We ought to live better, remember this!

Life in point form

1. Weeliem and I both down sick on two different weekends. So we spent two weekends ineffectively at home recovering. It has been a terrifying experience as his mom thought he had h1n1 and I think it might be true. We had all the symptoms but recovered after a week. The fever was the most painful part in the sick process as I had to spent money to buy a digital termometer to monitor his temperature. Ended up we went to two hospitals and one clinic but none wanted to check him for the influenza h1n1 virus because he never faint, have difficulty in breathing or vomit blood. He has to have any of these to force them to check for a patient at his age for h1n1. Luckily we both are ok now and we have the immunity!

2. Someone in office passed away on Monday all of sudden. From what I heard, he had hypertension due to his heavy workload. Yes, working in Intel is a hell. I admit but I never thought it can be so serious. He is even younger than me!

3. Highlight: A few of us went over to my sister house to celebrate her daughter one year old birthday. My sister cooked a feast for us. The most impresive is the birthday chocolate mud cake. We could not eat the uber tempting cake on the night because we had to finish the pizzas, chicken wings and nuggets.. The cake and left over yam cake became our breakfast the next morning.

4. I have been busy with work and other stuff which keep me company until end of the year. I have a lot of unfinished work laying around for months already now. My life is so full of surprises... The biggest surprise was my trip to Oregon this year, which was unacceptably short 2 weeks but I find rewarding because I can snap some photos in the lavender farm. I love the colour!

5. I miss a trip like Australia. I want to have one again especially with little Cheryl. Something she said the other day keep on coming into my mind every now and then. She was so cute. She said "shhhhhh... baby oi oi" . It was the way she conveyed the message in her loud whisper with the shhhhhhhhh and her finger on her lips. I miss this little mischevious girl.

6. Our country politic is so messy that I think everything is crap

Registered

I know it is kind of late but better than none.

I registered.

Not marriage. I registered as a voter for our country. I did it at local post office here.

But I feel the lady who did the registration for me was reluctant to do it for me. She never smiled or talked nicely to me. Maybe I am too sensative but I always thought the post office slogan is something like "layanan mesra" or what so ever that match that. I am quite sure I was her first customer who want to register as voter because she didn't know how to do it.

But alright as long as I have registered, I feel safer. They can't simply use my name for gaining extra vote in the coming election but some more the cheating is always exists. They probably will still vote for me if I don't go back to my hometown during the election process to cast my IMPORTANT vote.

My Primary Schools

Kepercayaan kepada tuhan,
Kesetiaan kepada raja dan negara,
Keluhuran perlembagaan,
Kedaulatan undang-undang,
Kesopanan dan kesusilaan.

At the back of my primary school exercise books, there written five lines like the above. That was the result of the riot in nineteen sixty nine. I was reminded not to mention the case in front of anyone since young. So we learnt in Alam dan Manusia on Rukun Negara. As a student, I memorized the lines intactly and shouted out every line when we were asked to say them out. So you see I began my early education in a very typical malay school full of malays and with only about four to five chinese in a student year. There is a rule in school where nobody is allowed to speak in their mother tongue language except malay language. If anyone were caught to speak in mandarin or hindi or others, the person has to pay a fine of ten cents. The can that teacher kept was meant to collect the cents from non-malay students and to my great controlled in using mandarin, I spoke malay to even my chinese friends. I can remember their faces vividly: Evelyn Wong Tze Li, Tang Yien Siang, Teo Yee Yong and Alan; whom were in the same class as me # Merah class which was specially only to store us, two or three indians and a punjabi, the non-malay with the rest filled up by malay kids. I remember there was this Cikgu Ghazali whom I hate even until now. Remember the "derma PIBG" that school collects every month? At that time, my dad was the sole-bread winner of the family and he was just a machine operator in a factory with five daughters and a wife to support. So my mom said lets give the donation only RM1 per month, since it was meant to be donation and we can't afford to give more than that. Total we gave RM12 per year. Everybody knows that malay medium schools are fully sponsored by the goverment and don't actually need any donation to help the school operation. This cikgu which I referred here still as cikgu because I respect his profession. When I presented to him the card in the class, which was supposed to record down how much we donated and with my mom signature on it, he said very loudly in class with a disgusting voice why that I only gave him RM12? He mentioned that the other chinese are so rich and willing to donate so much money to chinese schools and why not me? I was a very very very very very timid girl in my early days. I quietly listened to his lecture and then crawled slowly back to my seat and with tears rolling down my cheeks. You know why I hate them now. That was just the starting and there were much more to come, where the other kids will call us as babi because we makan babi and their mother said to them not to mix with babi. My school is located very near to a local university therefore many of my classmates parents were either lecturers or professors. So when teacher wanted to collect information on the occupation of the student's father, easily he just need to ask, "bapa/mak siapa pensyarah?" and he can start counting, followed by "bapa/mak siapa profesor madya?". The remaining one he will ask manually one by one. Their donations were like Rm100 or more. There it went... how I got the insults from.

