Fourteen months of love…
Mar 17th 2009DiyanaLuth Mikael
Mar 17th 2009DiyanaLuth Mikael
After a stoned mat rempit happily walked in our front door and got away with my handbag last year, I have been studying burglaries and have concluded the six most stupid mistakes burglars do. So in case any of you might want to break in any house tonight, try not do as Mr. Cimiki Chikadee the Cutie Burglar, my test subject has done:
1) Go house breaking with no pants on.
We understand that the weather is hot nowadays but stealing in diapers is just inappropriately too cute.
2) Use badminton racket as a weapon.
Sorry but you can’t even swat a fly with that, Mister Burglar!
3) Put on a full faced snow hat for disguise but the hat too big his face is showing.
Have you tried Toys R Us? They might have one of those Halloween costume your size.
4) Adopt the humble Malay culture in robbery; take off shoes before entering the house.
Try not to let us know that you are an amateur, ok? You will scare us more that way.
5) Strike a pose when the house owner grabs a camera to take your picture.
Robbery101 for you Mister, getting your image caught in camera while housebreaking is a complete suicide! acting cute in front of the camera while housebreaking is embarrassing. The latter is worse.
6) Growl like a tiger and make your most ganas face by showing your six mighty little teeth to your victims to scare them. (Refer to picture exhibit on the right)
For a burglar, you are quite hopeless. We suggest you try to terrorize the nursing room at the mall. You might be more successful in a baby friendly environment.

Happy housebreaking and kudos to my test subject for trying to scare us.
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Mar 13th 2009DiyanaLuth Mikael

…is the smile of Luth Mikael.
The picture was taken when Miki was just11 months old. It’s so hard to get a nice portrait of him smiling nowadays because he just couldn’t sit still and gets naughtier everyday.
In the car on our way back to KL from up north last weekend, Miki did something so cheeky I think I would jot it here for future heartwarming remembrance.
Miki sat in his carseat about half the time of the journey and the rest of time he sat in front with me. He knows how to operate the car’s radio, knows which button to turn off and on the machine and which ones that he can press to change the music.
He loves to turn it on and automatically dance to the music. But if it’s Daddy the one that switched on the beat, he would wanna turn it off. That can be really naughty and annoying too especially when it’s our favorite tune playing on the radio.
So Azman kept on pushing Miki’s chubby lil hand away from the radio but it kept coming back with one stout forefinger reaching fast to press the power button. After a few times, Miki faked a cry and started to do other things. With his face looking outside the window, Miki buat muka seposen but his hand slowly reaching the radio.
In a split second he turned off the radio, giggled loudly, jumped on my lap and climbed my body up quickly before putting his arms around my neck. The looked on his face was pure mischief! He was indeed a naughty, foxy little baby!
I can’t believe he could plan to whole lost-interest scheme, pretended to look outside, and once he turned it off, knowing Daddy would be angry, he quickly LARIIIIIIIII……
So nakal!!! And yet brought so much joy into our lives… Have a nice weekend everybody!