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Wishing my loved Ones a Happy Birthday!!! My Sister JANE who celebrated her BIRTHDAY on the 21st JUNE. *Sorry Jane, I don't have a decent and beautiful photo of you* and my two nieces: Lovey on the 6th JUNE Sharrel on the 23rd JUNE WISHING THE THREE OF YOU MORE BIRTHDAYS AND YEARS BLESSED WITH LOVE, HEALTH AND WEALTH!

Today marks the 13 years into our relationship. We basically grow matured together. Him to a loving, some-what protective husband and daddy. Me to a some-what obedient, dotting, loving wife and mother. When I look at him, I thank my God for blessing me with this wonderful person in my life. He will do whatever I ask him to do just to make me happy. The recent sweetest thing he did was last Saturday night. My hunky is a bit shy and he doesn’t like to be in the spotlight. I asked him to bring me to the dance floor during the wedding Reception. I just asked him once and he saw the longing in my eyes and said “oklah”. I had my first slow dance on the dance floor for the first time in nearly 4 years (the first and last time was during our wedding reception). I know it’s very hard for him to be in the dance floor but he did because he loves me and that’s enough to give him strength. Today, our son is three years old and it has been three short blissful years of being parents. I remembered my...

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, “something happens in the heart” said Rahul to Anjali, something did happen to my heart and in result a new blog is born… I’m not sure how this blog will mature but I hope it will progress without me having regrets of what I have posted… Something always happen to my heart… resulted from quirky remark from Sultan, enlightenment from longlegs, small little sweet things uttered from Hunky’s lips, innocent remarks from Pagago and others… I have always stood on the principle that I will not regret on whatever actions or choices that I have made but it seems as I grow older I have to come to terms that I have made a lot of wrong choices and during this epiphany, I have to bow down to fate. Banging my head on the wall will not make things alright as “Nasi sudah menjadi bubur” or in English “There’s no crying over spilt milk” or something like that… I can’t remember… at this second of my life I can number a few choices that I made which I must say I regretted choosing… and...