Marsha Maung: Write. Cook. Read. Watch. Try. Innovate.

Life is a whirlwind for a freelance mother...hang on, that doesn't sound right....a mother who is a freelancing writer....ah, that's much better! Sometimes, you're trying to hang on to a single thread of sanity while trying to beat the clock at its own game. The clock, in my personal opinion is not only my personal enemy, but it makes every second that passes me by a blur.  It's ten o'clock before it's supposed to be ten o'clock! And by the time you shower, it's time to sleep because you've got to wake the kids up for school tomorrow. There's also the consistent worry about whether the supply of shampoo has run out, whether you've missed a meeting with a teacher while trying to get your act together.  It's tough . Sometimes I wonder what was the main purpose of working from home was. I question myself and the answer always comes in a timely manner.... .... laughter from the other room.  In the chaos of everyday life, laughter from t...

This is my Monday Ha-Ha! I don't know why but I've always loved pickles the cartoon. And this one really.....hahahahah!! Sorry, it's been a blind, blurry and dreary monday over here and I kinda feel like I need to hit someone right now. But I can't. Mondays are like that for me. Catching up, catching up, catching up, catching up and then people chasing me.  Sigh....

The picture tells the whole story. No need to write a lot today. Finger tired.... hee hee hee....

When I was younger, I had a huge bunch of friends. Everyone who wanted to be my friend became my friend. Life as a young teen was uncomplicated then and we all had our differences....but we remained friends. Then we grew up.  Over the many years, I grew from having many friends to no friends because I ostracized everyone after I got married and had kids. My kids took up every single waking moment of sanity from me - I don't regret it but this is what becomes of a woman when she becomes a mother. I refret that.  But thankfully, over these few years, I started having some friends again. Some good, some bad, some talked, some gossiped, some strange, some perfectly in tune with me.  I realize that a person does NOT need to have MANY MANY friends in order to be happy. One person needs only one or two good friends.  Hence, this little drawing. :-) It feels good to have those one or two good friends who knows me, loves me, cares for me and believes in me. Those are the friends who wo...

I've forgotten how much I love creating stuff through Cafepress . The quality ain't bad and also they're really neat.  I've done a lot of stuff with Cafepress before and now I think, for the fun of it, as a form of relaxation, I'll start doing it again!! :-) Here's one for mamas who love yoga . I really love this design....one of my personal favorites!!!

I know of some psychos in my life. Some of them, most of them I would say, are harmless people who mind their own business. Others jump to conclusions and think that you're trying to bomb their house. Some imagine that you're linked to some mafia group.  But then they're psychos....not scary at all.  What's really scary about some psychos is that they don't have anything better to do that to do....stuff like this.  These psycho peeping toms take pleasure in snapping pictures of the underside of girls who wear skirt. According to my aunt's email, it happened in MPH and also Giant Malaysia. If you frequent these areas, wear jeans.  I thank my maker for making me love my jeans so much.  Nah! take lah take lah! Bloody perverts! p.s. I have some racy pictures attached with the email but out of respect for those girls, I won't post them in my blog. Brings me down to their level. 

But it was a valiant fight to the end. I fought and fought and fought with water, sleep and vitamins and yet, the aliens were much stronger than I am. I thought that I could at least scare them into just giving me a little bit of a cough.... *cough cough* .....but the alien bug leader was the true hero in the end. He cornered me with extra work load and made sure my eyes were glued to the computer while he attacked me from behind. By the time I turned around to.... *ah-choo!* ....see him with his vaporizer trained right at my temple, it was too late. But he did not kill me yet. Said that he will make me suffer before he will let me have the privilege of dying. With his gun poking into the small of my back, he pushed me into the kitchen and.... *cough* *AH-CHHOOOOOOOO!!!!!* ....and made me cook food for the kids. And that wasn't the end of it all....not so soon. I managed to send out an S.O.S to Houston but they told me that there was nothing they could do that was fast enoug...

So you’ve got Facebook. And then you’ve got Twitter, then you’ve got stumbleupon. Have you mentioned Digg, Delicious, MSN Live, Buzz……er…..did we leave anything else out? I bet but I am not going to even try to remember? Recently, I went for a cooking class where I learned from an established chef how to cook real Italian food the real Italian way. Little did I know that I was in for a huge surprise. Everything was done in a very specific and methodical way….you don’t dump something in because it’s the nearest thing on the table. You make your way around the table to take the ingredient you want and you put it in, stir and then the next important ingredient. And you’ve got to have the crème de la crème of Italian food….the garlic and the wine. CONTINUE READING HERE http://marshamaung.me/social-media-network/social-media-marketing-italian-cooking-system.html

Sucky day or not, good day or not, pot burned or not....life has to go on. Yesterday was 20th Apr. Now is 21st April already. There's no time to pore over issues that should not affect me anymore. It's all in the past and the only thing you're going to be doing when you keep looking back into the past is either stand there looking like a puffed out four-year-old kid or going backwards.  I ain't going backwards! And I am not four-year-old.  So, I am a mature adult. I can get over this. Not a problem.  I'll do it just like this! Easy! :-)

PMS. Sore Throat. Bad Incident. Cannot finish my work. Tired. Kids naughty.  Everything wrong and feel like stranggling anyone who is willing to let me kill.  What can I say? It's a Monday.  Shoot it.  Don't feel very Ha-Ha right now but here's a almost late Monday Ha-Ha, anyway. :-)