All M!a
Please Help Me....
well me n my ex bf are kinda seeing each other. on my side i wan our relationship to get back together but there are lotsa things come up in between to spoil this r/ship.We both try our best to get back together.. some how i feel i am responsible for it. well i noe a fren 'X'. he knew thta i was having prob with my ex n he also noe tht i am stil in lov with my ex. despite noing this he actually proposed me. earlier b4 he actually propose me, he treat me like his other girl frens. I didnt really notice the diff but my ex kinda notice it. 'X' noe tht i am tryng my best to get back with my ex. sometimes wen i wana go out with my ex, n wen the time 'X' called me i will tell him tht i am wit my ex. noing tht i am wit him he called me few times. well at tht time i dun really notice, i tot he just call n wenever he call i will tell i am with my ex . in fact my ex noe wat i told. Quite recent after proposing me n i reject, i realise sumthing, wen i say i am with my ex, without listening to any other further, he just hang up. obviously my ex sense its funny. well so do i.
i was having a great day last weekend till 3 am when X' called me tht was the turn over in my life. Earlier i Told him i am with my ex, yet noing it he purposely called me. Well as for my ex, wen we were about to start a new life, going very serious, even thinking of getting married, wen another guy called at this time, of course he will get angry . in fact i will get angry too if other gurl does tht.accordin to my ex, if he is just a fren n if he noe tht me n my ex knda like trying to patch things up, why must he call at this time. he can called during the day.
well the issue now is i didnt tell my ex tht this guy actually proposed me. i tot of solving it myself as i noe both of them cannot get along. wenever i talk about 'X', my ex dun really like it. previously wen he told me tht he feels tht 'X' is liking me, i told him noe coz i really tot 'X' wont do tht. but wen 'X' proposed i realise wat my ex said was true. because of this my ex is leaving me. how should i get to him back. i really wan him. the issue tht my ex question me is why did i hide from him by not telling bout the porposing thing. he dowant to accept my excuse ht i actually do tht bcoz i wana solve my self.i really hope he understand tht no matter wat i dun choose others except for only my ex. I really LOVE HIM so much ..... I wan him back. can anyone tell me what to do..plssssssssssssssssssssssss
i am helpless. next week is my exam,. i wanna do my final well. ... 
next week to tokyo
i will be spending a week in tokyo from 21 June - 27 June.
Cant wait!
Dressing up sexy is the reason why more raping cases happen???
Is this reason why raping cases happen?? dressing up sexy? Well i think for all the psycho out there its not bout dressing sexy. too be more precise studies have showed tht the rapist are more interested to go for gurls who dont dressed sexy coz they have this mentality to know whats behind the covered dress/outfit. . what do u think??
Is it ok to tell about your past to your current boy friend/girl friend?
Hmm I have a question here? "Is it ok to tell about your past to your current boy friend/girl friendas asked by a close friend of mine. well i have my own perspection on this but I would like to noe generally what is the rest think bout it.
In my point of view, its better not to talk about a person's past . Past is past. what is matter now is the current n the future. everybody have their own privacy, dark secret n stuff tht they really dont wana talk bout it. whats the point you want to talk bout their past wen you really love them. what matter now is how are they towards you in this very current relationship n for the future. people do mistakes my dear. If you really love them look for what they are now now past. there are some people who realise their mistakes n they could be the best partner for you. simply because u understand them and give them the confidence that they can rebuild a relationship.relationship is all about give n take.
Do not judge them by their past or keep on pin pointing bout it if you happen to noe bout their past. this will actually affect your relationship tho you think you r just joking bout it. every individual must have their own P& C no matter its a girl or a boy.certain thing u need to tell but certain is better to leave like tht. but this doesnt mean u can lie to ur partner. be honest n loyal..
what bout you guys out there. any comment??
You're not a gurl..not yet a woman
well this goes to a person tht i noe for about 2 yrs. Well initially i was fine with her attitude as I was thiking probably she is youngest in the hse tht we are staying n could be because she is stil new n being " manja" with us. but there is a limit for everythign. after 2 yrs of silence, not asking her a word for what she is doing and the way she spoke to all of us, I've decided to voice out. coz if this keep on goin then I think i will have high blood pressure not for screaming to her but thinking of what she is doing to all of us in the house.
