My Sesame Street Adventure.

Woo Hoo!!! Sunny day it was indeed in Universal Studios Singapore. No clouds hanging in the sky. It was a fantastic day to spend, have breakfast with and meet the ever popular Sesame Street characters. Let me tell you the way to Sesame Street. Hahaha! Meet Elmo, Cookie Monster, Big Bird, Oscar the Grouch, Bert and Ernie, Grover and Abby Caddaby. If you like Sesame Street, well then you get what I'm trying to say here.

We (a lot of time it is more of me! Hehe!) are biggg fans of the show. From my husband, to me, to my brother and now my daughter Chempaka and guess who else??? My helper too, love Sesame Street. Basically, we kind of grow with Sesame Street. So, we were flabbergasted when we knew that Sesame Street is going to be in USS. We planned to go there since last year. Of course I had to make sure I delivered my second baby before going there. Just kidding!

We bought a really great package for the Sesame Street adventure. We had breakfast with the characters although it was a tiny bit annoying to snap some shots with them because we had to queue up to take pictures instead of the characters come to us. Well, it was supposed to be BREAKFAST WITH SESAME STREET CHARACTERS after all. It was difficult for me to chase after them as I have one baby and a hyperactive toddler.

The food were abundance. The spread were so unique and trust me, I didn't really get to enjoy the food much as I was too busy tailing my toddler going after Elmo and friends. Me included!

My husband and I didn't get to try other rides as my Chempaka was soooo hooked up with the characters. Believe it or not? There are five Sesame Street shows a day and out of five, we saw four and Chempaka just didn't want to leave the area where they held the shows. Oh no! Poor Shafiz was soo exhausted taking care of Chempaka. Thank you my love. We can't thank you enough for everything.

Some photos for your eyes only!

We are family.

While waiting for Papa to get our tickets. Uncle Hairul tagged along to help as a babysitter.

 

On our way to where the air is sweet.

 

Us with Abby Caddaby.

See what I mean! ELMO's pancake.

Chempaka busy with Mama.

 

Elmo, Cookie, Oscar and Big Bird cuppies.

 

My favourite Oscar the Grouch who reminds me of ME!

Us with Mr. Grouchy.

 

Do you know who is this? Hola! It's Rosita.

 

Us with Cookie Monster.

 

Another one with Cookie.

Kudos to the people inside the characters' costumes. You guys made my daughters day brighter by dancing and entertaining us. It is scorching hot to be in there but well done by making a lot of kids and adults smile throughout our day there! Thank you!

 

Pity Papa had to queue again and again and again taking photos with the characters. Thank you indeed.

 

Hi Barkley!

 

More souvenirs! I want to bring them all back home!

 

The ride I didn't manage to try among others.

 

Me and my girls! All in Elmo shirts.

Me and Melur Maira.

 

Us all with everyone.

 

On our way back on board MAS flight.

 

 

P/S-

 



Food outlets in USS served Halal food (for Muslims) and they taste great too. We'd love to try the pizza next time we're there Insya Allah.

 

I'm a little greedy that I wish all the characters were there such as Telly Monster, Zoe, Prairie Dawn, Baby Bear and more and more. Hahahaha!

 

I want to go again when the girls are big enough to try on the rides with them.

 

Thank you again my darling love for the lovely time spent there. Can't wait for your birthday trip next. Hint! Hint!



Starry daylight at PJ Live Arts.

We were lucky to catch the play of How To Catch A Star at Jaya One, PJ. After all, it's just nearby our house. It was Chempaka Naura's first theatre watching and her parents were the ones who is over the moon. It was pretty full because there were a couple of schools or kindies with children/students came to watch too. We did enjoy it although it was tad too boring for my daughter. Not until the actors started splashing and shooting us with water guns. Haha! Chempaka Naura did enjoy it (especially the water part!)

Here are some of the photos taken on that day.

 In the elevator on the way up to theatre hall. 

Posing with the tiny poster.

One with Papa.

Waiting for the show to start.

The simple but cute set-up.

Look at the number of kids downstairs.

Us.

Thank you Papa for Sushi King after the show.

 

There you have it. The play was alright for me. Nothing to shout about so much but it's good enough for me to try to expose my little miss to the theatre world. Hope to go for another one soon.



A Curse or A Gift?

