BEAUTIZA

Having a home to stay is good enough. I thought staying in an apartment is safe because you only have to check on the front door. Further more my apartment is located at the 2^nd floor, so I guess the safety is more important than the security. But I did put grill on every windows and the front door.

As I remember, it was before Christmas in 2006. My husband, Chris drove me and the children to my parents house in Tebobon before he go to work. It was 7.15 am when we left the apartment.

As usual me and my family got so many things to talk about.. having great time there with them.. until I got a call from my husband at 4.30pm… ‘Dear, I think somebody break into our house’….. I was trembling.. I cant hardly stand.

After I put down the phone, I didn’t know what to do.. I remember my mum gave me water to drink.. she said to calm me down. Well I wanted to cry but no tears coming out from my eyes, I wanted to shout but who should be blamed, I really don’t know what to do.. I just sit down .. waited for my dad to send me home.

My dad drove me home, while my children were in my mummy’s care. Upon reaching home, I can feel my body trembling.. the 2^nd floor seems to be very high to me. I saw people talking to each other while looking at me… so embarrassing..

In front of my house, my husband were talking with our neighbour, his part of the story on how he saw the door was slight open when he passed by..and the wife continue.. she knocked the door to see whether we were there.

Once I went inside the house, I felt so different, its an unpleasant feeling that somebody were actually inside your house .. stealing.. we checked on any missing items.. First thing I checked was the jewellery and exactly it was gone, totally gone. I have been keeping all the golds with other jewellery in a box, my bangles, rings, chains… the thief took only golds mind you. I check my important documents, our birth certificates, bank books.. still there. Check in my son’s room, I saw my make-up box on the table, they might think it was a safety box and I am sure they were disappointed to discover it was full of makeup, false eyelashes instead of money.

Me and my husband went to the police station, while my dad waited at home. At the Police Station, they asked us to wait for an officer at a different department, don’t remember what department that was, but sure the place look creepy to me, with all the photos of the ‘wanted’ on the front door. We waited for 20 minute still nobody turn up, just because it is a police station, they let the door unlock, the fan and light was on, as if they were people working inside. I remember my old CID fren, Mr. Siva.. called him and told him what happened. Within 20 minute, we saw a guy came down from a car and asked us to lead the way.. Once we reached home, the police guy took photos on the items and asked 1001 questions. After done with all that, he went back leaving us .. crying without tears.. so sad. I have to be positive.. why should I cry over golds.. I should appreciate that me and my family were unharmed. I started imagining what worse things that could have happened if we were there at home at time of the robbery.

Thanks God we are still alive and well. Life is much more important than gold which I can buy anytime if I want.

That will be my worse memory that I should erase from my memory box, which I actually did because I don’t really remember exactly when it happened.

Christmas is coming.. soon.. very soon. I am so in the holiday mood. Its not that I don’t have things to do at work but I just don’t want to do it. Unless its urgent then no choice.

Even though in holiday mood but I still haven’t done anything. I have not buy any christmas presents or what so ever. The only thing I did was putting up the christmas tree which was done by my husband and children. Dear me.. so busy with other things.. Wake up Shirley.. do something..!!

I really have to do something.. .. for a start.. I need to do this check list :

• Buy chrismas gift (have to do list)

• What food to prepare for chrismas (my husband deal with this)

• Plan for the Christmas family gathering (eucharist) (location, the theme.. etc)

• have to plan properly this year

Well.. I just hope this christmas will be blessed with joy and happiness, with forgiveness from every members of the families and friends.

Every day.. my husband will cook for the whole family. He have his menus ready i guess. Even on weekend, he will have his recipe book on the table to see what to cook… early morning he will go to the market to buy the necessary things according to the recipe.

While he preparing the food in the kitchen, i got to clean the house and my lucky children waited in the living room, entertain by Playhouse Disney and sometimes Ceria on ASTRO.

Sometimes i wonder what the recipe will be at that time and how would it taste.. until the food served on the dinning table then i will get the chance to taste, criticize and comment. I am proud of him, he have been a good chef at home.

I do cook once in a while especially in the weekend, the time Chief Chris out of idea. Taking over his place in the kitchen is my greatest challenge. Sometimes i dont know what to cook, the easiest dish is soup. Whenever i served soup, chris will say, ‘i remember last week also soup?’ and my respond will be ‘ofcourse dear, soup have a lot of nutritien’, i have put everything in the soup. .. so no further comment. Luckily my children still dont know how to complain, but if they do, i am sure they will say ‘Mummy, is this the best you can cook?’.. hehehe.. i hope not.

I know daddy is the best cook, he is the House Chef! bravo

I have wanted to write about this post right after the occasion but it would be meaningful without any pictures. I managed to scanned one important picture, that is the CAKE.

Get straight to the story…

I have been planning to celebrate Sean Matthew’s birthday on 8 November 2007, exactly his date of birth and it was a deepavali holiday.

A day before, we went to Giant, bought balloons for decor.. . and other things for the occasion.. i did most of the decor myself .. well with the help of my two kids.. while my husband preparing food.

Early morning, while sean and chrissa still sleeping, i put up the balloons, put on nice table cloth.. By the time they woke up, i get them ready.. for the party. At 10.00am, family members started coming in.. follows by other friends.

Other family members and friends came at 1.00pm.. the apartment was packed but with the furnitures arrangement, we managed to squeezed in. It was a great time for us, especially Sean.

He was thrilled with the cake… ..Thanks mum.. for baking a great Ultraman cake.

My appreciation to everybody for helping us.. on the food.. mum for your homestyle cooking which i always love, mumlola for your cake and dessert, mamata for the fried chicken… The Home Chef, Chris.. im sure deep in sean’s heart.. he always say thanks to you, dad.. for being a great cook. I dont want the children to compare who is the best home chef, mummy or daddy.. i let you win.. hehehe.

Thank you everybody for attending Sean’s simple birthday party.

• Auntie Carol and Isaac.. too bad the girls didnt make it.
• Auntie Juvi and the geng,
• Mama odoi.. not easy to get her without early booking.. hehehe so VIP
• Uncle denver n fren..
• Favourate cousins… dawson and daniel..
• Ina fele, papajoneh n josh..

Saturday morning… looking at the time its just 6.00am. Chrissa looking at me ‘i want nenen’. Oh dear.. go to sleep, i make for you nenen later.. give me another 1 hour sleep. Not long from that Sean starting his nonsense, pinching and kicking just to take the attention. Can i just get my sleep .. children..

I really have to wake up from the bed at 7.00 am. Make nenen for both of them. Attending to their needs after that few hours.

Dad called ‘come and join us in Rasa Ria’.. looking at the hot sun.. well i dont think so.. After lunch, both Chrissa and Sean, including me n chris.. fast asleep. i woke up at 4.00pm, chris went for a car wash (the car really need a bath). SMS Shella, just checking where she is… in Rasa Ria ( i never thought that she would join).

Being at home.. boring.. ok lah.. i thought why not.

Leave home at 6.30pm, reached Rasa Ria at 7.45pm. Welcomed by Mamyla and Dawson at the stairs.. Parents, Bona and Daniel went to Church.. as im writing.. we are still waiting for them to come back from church.

Will be going back to Penampang later.. but not sure about Sean.. he might stay with them… till then!