U dun wan to give respect to elders than u better not ask for it. if u cannot tolerate with all the house mates while the rest of us have no prob with each other, then ask yourself 1st, where did i went wrong?, why arent they talking to me?Did i made any mistake or talk sumthing wrong? Analyze yourself before you want to pin point to others. While you are pointing to others the rest of the fingers is pointing to u. How much difference between you and her?? For God sake she is 10 yrs older to you and you are acting as tho you are her mom.
Do you actually think that guys come to you just because u r pretty???? You are inviting them. Dun come to us and tell he left me, he broke my heart and etc. Actually u ask for it. I dun understand how can u actually know a guy in a day, he proposed " so call love at 1st sight –thats bullshit" and you agreed, and the next day u bring him to you bed!!! Holy cow.. thts pretty fast. Then in a week he left u. So fast.and after a week u met him , get back all your stuff and you move on with another guy..wow thts so great.
How can u actually betray your another bf, saying yes to him and then you went with your so called ex bf. Come man. I noe u still have the concern towards your ex. It is ok if u r single n not with anybody, n u show ur concern, its not gonna affect anybody, but why to your loyal bf.. u actually preggo with tht baby and wat kinda person are u. U cant tell your current bf right. U r telling ppl tht u r very straight forwad. I noe u r very very straight forward till some guys dun even feel comfy to talk to you for certain xxxx topic which they prefer it should be discuss among guys. Its not wrong for u to be open but u muct noe wat topic to talk.. unless tht guy is the person tht u r comfirm u gonna live with him for the rest of your life then fine. Not to all guys. They will talk to you, have fun and get wat they wan, thts nothing new for most of the guys tho there are some who dont. But behind you this guys will talk bad about u, thinking that you r real cheap. Anyway what you gonna care, they are getting it free, on top of it you are inviting them. Oh yes one thing i salute you. At last you took a decision to leave the house. Please dont let our neighbour thnk we r one of you. Just leave as soon as possible. Hope wen you get a new place, even if its not for you, think of your parents. Dont spoil your life just because you wana enjoy life n thinkin that you are young. Time goes very fast. Treasure it with sweet memories. Its not too late. You can still change it if you want. We cant change you. Its your attitude.. wish you the best
Que Sera Sera.. what will the future be.. Part I
Remember the song of our childhood, Que Sera Sera, whatever will be, will be.... I have been meaning to write about our life without man of the house for so many years now, never had a clue how to begin. I was 44 when I became a widow, and I am 53 now. My young princes have grown into handsome young men now, and yet I haven't really pen down the experience. The truth is, I had began writing in various locations (loose papers, note books, PCs) all of which I have lost touched (or missing). I should begin it here, I think this is the appropriate place for me to 'recite' my thoughts, knowing the path might be different now, the sad feeling has mellowed down. As the proverb says, much water has flown down the bridge. In 1999 I looked at life differently from how I am looking now... I was younger, worried about the princes, worried about how I would cope with them and life 'alone'. Of course, I was never really alone, in any Malay family, the word alone does not really exists, family members, family extension members are always there, loving and caring, sometimes becoming nuisance....Many years ago, when my husband passed away, I felt as if all eyes were on me, a single mom with four growing boys. They would be wondering what lies ahead for us, what would the future of these boys without a father be. It was Friday, 11th. November 1999, the death and the funeral that same day, there was a kindergarten graduation for my youngest prince Liran Glomli on Monday after that. Being end of school season, there were various meetings with teachers from three different schools for the other three princes that same week. It was a hectic life, I was miserable, I was sad, I had no partner to share the burden with. I thought I could not manage but life went on. There were outpouring of condolencense , from relatives, friends, and people with good intentions. Seven or eight days after that, it was Ramadan, our fasting month. I thank our great Allah for that perfect timing... for fasting is an exacting act of deeply personal worship seeking a raised level of Allah-consciousness. I was sad but contented.
