Pumpkin pooh is the gunk in the middle of the pumpkin you have to take out to make a jack o lantern.
Copyright by Tino
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Going to Thailand and Halloween
Today is our last day in Malaysia.
I sold my laptop for 1100 Ringgits, and that's all I've got left until....?
So I've got to be careful with money, a skill which I haven't really acquired, but have to!
Tomorrow we're off to Krabi, then Ko Lanta Yai and Phuket.
Can't wait!
Fingers crossed I can get a job in Phuket or therabouts. It would be amazing!
Let's wait and see.
No camera either, so record by sight, and in writing..
I sold my laptop for 1100 Ringgits, and that's all I've got left until....?
So I've got to be careful with money, a skill which I haven't really acquired, but have to!
Can't wait!
Fingers crossed I can get a job in Phuket or therabouts. It would be amazing!
Let's wait and see.
No camera either, so record by sight, and in writing..
Impressions of Shah Alam
brother and sister...
Teh Tarik and Maggi noodles The best!
Aaaaaaahhhh brother and sister... not fighting!
Starting Again
Tea Plantation from the bus to Cameron Highlands
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| Walking to Parit Falls |
Thought I'd be in UK by now... But that's not the way it's gonna be.
We don't have a ticket anymore.
My son couldn't get a visa for the uk, and now we have to try to get a passport.
It's not even sure he can get that.
But I'm happy to say this situation has set me free.
I grasped for other alternatives. I'm a teacher.
I can work anywhere in the world.
Now I'm off to find work and relax on a beautiful beach.
God is good.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Flight
28/9
He keeps on threatening to take my son. "Maybe tomorrow, or next week or next month, your son will be gone"
He hardly ever in the 5 years of our son's life put the children to sleep. Tonight he takes my son upstairs, bathes with him, feeds him and suddenly before 9 pm he carries our son down. Seems like he is sleeping in his arms. This is very strange. But then this is a strange situation.
He puts our son to sleep in his bedroom. He goes upstairs while saying to my daughter (13) "Call me if he wakes up."
I wait for him to go upstairs. I move my sleeping angel into the children's bedroom. I am afraid.
In the middle of the night he comes in. "Give me my son!" he commands. I beg him: "Please don't.Please please please".
"Don't panic. I'm not going to rape you. I just want my son."
I refuse. He walks out.
I wait for him to sleep.
I pack our clothes and some special belongings.
I place it in a place where he is unlikely to look.
29/9/10
I wake up at 5am.
He is snoring with the door open.
I move around quietly. My heart in my mouth.
I shut the door of the bed where he sleeps.
My daughter awakes and asks me what we are doing?
"We're leaving" she nods. She had expected it. Things were that bad.
At 6 am I take a trishaw to the school where I work.
It is still dark and deserted.
I put my bags next to my desk.
On the way down I meet a colleague.
I jump.
"Wow, youre early" she says.
"Just had to bring some things," I reply.
"Oh."
I return home.
I make breakfast.
We get ready for school, like any other day.
He continues to snore.
After work and school. We move into a boarding house with security. I am afraid. Afraid of someone spotting us.
He keeps on threatening to take my son. "Maybe tomorrow, or next week or next month, your son will be gone"
He hardly ever in the 5 years of our son's life put the children to sleep. Tonight he takes my son upstairs, bathes with him, feeds him and suddenly before 9 pm he carries our son down. Seems like he is sleeping in his arms. This is very strange. But then this is a strange situation.
He puts our son to sleep in his bedroom. He goes upstairs while saying to my daughter (13) "Call me if he wakes up."
I wait for him to go upstairs. I move my sleeping angel into the children's bedroom. I am afraid.
In the middle of the night he comes in. "Give me my son!" he commands. I beg him: "Please don't.Please please please".
"Don't panic. I'm not going to rape you. I just want my son."
I refuse. He walks out.
I wait for him to sleep.
I pack our clothes and some special belongings.
I place it in a place where he is unlikely to look.
29/9/10
I wake up at 5am.
He is snoring with the door open.
I move around quietly. My heart in my mouth.
I shut the door of the bed where he sleeps.
My daughter awakes and asks me what we are doing?
"We're leaving" she nods. She had expected it. Things were that bad.
At 6 am I take a trishaw to the school where I work.
It is still dark and deserted.
I put my bags next to my desk.
On the way down I meet a colleague.
I jump.
"Wow, youre early" she says.
"Just had to bring some things," I reply.
"Oh."
I return home.
I make breakfast.
We get ready for school, like any other day.
He continues to snore.
After work and school. We move into a boarding house with security. I am afraid. Afraid of someone spotting us.
A New Life Starts HERE
Why am I making a blog?
I have left behind my old life. I want to keep on reminding myself to live for the future, remembering lessons from the past. I owe this to myself and my children. This blog will capture our adventures and challenges.
I have left behind my old life. I want to keep on reminding myself to live for the future, remembering lessons from the past. I owe this to myself and my children. This blog will capture our adventures and challenges.
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