Well, I love dinner and when it comes to dinner, it means a few things on my menu : Egg, Salmon, and more egg.

Well, we were at Thank God It’s Friday (DURGH!) or TGIFridays two weeks ago and as hungry as it is, I was still not observant to the surroundings.

Well, it was nice at first…licking good, then I find it abit yucky. I started to be alot grouchy like the time when I was at Tanjung Dawai.

WHY? BECAUSE THE SALMON WAS ROTTEN!! I don’t care less about food, like my dad..who is the trashcan of the family… like Grover in Sesame Street, but then… never mind.

It was a thing on the bad people list….

One thing though.. Dad brought me to Ulu Legong and well, I had a swell of a time.

Next time dad, bring the ball OK?! Notty of those people at TGIF.. make me hungry

Life is a precious thing, and starting young, we are bound to be more vulnerable to more mistakes, injuries, and some of us, sadly land their faces on the front page of the Metro. Sometimes, it’s the parents that go way before we are ready to step into the working world. Some, while they were in school.

Just like many of the stories, my grand dad passed away when my mom was about 10. He passed away from throat cancer, something quite rare 20 years ago. Now, cancer is more rampant and the need of having proper term life insurance is more dire.

My dad has his own basic coverage, just in case he had an accident or get killed in the line of duty, being a Singaporean, on call at all times in the line of duty, even when he is already not in active service, he is still a soldier. These times, term life insurance does not just cover it. It does not cover Acts of God like Tsunami or Earthquake which plundered the region a few years ago on boxing day. Rather, having a separate insurance to cover the mortgage is just as necessary as a critical illness policy.

Lucky for me, my dad don’t smoke unlike my other grand dad who was a chain smoker. But as it is, his insurance premium has a high load of premium added because of the injuries he had sustained during operations and even SARS. Lucky that in Singapore, the DPS plan is there to cover the roof over my head.

It’s a scary situation but better be prepared than none at all, just like many Malaysians. It just cost a few dollars a month.

Well, I know I will get smacked by my Daddy for forgetting to Say Happy Birthday to Mama. Yeah. I was busy disturbing my daddy for playing some games. It’s way past my bedtime anyway so don’t blame me. Yesterday was Mama TeeTa’s Birthday..which I forget. I was busy playing games.

Today is New Year..and all I want now is for another Adik so I can teach them new tricks.

So, I am not sorry, because I was busy..OK Mummy?