The happy boy...

The happy boy with his Godzila.....! it was good they had this at toysorus....after months of searching ....finally the boy got what he wanted....!!

The Darling Boy is 8

Our Darling boy is 8 today....( he'll get mad at me because he says that only his gramma can call him that...)

8 years ago when he decided to arrive about a few weeks earlier....cause everyone to panic....I remember hearing the Grand uncle even went to knock on shop door to ask them to open so they could by a tin of milk because the tiny little baby wouldn't suck BM...

Our lives turn over since he came....!! Priorities change!!...I remember I even went back to see him once a month...(where by before that I only came home once a year....)

Now he is 8....and he whines so much that at times I can't stand it...he complains like a old man....he doesn't eat durian...he doesn't eat anything unless it's deep fried....but I love him so much that if he is not home I miss him ....!!

he teaches me some lessons some times... about life...this little boy can change my perception of life ...
I know it'll be hard to survive this world growing up in a country that says they are not racist but have to admit they are....being a "rojak boy" with a little of everything in his blood...and have a mother tongue different from others....but I pray that he'll grow up to be a man..a wise one...!! and enjoy life as it comes....!

Happy Birthda Darling boy!!!

p/s.. he whispered to me last nite...requesting a birthday surprise...asking me to buy a cake and do the decoration and surprise him....!!! and I ask him what he wanted for his birthday present... a. Money b. Book c A toy...

he wanted a toy!!

and he wanted this!!!

a GODZILLA...

I can't seem to find this...but I will take him to toysurus to pick up a toy....!!

a simple life that impacted big...

this man i knew from when i was little....he was a man of little words...he was a man of little action...but i don't know why or what but he made a big impact in my life...he was my sunday school van driver from church...every sunday morning he ...never fail...rain or shine will turn up at our gate to pick us up...as our house was one of the farthest i was the first to be picked up and i had always had the privilage to sit in front...as i was always amaze of how driving was...or rather how someone could drive a car when i was little...as i watch him change gear..and if some of you from that generation ..you will know long time ago van had gear on the side of the steering wheel...and i was amaze on how he could change gear without looking at it..but sometime a few jerk here and then could be felt...this uncle didn't say much..he just drives...even with a full load of "monkeys" he was relax and drives without fail...as i out grew sunday school and joined youth fellowship...i kinda missed being chauffeured by the uncle...but one thing i remember...i always wanted to be a driver just like him...after 30 years...i am thankfull that he was apart of my growing years...i learned to drive when i was 18 and i passed my driving license in one shot...i came to kajang and join church and there i ended up becoming one of the first few drivers...chauffeuring people here and there....often i was reminded of this uncle ...of how he had so much patience in him...but i live to my dream of becoming a driver...and i drove for a few years...and even occasionally driving people around now....

And Today i bid farewell to a simple and ordinary man...that made a great impact in my life......

the weather as if setting the mood of sombre...it had been drizzling from morning none stop....

came back from work this evening ...and my dad told me someone i have known from small just passed away this morning..

Uncle Larry..May you rest in peace...

you really was a big impact on my life even as today...thank you for being the uncle driving the van to sunday school...thank you for being a servant of God...and i know you are in the best of hand....being a person of few words...i really thank you...!!