Ice Cream

I love ice cream... though I am chubby.. I enjoy eating with my love ones.

I tend to control ... eat maybe once a while...

When I fell in love, I ate more with him. :)

I remember the place where we first met, he brought me to have Tiramisu Ice Cream which is my favorite. From then on, we usually had dessert after our western dinner.

Those were the happy moments we had and my face went so round and round...

That particular day when we sat down and talked about our change of plan and future, we were at the same ice cream shop. That afternoon, the ice cream was tasteless to me. My heart was aching. We didn't share the ice cream, we were talking and talking, and both were sad.


After some time of depression, I returned to my brother's home, who used to be my hero, loves to take care of me and literally feeding me or "fathering" me since small.

Over the phone, he knew my weak condition, " Do you want to eat anything? I will bring home in a short while?" I replied in a still small voice, "nah, It's ok, I am fine..."


He brought home ice cream.


This is the thing that he knew and I sensed he knows his sister will feel comfortable and enjoy...


I was touched...

Sweet Hours this evening

I had a very good moment with mom this evening.

She prepared me my favourite dishes, called me when I was on my way back.

When I was a teenager, I used to fight with her, talked back to her, slammed my bedroom door whenever she yelled at me...

I always thought mom was too harsh on me or she never understood me.

As I grew up, I learnt to communicate with her. Though there were times we disagree on certain issues of life, I chose to keep quiet. I remember once we disagreed on an important issue, I found myself so rejected and misunderstood, I stopped my car and left her in the restaurant with family, I dashed off and never went home again.

When I was on my way back to KL, my eyes filled with tears. I counted my blessings in my life.

I was mom's youngest kid, I used to get lots of attention from her. I was the apple of her eyes. She was so proud of my academic study, my performances on stage, my speeches in public event as a kid. She lost her focus when our family went through a crisis, she was under great stress and difficulty; that was the time we couldn't communicate anymore.

It took me months/years to go back and see her. She finally accepts me as who I am and reaches out to me.

I am touched. I wanna love her and dad more and more....