Fifty

Paul came home over the weekend to celebrate Momma's fiftieth birthday.

On Friday we had cake for supper. We bought a strawberry pavlova from Alexis. So yummy.

On Saturday we went to Chynna, Hilton Kuala Lumpur for dinner.

Momma and Granny.

Three generations.

Papa and Momma.

The boys.

Anne and Girl.

All of us.

Sometime ago, I went upstairs to my parents' room to sleep, while the cleaning lady was cleaning the second floor. Momma was watching a cooking show on tv. I asked her whether she could lower the volume, because I want to continue sleeping. She did, but it was still quite loud. And she said that she'll be going back to sleep soon. Later on, I asked her again whether she could lower the volume. She scolded me, saying You do not come to my room and tell me what I can or cannot do. Whoops. I said, But the show is in chinese, you don't even understand what the person is saying, why can't you mute the tv. (Kena marah but can still answer back. Haha) Momma then told me to be quiet and sleep.

Momma you know I love you although I do not always listen to you.. Or maybe it's because you don't always disapprove of my plans, so I don't have to go against your wishes.