Meet baby Matthew Fong the miracle baby

After I met my friend Queenie yesterday I can't help but to think that children are truly a miracle for those who want them. I have never met anyone who wanted a child so much. I have been doing a lot interviews with couples who want children and I am not sure if all of them want them based on good enough reasons.

The journey of having Matthew has been extremely tumultuous, she has been married eight years. After two miscarriages and desperate attempts of trying everything - western medicine, chinese medicine and alternative therapies; she was at her wit's end but nonetheless tried to remain positive.

I listened intently to her crazy routine of going to one doctor to another; trying out medicinal remedies and incessantly keeping track of her menstrual cycle. If I were her husband, I'd be so stressed till the point, I can't a get hard-on. I have never met anyone so determined to be a mother. I laughed and I wondered why women of the past were so fertile. My mother conceived me almost immediately after getting married -like after two freaking months or when we were in school, we hear about teenage chicks getting knocked up by their college boyfriends after just one fuck. And on one hand, we have my poor friend who tried and tried.


A month just before she finally fell pregnant, her doctor told her there is nothing else he could do for her because he just can't find what is wrong with her. That day when he told her that, her world caved in and she felt so hopeless. His only recommendation was to try IVF but the chances were only 50- 50.

Her husband took her for her holiday to Malaysia last Christmas and she fell pregnant ( I am so proud to be Malaysia, I feel like waving my national flag now) So, there are some prayers that get answered. I think that they as a family is so lucky is have one another. Good luck baby Matthew, it's a tough world out there. Your parents love you so much.

As for me, motherhood is not really my thing and you know how I know. I ended up being more interested in Janga - the cat.

Ghost bride with the vengeance to kill

Count darling, scary fangs don't frighten me. I do think sleeping in a coffin is pretty hot!

Poor paper doll ghost, it was so hot I saw sweat trickling down his temples.

Mr. Zeman if you come across my blog, can I volunteer to be a ghost next year? I make an excellent Chucky.

My mother fell down and broke her arm three days ago. While Rudi and I were deciding to send her a gift; we weren't really sure to buy her a birthday gift or a get well gift. We finally decided on a get well hamper with filled with wholesome goodies.

I have always been daddy's girl. My relationship with my mother has consistently been a struggle. I am ashamed to say this but with my mother, I have always been the worst version of myself. I cringe whenever I look back at our troubled relationship because through our constant fightings; I have said the worst things to deliberately hurt her. When I was young, I repeatedly told myself that I want to be the exact opposite of her. My god I was such an arrogant fool.

I had habored so much anger towards her and I hated how people around her take advantage of her because she is one of those people who never questions anyone's intention. Even during my generation, the idea of being a stay home mum was quite a rarity then. As we got older, her world became more and more isolated and it became harder and harder to tell her things because she had lost touch with the world.

I think it was only this year that I don't want/ simply refuse to fight with her anymore because I hate to admit how hurt I get whenever I fight her. When I went home some months back, I lasted one week without fighting with her, it's a really an accomplishment in itself. The thing is I think in life, we choose to take certain perspectives in life and I am glad that since we are still both alive, we are given the chance to start anew. So mum, Happy Birthday and you know what, it's hard to tell you I love you because I love you so much from the bottom of my heart. Happy Birthday.

I was watching this program called In World's Lost Tribes:New Adventures of Mark and Olly on Discovery. It's about these two white guys living amongst the Mek Tribe, a primitive tribe that had pretty much preserved their way of living for thousands of years in the deep jungles of Papua New Guinea for four months.

While I think it's cool that there is some mysteries left in the world; I don't quite understand their choice of clothes or rather lack of it. Here's is why.

Ta-DAH! Meet the Mek Tribe. The men walk around in the nude with only this pipe-like object that covers their penises - it's called a penis gourd. I am not ethnocentric but I seriously find this an inconvenience. Since life in the jungle is so complex; almost like a field of bobby traps, doesn't the penis gourd like get in the way a lot? Like when you're climbing trees - how about risking your gourd to get stuck between tree branches? I can think of a million scenarios getting caught in awkward situations.

True to societal order, if you're someone special like the village headman, you get to adorned your gourd with feathers and miscellaneous accessories. I wonder how it stays in place, they surely don't walk around with permenant hard-ons right. I guess, I will be waiting till next episode to see that because one of the white dudes will get to wear one.