Ramadan being the ninth month of the Islamic Lunar calendar and the holiest month we are obliged to abstain from all food, drink, between dawn and sunset. Purity of thought and action is paramount. The act of fasting helped to redirect the sadness in my heart away from worldly activities, towards Allah. I did not ask WHY because deep down I knew it was all for the best. Allah had his plan, Allah worked in His mysterious ways. The month of Ramadan is a time for spiritual reflection, prayer, doing good deeds and spending time with family and friends, helps to teach us self-discipline, self-restraint and generosity. Though there was one less place at the table during sahur (early morning meal) and iftar (breaking fast) we managed very well. Family and friends continued to pop-in, call, there were plenty of guidance, food, extra love going round. I buried myself in prayers, I did not have time to cry............to be continued....
Centuries of Stories - 2nd Century
INTO THE DARK....... by HENRIETTA BRANDFORD
I was born out of doors. I think, under the tall green bracken or out on the bee-singing heather. My mother loved such places. She died when I was very small but I remember her. She loved me and held me close. She did not want to leave me. She was one of the lake people, and our house was built on stilts, over the water. All night the lake lap-lapped under our floor.
When my mother died I was taken in by a woman called Marne who moved me away from the lake to live beyond the forest. I got no love from her - cold food and a cold heart, that was her way. Blows and curses. Goban, her man was worse. Many's the time I thought he'd kill me. I used to think that if I did what they wanted, they would take to me, but they never did. They wanted my labour, not me.
That's why they sent me to carry the warning. It was a simple message: the Romans are coming, clanking up the hillsides, tall as giants. This is our land, but their general Hadrian has ordered the building of a great wall across it, to keep us away. It never will. They may be powerful and strong, with their gods and their roads and their long, long marches, but this is our land and we'll keep it.
I was to run to the lake. They said I must run all night and not stop until I'd warned the lake people. I said: "It will be night time, and dark." They laughed.
Marne and Goban were grabbing what they could carry and running north almost before I left them. "How will I find you when I'm done?" I asked. They didn't answer.
"Head for the river and sundown," the head man told me. "Cross where the rocks make stepping stones. Follow the stream through the wood. You'll find the village on an island in a lake."
He did not give me a knife or a spear. I had no wool cloak and no shoes either. I do not like the dark. It presses on me and makes me afraid. The spirits of the dead love darkness. So do the priests, whom everybody fears. Also the wolf and the boar and the bear.
As I left the village, mad Mab tottered out of her hut and laid her bony hand on my head. She wiped a sign onto my forehead with her thumb. Writing is forbidden to us. Only the priests may write. I felt afraid, but I trusted her, because on those nights when Marne threw me out, or when I had to run from Goban's fist, I ran to Mab and she would let me in. Mostly she had no food and no fire, but she let me stay with her. I said goodbye to her and she kissed me. Then I ran towards the river.
Smell of the bog myrtle as I push through the bushes. Smell of mint, and the water close by. I reach the river just as dusk wraps the land in mystery. The rocks are slippery and the water's deep. Water will suck you under if it can. Wait until the sun is gone. Now the sky is red like blood. Fish rise to catch the last of the dancing flies. Deer step out of the wood to drink at the river. Maybe an old grey wolf follows behind. Watch where the evening star will rise.
The star will show me the way. They told me not to stop but how can you run if you don't know the way?Moonlight, starlight, bad'uns won't come out tonight. I think my mother taught me that. Here is my star now. Look to the oak tree. Mark where the sun goes down. See where the star comes up. Now run.
Deer scatter when I stand. The dark is thicker now. River plants, cold under my foot, give off a good clean scent.
I run under the trees and the dark is all around me. These are yew trees. when the priests cut mistletoe from the yew they sacrifice to Lugh. I don't want their sacred knives digging in my entrails.
Water beside me. Look for the star in every clearing. Run until my lungs hurts and my heart hammers. Stop, breathing hard and loud. Quiet, quiet. I'll sit and rest a moment. I hear the song of water over stones. My eyes close. Only for a moment. Then I'll run again.