Luckily my dad able to fish another better job in my later days and we shifted to another town and to new school. YES YES YES. No more those racist remarks. And that time of my age I was a happy kid, it was a convent school. St. Anne's Convent. Then the most happy days was singing school anthem in dual languages :D. But we still have to stand still listen to "baca doa" every morning. Doesn't matter to me as long as I was respected. Everybody shall be respected no matter what they pray for.

There was news saying that goverment wanted to tear down anything that look christianity in the school and demolish the cross sign lately. Then for the sake of the election, they purposely make the statement that the school can now keep those crosses and statues. Good job laaaaaaa. Even the extention of PengerusiMajlisPilihanraya from sixty five to sixty six is ridiculous. Who doesn't know they want to use Rashid for another year just to secure another term of ruling.

Sigh. Better stop before stepping into political stuff. My mom will scold.

Myth of Being Single ?

Today other than having painful hand muscle after bowling in sunshine, I am having diarrhea after the pizza lunch. That is the reason I never favour pizza from the hut. Mouth ache of the hard and thick crumbs, I do not like the pizza flavour too. Not italian enough and the campbell soup doesn't tastes creamy or milky. The worst is the soup instant powder is not dissolved properly in hot water causing the texture to be like "mua chi". I hate pizza in the hut but somehow loves their spicy chicken wing. Ban again after the last ban. But bowling was good. Now at least we all know LK has his own bowling shoes.

My moody feeling does not improve since last week. I think I ate too much spicy food and read too much hot news. It influences my emotion pretty badly until the extend when I see or hear bicycle word, I wanted to shout out my boilling complains. That is why I am getting retribution with a tiny peanut on my left eye.

Xwei blogged about her handsome taekwando sensei today. Other than her obsession with handsome creature like our own angkasawan (which I don't think he did anything proud at all) and leonard, she blogs. She tries to capture photos using her K750i anywhere she goes so she can upload in the "xweing away".

Alright into the main topic. I want to discuss about the myth of being single. I think I read about this in either this or last month cleo and had some points which I want to remind myself and some other people out there who may think they need it.

First when you are single, people might think that you are a failure. I am going to talk from a lady's point of view. I think it is a failure when you are making yourself believing he is the best for you when you were with him. He might not suits you but due to your chicken heart to accept the fact, you are living in the dark. I think it is a huge success to able to have the courage to walk out from a place which doesn't belongs to you.

Second when you are single, you afraid that at the age of twenty-eight it is too late to get a good man because you think all have extincted or being taken or died. Do not worry because I have twenty-seven to thirty years old friends who are still single. My known portion is only 0.0000001% of the real statistic. There are still fine men out there. It is abnormal for a lady to wed at thirty in the 70's or 80's but it is normal that at the age of thirty everyone is still single. I know it is impossible for me to wed so soon too :P.

Third when you are single, people might feel you betrayed your ex boy friend and he left you. So they came with many theories why you are single at this time. Most of their ideas are out of mind, and STUPID. And some even worse to think that you are not a perfect woman or can't do house chores :S so nobody wants you.

So to all my friends, do not worry yet because we are still young and beautiful and good man has not died yet.

