Fishing Frenzy!!!

Lately ART's fishing addiction has become worse.... he even willing to give up his weekend footbal/futsal for it! Thats serious..... He started off by going to local ponds like the one in Port Klang and Sentul.... hehe i can still bring my books and went off with him..

Then he went father to P.Pankor... P.9 ... for Jenahak and Siakap.... i didn't go lah.. since ART said the boat is too small... can only fit 3 angler... ( yeah right?!) Anyway i don't really mind... since everytime he'll brought tones of fresh fishes for me to feast on... even though i only know how to fry it... ( outsourced to my maid actually)

ART fishing frenzy went further up to Yan, Kedah... going after some Tenggiri he said.... Yeah... he brught back 5-6 pieces of 3Kg tenggiri... muahahahahaha... the catwoman is back... we ate nothing but fish for a good 3 month....

From far north ... ART shoot down to Jeli or mersing... ( which ever laa.. since i'm not too sure where).... hahaha... he bough home (Pilahdalphea) a x-large coleman full of ikan kembong! and 2 pies of shark! ( anak ajer) I really don't know how to skin that fish.... its skin is thick as an elephant skin... i tried peeling it off... sort of peeling off a banana skin... FAILED! The i tried the peeling off mango style... again FAILED.... finally i tried the peel off patato skin style... still failed but somehow i managed to get rid of that skin.... the fish now looks like a piece of wood....so if anyone got any idea on how to skin a shark.. letme kno...

ART latest addiction now is Koa Adang... to those who fails ur geo class... that's in Thailand...Normally he would only be gone 2D1N.... but no...no.. no... this time he has to spend 4D3N..... Well what can i say.... with a fridge full off fish.... and my ART came back healthy and happy.... at least he's not going after 'chicken'.....

So all and all... i must say this hobby i must support to keep him happy, healthy and more loving to me... muaahhhhh.

Next trip .... Burma Bank? Gilo ko kau jang oiii!!!

Love....Sally

Why Women Cry.....

I'm not a poet to begin with.. but i do feed my soul with some touchy dowey feely stuff sometimes. Just to appreciate some people's gift of writing beautiful words of wisdom. Being able to pen down your thoughts are a great gift.. which i don't have apprantly.. ..

But i'm happy to say that sometimes i appreciate it.. this is one of those stuff which i think is beautiful... as a daughter, wife, mother and a woman.. i never thought of my tears can be describe so delicately as this..

.... too bad i didn't kno who wrote it...

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A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said: "When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.

" You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

-The End-

happy birthday Arissa....

Cough.....cough....cough....

I have been bad bad bad blogger lately by not putin my 2 cents worth of thought... as usal the excuse would work and school.... im way too occupied to oranise my social tought together... so it would be nice enough for my fan to read... (uweekk....) anyway.... my very own and only baby girl celebrated her second birtday 31.03.2007. Phewsss... how time flies just like that. I still can almost smell her baby smell when she was a mere hungry, cryin and little whiney baby...what a bless and a hugh accomplisment for both myself and ART.

Lets rewind to 10 years back... where we were in school... kolej...uni.. all tat was impt to most of us anyway was findin te best way to ave fun.... te easiest way to get our homework done... and te best way to get food....its all about us .. us ... us.... Most of us does ave family, siblins and friend to care for... but.. we matter most! but by te time i ot married... thins took 360deree turn. Back tan.. who can imagine.. i would have a motherly bone in my body!

But look now... i ave maned to care for a 3.4kg hapless little baby to a beautiful..healty... intellience little girl... wow....what can be more fullfillin than tat??

At two...Arissa can now browse through er books... plays football wit er papa.... ask for er favourite toys... movies... .. she even knows wat bedtime story she wants me to read. wit all progress... arissa is now naughtier tan ever... she fought wit er sisters and cousins...she spills her drinks on my carpet and even cars... se thow stuff.. messed up my book... did er own grafitti on my wall and even my plasma tv!

well i guess.. tat is te packae we ot for bein parent.... we just ave to be super duper patient and just give her the best i got...

happy birtday pisa...... mommy and papa LOVE u!
Muuaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....

p/s my g & h keyboard are non workin anymore... so forive my spellin.. or lack of it.

Live without ART ... Part (II)

A friend in need is a friend in deed. ( ntah btol .taktau) Well to those who knows me personally .. would know which i can be a little crazy sometimes. I do a lots of unimportant and time wasting stuff. Such as reading my own blog ... Haa... ha... ha...

I got few smses from some of my good fren after i wrote "Life without ART" . So as my time is abundance at that time... i re-read what i wrote. Heee sounds so dramatic... which i can be sometimes ( but of course not as dramatic as one of the greatest drama queen i've ever known... yeah thats u rahma) so thanks guys for the concern of my well being. Good to know if anything bad ever happen to my life... at least i still have fren to console me..

So just to clear the doubts... I'm still in possesion of my beloved ART. He went aways to satisfy some urges which as a woman ... i can't imagine how to full fill it. Not in my wildest fantasy. I remember times which i asked ART to include in.. so i know how he feels.. so i know why he's so passionate about it...HE REFUSE TO TAKE ME!!!!

anyway....He went on a fishing adventure actually... 4 days of fishing in the deep sea. Sleeping with nature....being push back and forth by the waves and winds of the ocean. At the same time, handling and using all those complicated and huge fishing tools which i didn't even know how to pronounce. We'll talked about that nanti lah..

So now, he's back in my arms. With a coleman full of fishes of course. My feezer is now filled with fishes and had no more room for chicks and meat.

chiow...