Wake to the sound of footfalls in the dark. Two priests come down to the water. No one can hide from them, they can see in the dark. What will they do to me? I make myself small and quiet and pray to Macha our mother to protect me. They lean over the water, killing something small they take from a sack. When they have finished they go back the way they came. They don't want me. I stand up, stretch, and run.
Wolves call to one another in the moonlight, long, shivering wails. I run under holly trees, the prickles sting my bare feet. After the prickle is out, the sting remains. I will run around them. where is the water? I have lost the stream. The wolves are coming close, very close. Is it me they're hunting?
A yip in the dark, ahead of me. another behind me. Climb like a cat up the ivy on a big oak tree. I sit on a broad branch, high above the pathway, with my legs drawn up tight. An old grey wolf trots out of the bracken. He stands under my tree, looking up. Moonlight shines on his long teeth. His mate comes out from under the bracken and stands beside him, staring at me. She is asking me a question but I don't know what it is. Now comes a long cry, a hunting cry, from off behind. Old man wolf and his mate run away into the darkness. It wasn't me they wanted.
I sit in the tree, shaking. From here I can see pst the wood and down into the valley. There's a fire down there. Firelight shines on the helmets of the Romans. They clothe themselves in iron, makes them hard to kill. I must move quietly. If they catch me they'll kill me. If they kill me, the lake people die too. I want to stay safe in my tree. I want to warn my mother's people. I want to hide. I want to run. Cloud covers the moon, the wood grows pitchy black. Down in the valley the fire glows red. Goban would stay in this tree. Goban has no pride, no courage, no love for anyone. But I am not like him. I remember how my mother loved me.
I scrabble down the ivy. The moon sails out to light my way. I run down to the valley, moving quietly, carefully around the camp. A dog barks. Guards pace inside their palisade. They do not see the boy running past in the dark.
Ahead, the lake shines like a silver dish. I stand and stare while my fear and my anger and my sorrow rise in my chest and take my breath away. I think of my mother, take a deep breath and run downhill and out on to the wooden causeway. My feet thud, the wood is wet, I trip and roll over. I have not fallen all my long run, but now I fall like a fool, thumping down on my arse, ringing the wooden causeway like a bell.
A man runs out and hauls me up by the elbow. He brings his spear up under my chin. "Who are you?" he whispers. "Tell me, before I kill you." His spear pricks sharp into my neck.
Before I can answer, a door opens in a house close by and a woman steps out. she walks over to where I crouch, the spear at my neck. She puts out her hand to trace the sign on my forehead. "Leave him," she says. "He's a friend."
"I'm from beyond the wood." I say. I do not tell them that I came from here, once. "I've run all night."
"What for?" asks the woman. The man's spear is close to my neck still.
"To tell you the Romans are coming. They're camped close by in the valley. I was sent to give you time to run."
"Run now, fight later," says the man. He takes his spear away from my neck. "What kind of people send a boy, alone and unarmed, without shoes on his feet, to warn their neighbours of danger?" he asks. The woman shakes her head and sighs. I feel ashamed.
After that the man put his hand on my shoulder and brought me indoors. His name was Vran. He gave me food and I sat in the warm, eating and drinking, while Vran spoke to the woman. When they went out to wake the village, I slept. I dreamt I had a proper home, where I could sit by the fire and eat when I was hungry. A stupid dream, I thought when I woke up.
Vran came in soon after. "We're going now," he said.
"So am I," I answered.
He looked at me. "I see a boy with nowhere good to go," he said. "I know that look."
That was a long while back. I am at home in Vran's house now - one of the Lake people again. But I still remember running through the dark, and meeting Vran on the causeway.
Reaching For the Stars...
Reaching For The Stars - a book by our own first angkasawan Dr Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor. Actually the book was written by the brother who passed away before Dr Sheikh Muszaphar could come home. The book was a tribute to both of them, two bothers so closed they knew what in each others' thought. It tells the journey of angkasawan in the making, the growing-up years and so on...A short Foreword by our angkasawan, " My journey to space is a tribute to my late younger brother, Ajil, who passed away on October 27 ,2007. Who would have thought that this incident would occur? What a twist of fate ! I was the one facing all the dangers and risks of travelling at 27,000 km/h into space but God took his life instead."