Ill times

It is the flu causing me a bit ill than usual. I can imagine the flu viruses in motion, hitting the wall of my cells and bouncing against each other. I took the flu vaccination last Thursday and after seeking for accompanies at about 4pm during a boring meeting. Her Hau was terrified hearing the vaccination, Fang Fang was too busy to reply instant messaging, buddy had taken it and so does the list goes. Even the greatest man on earth rejected my invitation, so I walked down with the heaviest heart to let the tiny mosquito bite syringe injecting my left arm. There I met with Daniel who was just before me in the list. It was so smooth and quick that I was back sitting in my cubicles after seven minutes leaving it.

I was thinking in the morning that if I could not travel back home on the weekend, why not inviting my baby sisters here. I am as much as excited as you are now before the permission is granted by the prime minister of the house. I remind myself to get an extra mattress and luckily my room can fit in another mattress for the babies. I need to work now because I am busy, is true. Before that I have to at least post the entry because of the news article below:

Awards for non-Malay scholars

KUALA LUMPUR: For the first time, Wanita Umno is presenting gold medals and a RM1,000 award each to non-Malay university students in recognition of their academic excellence.
The three non-Malay medal recipients will join the 18 other exceptional Malay students getting the annual award.


I will not be cheated by the tactic the BN does to win the votes from non-Malays. When I saw the title, I know exactly it has something to do with the coming general election and for sure I won’t believe them. Do more of the similar thing, maybe 10000 times on different occasions, I will begin to consider liking you. Hahaha…

Let you see news which is much more sickening:

Mobile phone plan for umno members

I always get annoyed after reading the government controlled news media. Help me!

Below are some creative cartoons by talented people. Enjoy..

55 before spouse can claim savings

55 before spouse can claim savings

KUALA LUMPUR: Beginning June 1 next year, any claim on a deceased spouse’s Employers Provident Fund savings will only be paid once the claimant reaches the age of 55. According to EPF chief executive officer Datuk Azlan Zainol, this would apply to cases where a person obtained a court order stating that the claimant would get the contributor’s savings. “However, this only applies to non-Muslims. That is because of the fatwa that EPF savings is not matrimonial property,” he said yesterday.


Tuesday newspaper article reported that Employee Provident Fund will control money belongs to non-Muslim if the person died. The deceased's spouse or the beneficiary is not allowed to claim their beloved saving until herself/himself is 55 years old. Why? What if the beneficiary need the money for living?

Out to the Space

101007 - A truly memorable moment for Malaysian to remember, our own cosmonout or Angkasawan went to the space yesterday. Many sing praises on the country achievement for being able to send one of our Malaysian out to space for the first time in history. Even the King too, quoted it as a historical event. Conglatulation to Dr Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor. They found the right model to represent our country, a handsome orthopaedic surgeon, publicity always stands first. Therefore for myself, I feel proud too after Captain Robert “Hoot” Gibson clarified Dr Sheikh Muszaphar as a cosmonout instead of earlier report from NASA saying that he is just a space tourist.




In the midst of celebrating the achievement for being the number ?? th to go into space, among all the newspaper and blog articles on the launching of an expensive rocket, and the 1 long year training both of the candidates went through.. still, read the other pieces, you will find the world is more insane than the day before. We have a lot of cases such as this one:



Several joggers found the woman, who had been slashed, battered and sexually assaulted, dumped by the lake. The woman’s left hand was fractured.
Some women joggers immediately clothed her while others used their cellular phones to contact a nearby medical centre, the police and an ambulance for help.



or this one:


It is learnt that the pictures that had made its way into the Internet are those showing the objects that were found and retrieved from Nurin Jazlin’s private parts.
The pictures being circulated include those taken at the crime scene as well as those taken during and after the post-mortem.

It is truly heartbreaking to understand the people's insanity over the fake technology development.

If you frequent Malaysia Today site, probably you will know not only the people's mind is corrupted, the ministers' too. I am not sure why that they want to dig the source of Lingam's tape, when they can just use any of the CSI equipment to check the genuinity. Once they know who is the source, not sure if he will end up like Altantuya, who was bombed to pieces by C4 explosives.

haih......

