluttered house and dine out with girlfriends.

For the only reason to be a happy lazy me, I allowed M to call me Melayu Malas as much as he please.

words can't hurt you but scrubbing the floor can.

choose wisely

it just a photo. cmon!

not a while ago. an old friend let her steam off over on one famous social network.
She a career woman, a mother of few children and a wife.

plenty of responsibility. hats off

genuinely admire her, I told her that it would take a lot of effort to keep up with her daily routine and kudos on doing that.

instead of thank you, she blasted me off saying that now I should understand why she never posted any exotic delicious home-cooked dinner.

I tried not to be sensitive enough that that words were meant to me, cause:

* I posted almost daily what I cooked or ate. nak tersentaplah ni kan

* and it aint delicious or exotic looking at all. so i think i should cross that out.

* and it meant for the feast of my mom's eyes who constantly ask me "what I eat or cook today?"

I bet my mom didnt care if I live closed enough to her house.

Up till tonight, I still posted my so not exotic and delicious looking food.

I told M. He said that I would be accountable to every word I wrote in social network in day of Judgement

Amboii.. ustaz janggut nih .. like i dont know that.