Time of the Month again....

No, it is not that womanly thingy..
Rather, it is the moolahs input & output time..

Oh how, you wish you could go back to old days where all you need to pay was ur ONE hp bills..
Dun have to care how much water, electricity and gas used..
Money for kids childcare..
Food..
Entertainments..
Groceries..

Oh... the list just don't end, do they?

Well, that is the reason why we must always enjoy every moment of our life..

For it only come Once.

Soon, we will be old and how we would wish, we will be as robust and yet be as satisfyingly busy, as we are now.

Goodnight Diary.

8 Years On ~ Without You

Dear Sister,

How time reali flies and it has been 8 long years since the life-changing incident though I never quite erase the memories of those 4 days of uncertainties till it became all clear and sadly, we lost you on this date at 2220hrs.

How can one ever forget that long beep on the life support machine....

A simple beep that seems so solace indicating the painful reality.

No matter how we say we moved on, we know that we still have you in our memory, always.

Wherever you are, you are missed, greatly.

Lovingly,
Me.

Sleepless Nights..

As though we are re-living what happened 8 years ago..
Sleepless, this whole week.
Haiz, I remember not feeling hungry or sleepy thruout our 3 nights staying vigil at TTSH ICU.
Frankly, I have no recollection on how we got by..
Itu lah masenye, orang kate, makan tak kenyang, tido tak lena, mandi tak basah..
Seriously, I dun think I bathed or anything, or maybe I did..
All I wanted was for her to wake up from coma and that all was gonna be ok.
But that wasn't God's plan.

This afternoon, hubby, me & bro paid our lil sis a visit.
It has been a long time since I visited her.
When we arrived, a windmill sounded from a far.
When we left, that windmill sounded again.
I feel that our presence were appreciated, I don't know.

Lil Sis, I miss you.

The Call

8 years ago, we were at ECP, all ready for our 1st ever Kuzzins' Overnight event.

But who would have thought that our excitement would ended up with much anxiety.

I still remember vividly, how time froze the moment the call came in, with the news that NOBODY would ever want to receive.

I still remember how I remained optismistic towards the whole situation.

I still remember looking in disbelief.

I still remember how time stood still.

I still remember wishing that this didnt happen.

I still remember wishing I could slap myself and wake up from this horrible dream.

I still remember how we had to swallow reality and remained in much solace.

8 years on, this feeling still lingers.

Let's start the ball rolling once again...

This video, to kick start it all...