Stupid or Smart pedestrian overpass?

I am not sure should I quote the new overhead bridge as a smart project to replace the old one or a stupid one? The previous one was just in front of the school, you know above the gate for fire bridgate to pass (yellow). But then this year, the town council destroyed the old one but built two new ones. One on the left, about 1km from school and another one on the right also 1km away, which I don't illustrate in the diagram. I don't know what happened to the person who planned this. I think he is stupid. The students have to walk 1km to the overhead bridge and down at the other end of the highway and back to the school about 1 more km. Then take a bus to 2km from school and reach home. Nonsense. Why someone who already walked 2km still want to take the bus. She can straight walked to her home which is 2km away from school. I really feel the idea of building this bridge is really stupid. Some students don't care to walk so far away and illegally cross the highway through the yellow gate. As from what I heard, teacher has to be assigned to watch the students not to cross the road directly. Hmm.. something to ponder about. There is no contribution to the students at all on the bridge....

I think FM2 read my blog

I think Tan Sri Nor Mohamed Yakcop read my blog :P (perasan)

See this

Tuesday September 11, 2007
EPF: Apply once, get monthly withdrawals (updated)
By IZATUN SHARI
KUALA LUMPUR: From January, EPF contributors who want to make monthly withdrawals from Account 2 to help pay their housing loan instalments need only go once to apply for it.
The money would be credited to their personal accounts.
Finance Minister II Tan Sri Nor Mohamed Yakcop said the contributors only need to go to EPF to apply for the monthly withdrawal once and the money would be directly credited to their account every month.
He said the condition was that the contributors have a housing loan.
On worries that the monthly withdrawal would be subject to abuse like the EPF computer withdrawal scheme which was a flop, he said: "Let them use the money. It is all right. The money is in their pocket. But they must have a housing loan.
"There are no worries. For the computer scheme in the past, some contributors bought computer slips rather than computers. In this case, they cannot cheat. We can check with the bank if they have a housing loan."
Nor Yakcop was asked to elaborate on the EPF monthly withdrawals mentioned in Budget 2008.
The Budget was tabled in Parliament by Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi last Friday.
Nor Yakcop was speaking to reporters after delivering his keynote address at the Malaysian Newspaper Publishers Association's seminar entitled "Making Sense of The Media Collusion" here Tuesday.

I don't know Mandarin

After reading about telephone scam again today, it reminds me of a phone call I received a few days back. Haha.. saying about the phone call, I think it is worth to pretend to be stupid sometimes. Pretending stupid is what girls do the best at the right time.

It was 3.45pm August 7th. I received a phone call from an unknown number. Abviously is a China lady, based on her accent. She called and ask if my name is this this this... She spoke in a very clear mandarin and I knew she is looking for me. My mind quickly intepreted her as a con-lady and I will pretend to be stupid. I simply mubled her "uhmm hmm huh". She repeated her question again and I kept quiet. I know it is not a good manner to do that, but I don't want to entertain people like this which I think should be buried alive. Then she feels something not right, as I was not replying her anything in common. Haha. She thought I am a banana then. At that moment, I don't care if I made the wrong assumption because I just want to save myself from falling into any trap. Probably they can put spell on me through telephone line. Who knows?!


Con lady: Nu hui jiang hua yu ma?

Me: Har? Huh huh.. ahhhhhh...

She hang up the line directly and never call back. I wonder why don't they hired an English spoken staff to cheat people..

chicken pox ABC

I am now totally perfectly qualified to give tutorial on chicken pox. I have graduated with distinguish honour of chicken pox degree majoring in discomfort and treating.

For those that still doesn't know what is chicken pox, it is a common illness among kids under age 12 (I am the one that had the pox at an exceeding age). It is accompanied by an itchy rash of spots that look like blisters appearing all over the body. Chickenpox is caused by the varicella-zoster virus (VZV). I sound so pro when typing the virus name because I copied it from the internet.

pre-chicken pox symptoms:

1) Feels sick, hot and cold on and off. Feeling like in the oven when you are in an airconed room, and thought the hot shower malfunctioned when bathing because you can't feel any heat of the water. Should have at least 37.1 degree body temperature to accuse your body to suffer from light fever.