It was a good book, a bit sad but truthful. A must read to all youngster.
Heart Broken
I dunno how to pour my feeling, to whom I should share. being in love was the sweetest thing u can imagine but being out of it is the worst. How i wish i can be with the person forever tho i noe its gonna be a compromise relationship then.
wer did I went wrong. To love a person so much n getting blame for little things. I noe I dun deserve this but can u understand how i feel when u actually leave me without saying anything. wer have u been. all the while being a gud buddy to me even wen we r not in a relationship. at least a gud farewell. i feel so pain...
cant do my work.. feel so down..
Birthday Present....
My second prince sent a birthday present, all the way from Connecticut... how very thoughtful of him !!
True Love ....(Part 3)..
A feeling which is an everlasting emotion, a craving inside that hurts sweetly, unknown loneliness, an experience of sunshine, rain, thunder and tremors all at the same time, a need to belong, desire to make moments and memories for a lifetime, thoughts of togetherness, a hope of eternal happiness, to wish to fly high and touch the sky, escape to paradise, to give, an epoch, gentle breeze, deep ocean, twilight, a tide, enigma, mist, peace, glow, patience, magic, tranquility, a thirsty flower, prayer, withering rose, vibration, compassion, endless flight, blossoming flower, compromise, healing, light, unspoken words, still wind, dreams, secret smiles, tenderness, a wish come true, beautiful silence, echo of a distant voice, a poem, connection, a story, silver stars, imagination, endurance, madness, meaning, inner beauty, strength, chaste, protection, kindness, warmth, tenderness, leisure, belief, care and love. TRUE LOVE.Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, endures all things, love is never blind; love is beautiful and meaningful; love grows forever; love is strong and is strength; love is warm; love is hope; love is safety; love lasts forever; love is moments of joy; love heals; love is nice; love is important; love is falling again and again but not getting hurt; love is a dream; love is incredible; love is heavenly; love is truth; love is a dream and reality; love is a smile; love is protection; love is togetherness; love never hurts; love is a sweet song;love is yesterday, tomorrow and today; love is the best; love is deep; love is magic; love is gentle; love is tenderness; love is grateful; love is a forever dance; love is fragrance; love is light; love is real;love is promise; love is all.
What is in the Name...
Many people who read my recites (Chain Of Thoughts) queried about the names I use here. Why Sidhiel Jydda?? Nobody would believe a Malay lady with that name?? Why change all the names of my King and my Princes?? The truth is when I decided to recite my thoughts, I was too coward to use my own name, so I disguised...How do I get all those names?? I used name translator of course!!! I love Lord of The Rings so much so I translated all our names into the Ring names... kudo to the internet... so if you guys find that website, you can translate back our Ring names into our real names... Good Luck!!!
True Love...(Part 2)
Does love really exist?? True Love. We're all supposed to want it, along with the good career. I was always pretty much a cynic though. The vast majority of people seem to find someone they can put up with, stick with them so they don't have to go back to being single, then marry because they've been together a while and it seems like the thing to do. And twenty six years back I was in danger of going that way myself.
Then I met my King Liran Andursil, he was someone I'd known a while and always found interesting and cute, but one day in Japan (we were sent to Japan for a three month course) we really opened up to each other and something just clicked. We got together really fine , and frankly this relationship is so pure it's like trying sailing on the smooth water. We both came from big family, he was so humble sometimes leaving wondering were all guys like this??
So I've managed to stumble across the right person for me. I must have been particularly well behaved to his eyes, if not how could he was attracted to me?? I was twenty seven then, considered 'andalusia' by some, but it's really a case of waiting for love. Much as I'd like, I could not just go out there, tag someone and say, "you're It." I met my love through work, but it's just down to luck he became my true love.