I am super annoyed easily by a lot of things. I can't stand my daughters whining and tantrums sometimes, I despise drivers who can't go by the rules, I don't like people skipping the queue at any place unless they give me a good valid reason to do so, I get frustrated if I can't carry a lot of things at one time so that I don't have to carry it double time, yada..yada..yada...

I cry easily when some things touched my sympathetic heart like a blind person who has to beg for money by selling tissues (damn I need those to wipe out my tears!), an old woman or man who has to go for doctor's appointment by themselves with their ill condition, advertisements about mothers, parents, animals and a lot more, some people who I thought would accept me the way I am suddenly mocking me for being a cry baby and telling me that crying is so childish (this one in particular, really hurts and eventually broke my heart badly). In fact, as I am writing this, tears are pouring heavily like a giant waterfall!

I was told that it is fine to be sensitive but not too sensitive. But how much is okay and how too much is not okay??? I truly believe that all of us human being are sensitive to certain things, feelings and actions. It is just so happened that I am a highly sensitive person. So, my question is, is it a curse or a gift to have this?

I can't recall the first time I realised that my heart feel things more strongly than other people. Perhaps, I got these from my late Mama, who's just as sensitive as I am. What ever it is, I am just being me and if I have to change this, I need a lot of time and space to do it.

Recently, something incredibly unexpected happened to me. I was called for an intervention and to my surprise mainly it was all about me being too sensitive. It was said that I need to be more mature and that I need to grow up. Reduce my crying and a lot of unimaginable things that I never thought I would hear about me. I accepted it but I was in disbelief when I heard all that!

Is it wrong for me to shed tears when I can't control it? Is it wrong that my heart get touched easily by the slightest words or actions? Is it wrong that I am different than others? Is it wrong when I don't care what other people think of me? Is it wrong if I'm being too sulky? Is it wrong that I am 'me'?

I have so many questions but I can never get the answers. Only He knows me better than myself!

I have some of the answers to the questions above. Everyone is different in so many ways. We are different because of so many reasons. Family and parents, cultures and traditions, countries and states, etc...

If only we try to adapt, tolerate and accept every person on this planet the way they are, it would be a much easier place to live in. I didn't use the word 'happier' because one can never be happy if one don't even try to make it easy first, then happy. If we can do that, then we can understand even better why are they that way? Why are we this way? Why they are 'like that'? What is really 'like that'? Have you ever asked yourself why you're 'like that'? Because you're just 'like that'! You are being you!

It is never an easy job to accept others easily. It is unimaginably difficult and require a massive amount of effort and understanding. But if we can take it easy and sit and think why, it would be just one step closer to accept others the way they are.

I discovered other feelings that I possess after the intervention. I have anxiety disorder, I have a strong empathy for so many things and that just make me, well, me!

I am still trying very hard (especially around those who did the intervention to me) to be better everyday. Maybe they just can't accept me the way I am but I can accept them the way they are because they are not me. They are just 'like that'!

I hope and pray every time I see them,
to accept and see me the way I accept and see them.
I wish God will open up their hearts and souls to accept others
the way they are, too.

Insya-Allah.

To conclude my post, I just don't care if any of my readers are unhappy to read this. Just deal with it!
I am just the way I am. I am going to have so much fun for being me and others who can accept me the way I am.

So, I guess the answer is... It is a gift!

Thank you Allah for allowing me to be me.
That is more important than what others want to change what I am!

Be yourself and remember you are you!

Everyone is different.

Something that I'll write about on my next post. Hope it'll be a life lesson for all of us.
Please Allah forgive me for being me. Please forgive those who can't forgive others.
Above all, again, please forgive my parents if they didn't raise me well as others wished me to be.
I seek for your guidance and please help me to understand myself better, Insha'Allah.

My 2012 Journey, Part 1.

I've become lazier each day on updating my blog. I am poor in time management. I tried to wake up early to get ready before my girls but I always ended up waking up at the same time and rushed myself all the time.

Anyhow, I have compiled some photos chronologically to review what had happened in year 2012. Too lazy to write about the whole year. A very eventful year for me. Joy and sorrow came together side to side but it is all for the better.

This is only Part 1, mind you. More pictures on my next post. Enjoy it!

 

January's...

 

 

 

February's...

 

 

 

 

March's...

 

 

April's...

 

 

 

 

 

 

May's...

 

 

 

 

June's...

 

 

July's...

 

Let those photos do the talking. Part 2 is coming soon. To be continued...

Lots of love.
XOXO.