2) Body aching. This one I had thought my lower back-sprain spread to the whole back :P)

3) Knee pain (This one more appropiate if I call it pain at the bones joint)

After a week, I got the first blister on my throat which I thought is a normal sorthroat and was being ignored. Another 3 days passed, and I had some rashes on my body. The rash begins as multiple small, red bumps that look like pimples or insect bites. They will develop into thin-walled blister filled with clear fluid turning yellowish.

Chickenpox is contagious from about 2 days before the rash appears and lasts until all the blisters are crusted over (which means now). Whoever that wish to have 2 weeks MC, please step forward and see me.

Normally you will be given an antiviral agent (Acyclovir 800mg) which is quiet costly. Please note that you might need to fork out extra money to cover the medical fees apart from the sponsorship by your company.

So, how do you deal with the itchiness and discomfort of the pox?

1) Bath in lukewarm water can relieve itching. By washing with mild soap, you can get rid of those fluid from accidently broken blisters. Baths do no help to spread the poxes. It relieves you.

2) Do not rub your body when drying with towel. Pat softly.

3) Apply calamine lotion on the spots to reduce itchiness but from experience, it only works for a while. After that you have to bear with the itchiness all night. Apply it after bath and every 2 hours :P

4) Swallow the counter-itchy pills given by your doctor. This doesn't work also for me.

5) Do not over-covered your body with baggy and thick clothes. Wear the lightest and least covered clothes. I realised that chicken pox will appear more under clothing that at the arm and legs which are open to air. Also avoid eating hot food, beware of the pox at throat.

6) Discourage scratching as it will leave ugly scar on the area.

OK. Finish with lectures. See you tomorrow.

Comfort women

I read in newspaper today that there are few people arrested in Vietnam to have illegally human trafficking women into Malaysia selling then like USD1500 to Malaysian's elderly or disable men for marriage.

It triggers me to type "sex slave" in wikipedia.

I go to this new term called "Comfort women" and had fill my brain with more knowledge on "sex slavery" and broadening my thinking.

"Comfort women" sounds polite but what about "military comfort women"? It sounded a little bit to the negative side of the weigh right.. But "comfort women" equally the same as "military comfort women". Both are referring to the about 200000 women served in the Japanese military army brothels during World War II.

Lately I read somewhere in the newspaper that they interviewed a Chinese lady about ~90 years old. I do not remember the age. She and her sister in law were pulled by Japanese army to their camp to serve them sex day and night. The reporter asked her daughter on her opinion on what had happened to her mother maybe something shameful. I was happy to read that she said NO, because her mom was forced to.

Japanese at first place had advertised the job vacancy and prostitutes applied. The goverment then stop giving out travel visas because it was tarnishing the image of Japan Empire. What the army do next was to approach other countries and comforting the women to join oversea duty with promising of bundle of cash with prosperity rewarded by advance of few hundreds yen. They accepted only to found this oversea job is prostitution. Moving further they did not had enough, the Japanese army strolled along urban areas kidnapping young girls to their brothels.

A soldier testified that the women cried but whether the women lived or died, it did not matter to them. They were the emperor's soldier. Beating and physical torture were normal..

The most disturbing fact that bother me is even the Japanese doctors visiting the "comfort station" rape the girls when they supposed to examine veneral disease.

A little more reading to do, I really had this decision planted in my brain that Japanese always hungry for sex. I remember hearing friends saying about porns from the Japanese are variations. Also they have this SEX/LOVE hotel, setup for couple to make love. WTH???!!! At the age falls in secondary school, many of the Japanese girls had already have sex before.

Why are many people now like imitating Japanese? They are advance in techonology but their mind is full of sex. Also they tortured our older generation. I remembered once my grandmother told me that Japanese army kidnapped my grandfather when he was a little boy and brought him on to stage just throwing him on there for entertainment. OK. This doesn't relates to comfort women.. But they were torturing our people.

