The 100happydays project

Favorite peanut butter.

So a friend who is battling depression for years (I call it depression, she calls it being stuck in a rut) decided to take part in the 100happydays project in her attempt to be a happier person. Whatever makes you happy, I thought. For me, it's not hard to find at least one thing that makes me happy on a day-to-day basis. I just snap a pic of my lunch, and wallah! 1 point for happiness! Heheh.

I don't post my 100happydays pic online daily but I do make it a point to send it to her without fail. She's on day 7 now, not sure if she's a happier person yet (because I still get her messages about how sucky life is) but I guess slow pace wins the race. Or something.

8/52

"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

Emre: Quite the ladies' man, this one.
Rumi: Still insecure, but that's okay.

Chee chong fun for lunch

gifts

Love, LOVE, love buying gifts for people (maybe I was Santa Claus in past life).
But bonus is looming, and as I always say, the best gift in life is the gift you give your self.
God give me strength to not spend irrationally! (but I do need a new must-have handbag hmm hmm)

Farewell gift.

Christmas gifts.

Are you meant for me?

Or are YOU? 

ex-6/52

Ah, I forgot I have this photo in my drafts folder. Guess it was meant for week 6/52 but I get so sick of iPhone photos at times (because you have the tendency to add filter to every photos) and I miss my Lumix babies.

7/52

“a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

Emre: Abang's shadow. He aims to please his Abang all the time. But they still fight like crazy.

Rumi: Aish, more battle scars!

Childhood.

In Kg Baru for lunch, where we grew up. Bila nampak sira pisang rindu sgt pada arwah Mama. 

6/52

“a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

emre: the milk whisperer. most nights, he would slowly tip-toe to me and whispers that he wants milk. a nightly delight.

rumi: he can write in mandarin! (now Ibu needs to learn a new language)

random

daily anthem: Life is Good by Dynamic Duo

Ever since I quit twitter (well let's just call it an indefinite hiatus) I'm pretty much the worst person to have a conversation with. Just ask my husband! I don't know jack about who did what, who killed who, which politician screwed who, prawns what prawns, hoh will smith died etc etc. But it's nice to be away from twitter. For now. I know it's the best go-to medium for the latest news (fake or not) but urgh, sometimes I wonder why I follow half of the people in my list. But I guess that's the way it is with social media, it's like a love-hate relationship with your, say, weight, or hair.

The Fault In Our Stars | Official Trailer

Can't wait to see this with my nieces and cry like the hot mess that we are.

5/52

“a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

emre: face and arms full of scratch marks.

rumi: evil senpai of the scratching kind.

thinking.

Photo taken after getting my head check at the hospital.

Slipped outside the bathroom yesterday and hit my head hard on the wood panel. Not fun at all. Good thing I managed to get Rumi to get some ice for me while I lay on the floor, disoriented. I don't want to die this way.

My grandfather passed away after missing his footing on a slippery floor. I didn't see it happen (I was probably 5 at that time) but I still remember that bloodied spot under his house. My grandmother's sister died after hemorrhaging from a fall in the bathroom too. Aish, why am I thinking about all this?!

I don't know where is this post heading but I think I need to start teaching the boys what to do when there's an emergency. Perhaps create a speed dial for them. I don't know. As if life wasn't shitty enough yesterday -- i got locked inside the same damn bathroom for more than half an hour! Roy had to break down the door after he got back from his Friday prayer. Imagine if he was out for a meeting. With the kids outside not being able to help me.. oh god.. 

My head still hurt but I think it'll be okay sooner or later. The swelling is not as bad as yesterday too. Sigh. Think I'll go lie down now.