So I heard about this joke on Japanese kimono. Why is there this costume exists in the first place? It is for the girls to have sex anywhere they want. Just take off the kimono, you will have a pillow to rest your head and a huge cloth to lie on.

Weird Japanese vending machine. Used Japanese school girl panties. I wonder if they girls sold them the used panties? or is stolen?

Unsafe everywhere

Today when I went to a shopping mall toilet alone, I saw a security guard stood at the end of the pathway. My immediate action was to look if there is anyone near me. I saw another chinese man, sort of elderly father waiting for his kid for toilet break. It soothed me. I felt so unsecured to see the security guard. In my impression, security guards are rapist and policemen are a part of gangster. I saw one security guard twice when I go to toilet. That is going to kill me. The world is so unsecured. People are being harmed violently and the police isn't doing anything to stop it.

Yesterday I read the newspaper that extra police force is assigned to those places with high crime rate yesterday and today I saw a report saying that the crime rate for this week has dropped a lot. The report is really conflicting. Is it real that the crime rate has decreased? What police does is to block the road at the peak hour of the day causing traffic jam and summon road users for some small unnessecary offences. Police likes giving summon to those residents who are forced to park along the roadside because of limited parking lots in their apartment at a very weird hour of the day (8-11pm) and even 12 pm, very obvious that they just want to fullfill their summon quota of the month.

The starting point of the Penang Hill hike. I wasn't fit to reach even the first stop. I felt breathless because of the number of stairs to walk up...

The Secret to a Lasting Marriage: Embrace Imperfection

I came across a very good article in one of the forwarded mails in my inbox yesterday. It is worth to ponder upon if you want a lasting relationship.

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The Secret to a Lasting Marriage: Embrace Imperfection

When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet, all my dad did was reached for his toast, smiled at my mom, and asked me how my day was at school.

I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite! When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: "Baby, I love burned toast."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Debbie, your mommy put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides, a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!"

In bed that night, I thought about that scene at dinner...and the kindness my daddy showed my mom. To this day, it's a cherished memory from my childhood that I'll never forget. And it's one that came to mind just recently when Jack and I sat down to eat dinner.

I had arrived home late...as usual...and decided we would have breakfast food for dinner. Some things never change, I suppose!

To my amazement, I found the ingredients I needed, and quickly began to cook eggs, turkey sausage, and buttered toast. Thinking I had things under control, I glanced through the mail for the day. It was only a few minutes later that I remembered that I had forgotten to take the toast out of the oven!

Now, had it been any other day -- and had we had more than two pieces of bread in the entire house -- I would have started all over. But it had been one of those days and I had just used up the last two pieces of bread. So burnt toast it was!

As I set the plate down in front of Jack, I waited for a comment about the toast. But all I got was a "Thank you!" I watched as he ate bite by bite, all the time waiting for some comment about the toast. But instead, all Jack said was, "Babe, this is great. Thanks for cooking tonight. I know you had a hard day."

As I took a bite of my charred toast that night, I thought about my mom and dad...how burnt toast hadn't been a deal-breaker for them. And I quietly thanked God for giving me a marriage where burnt toast wasn't a deal-breaker either!

You know, life is full of imperfect things...and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook. And you might be surprised to find out that Jack isn't the perfect husband! He likes to play his music too loud, he will always find a way to avoid yard work, and he watches far too many sports. Believe it or not, watching "Golf Academy" is not my idea of a great night at home!

But somehow in the past 37 years Jack and I have learned to accept the imperfections in each other. Over time, we have stopped trying to make each other in our own mold and have learned to celebrate our differences. You might say that we've learned to love each other for who we really are!

For example, I like to take my time, I'm a perfectionist, and I'm even-tempered. I tend to work too much and sleep too little. Jack, on the other hand, is disciplined, studious, an early riser, and is a marketer's dream consumer. I count pennies and Jack could care less! Where he is strong, I am weak, and vice versa.

And while you might say that Jack and I are opposites, we're also very much alike. I can look at him and tell you what he's thinking. I can predict his actions before he finalizes his plans. On the other hand, he knows whether I'm troubled or not the moment I enter a room.

We share the same goals. We love the same things. And we are still best friends. We've traveled through many valleys and enjoyed many mountaintops. And yet, at the same time, Jack and I must work every minute of every day to make this thing called "marriage" work!

What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences - is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting marriage relationship.

And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your married life and lay them at the feet of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a marriage where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker!

Have a great day! May God bless your marriage.

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DONKEY STORY

Donkey's picture.. hahahha


Once upon a time a Washerman was bringing up two donkeys.

Let us say Donkey-A and Donkey-B.

Donkey-A felt it was very energetic and could do better than theother. It always tried to pull the washerman's attraction over it by taking more load and walking fast in front of him.

Innocent Donkey-B is normal, so it will walk normal, irrespective ofthe washerman's presence. After a period of time, Washerman started pressurising Donkey-B to be like Donkey-A. But Donkey-B unable to walk fast, got continuous punishment from washerman. It was crying and told personally to Donkey-A "Dear friend, only we two are here,why to compete with each other....we can carry equal load at normal speed ".

That made Donkey-A all the more energetic and next day it told to washerman that it can carry more load and even it can run fast also.

Obviously happier washerman looked at Donkey-B.., his BP raised andhe started kicking Donkey-B. Next day with smile, Donkey-A carried more load and started running fast. But it was breath taking forDonkey-B and it couldn't act that way....But the washerman was frustrated, so he harassed Donkey-B terribly, and finally it fell down hopelessly.

Then Donkey-A felt itself as a supremo and happily started carrying more load with great speed. But now the Load of the Donkey-B is also being carried by Donkey-A., and still it has to run fast. For some period it did, finally due to fatigue it got tired and started feeling the pain. But washerman expected more from Donkey-A. It also tried best, but couldn't cope up with his owners demand. TheWasherman got angry with Donkey-A also and started harassing to take more load... Donkey-A was crying for long time and then tried its best... But it couldn't meet the owner's satisfaction. Finally theday came when due to frustration the washerman killed Donkey-A andwent for searching some other Donkeys.

Its an endless story....... ...

But the moral of the Story in Corporate and social life is......,

"Think all colleagues are same and that everyone is capable.... AlwaysS hare the Load eq ually..... Don't ever act smart in front of yourBoss and never try for getting over-credit. ..

Don't feel happy when ur colleague is under pressure..

"It doesn't matter if u r A or B, for the Boss u shall be always DONKEY And most importantly, Never Work Hard, Work Cleverly.... .

"Success is a journey not a destination"

Generation gap

Let us talk about cartoon. When I was in primary schools, I watched Ninja Turtle. We were thrilled to see Donatello, Micheal Angelo and another turtle (which I forgot the name) jumping around with their weapons to save the world. I still rememeber they wear orange, red and purple head band. Then, there were these Thunder Cat, He-man and Transformer. Those are the type of cartoon which suit boys that time. Erm, girlie stuff is like My Little Pony and Friends, Jam, Smurf and Care Bears. By the way, these four were my favourite cartoon at that period. They were screened on TV at 8.30am Saturday and 4.30 or 5.30pm weekdays. Time past and the cartoons were replaced by more hi-tech type. But, honestly I don't like.

School bag:- When I was in primary school I used a bag with cartoon picture at the pocket in front of the bag. Then during primary six, bags invention has gone through a vast transition. They put a clock in front of the bag. So we can see mobile walking clock on students' back. Then when I moved to secondry school, I see small kids started using the roller's bag.. They pulled it like a luggage bag in airport.

Diskette... I remembered I took GW Basic computer class in primary school. At that time, we were using the ~6 inch diskette. Then when I moved to secondary school, I used the 3 1/2 inch diskette which is able to hold 1.44MB of data.. During last year of university, everything has moved to compact disk - CD (700MB) and now we only talk about DVD.

Stilll a lot to write, but i feel very sleepy.. :P
Stop now OK?