True Love...(Part 1)
Two nights ago while waiting for my third prince come back from doing assignment at the college, it was 11 pm when I acciddently switched on channel 122 on ASTRO and watch this Hindustan movie. I do not catch the title as I seldom bother to watch any movie on this channel. The reason being , one they are not in English, second they are normally ancient movies.Anyway, just to pass the time, so I thought, I sat through and watched on... Bit by bit, I became intrigue and found myself glued to the TV. The story was as a usual Hindustani movie, was about a poor middle class girl from a small town, falling in love with a rich boy from a big city. But the interesting part was there was no dancing and very minima singing as in any normal Hindustani movie!! Surprise, surprise!! I was not bored then... Besides the usual boy loved girl, girl so shy to confess her love, I was impressed with the Indian cultures the movie trying to potray. In this modern world I sometimes wonder whether arranged marriage still exist, young man still obey the father's wish to wed him off to the girl he never met but it was a beautiful story, anyway....
I fell in love with the last 1/2 hour of the movie, where the girl burnt herself trying to save her cousin while their house caught fire just one day before her wedding day. In the midst of Indian rich culture and tradition of wedding celebrations, one firework got astrayed and landed on the many boxes of wedding clothes. Of course being a normal dramatic movie, in the chaos of the girl being upset because the aunty did not want to bless her, she fell asleep, woke up when the fire was at its peak. She got out, realised her cousin was still in, rushed in, save the cousin and burnt roof fell on her.
I was impressed with what the doctor told her uncle, forget about the wedding.. no man would want her now... but then the boy when heard about the news, rushed to the hospital, insisted on marrying her there and then, himself signed the consent form, brought in the surgeon from the city and operated on her. It was the true love that I saw, on how he took care of her, be at her side while she recuperated at the hospital, the conversations sometimes were so touching that tears flowed down my cheeks. I found myself wondering again if this kind of love still exists....
Anyway, being the normal, Hindustani movie, the ending was happy, months later when the girl was almost well, there was wedding celebration again, the rich Indian cultures shown. The doctor's last statement being, normally he treated a girl who got burnt because of dowry, and man deserted her but here is man insisted to marry a burnt girl, that what true love is about!!! I LOVE IT!!!
Did I leave any impact.....??
When I left the company I was working after twenty-five years, I wondered if anyone going to miss me. These were the several responses I received when I sent out the good-bye... then I knew I did leave some impacts...- Beribu malah berjuta idea but sepatah pun tak dapat saya coretkan buat Pn.Siedhiel......mungkin ini yg dinamakan sebuah 'kehilangan'.Terima kasih segalanya hanya Allah SWT yg dapat membalas jasa baik Pn.Sidhiel......
- I would also like to thank you for all the times we had together. I appreciate how you work with me, for not instructing me and leaving me to work alone. I hope that you remember me with fondness and will contact me now and then.
- I would say thank you and thank you for all your support & kindness towards me during my early months with the company. You have guided me so much towards fulfilling my duties.
- It has been almost 30 years that we have known each other since Jun 76 I suppose. You have been very kind to me. Lend me warm clothing for my first trip oversea, Offer me an accomodation at your relative's place when I have nowhere to turn to, Guide an assist me whenever I need it, A lot more which I am not good at expressing it.
- Whatever it is, I am going to miss you and I do pray that you will do better and be more happy after you have all the time for yourself and family. Please keep in touch.
- It is sad indeed to know that you will be leaving us. However, it is a consolation knowing that this decision you have chosen must be the best for you. Wishing you all the best in all your future undertakings and may your dreams come true. Please do keep in touch.
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Assalamualaikum,
amboi...panjangnya pantun dan puisi..saya pun macam tu puan sidhiel. kalau ada tersalah laku, tersilap bahasa, terhutang ke harap maafkan dan halalkan. puan sidhiel satu-satunya veteran company yang saya tidak kekok untuk berkawan despite perbezaan pangkat dan umur. puan very positive mind and humble orangnya. You have been very good friend of mine. semuga puan dipanjangkan umur dan dimurah rezeki. salah satu cita-cita saya ialah retire young, retire rich macam puan sidhiel. supaya kita ada masa dan keupayaan untuk beribadat, berbakti kepada masyarakat dan berehat gracefully.
An unexpected Present...
Last evening my third prince, Liran Galendil, shyly handed me a CK paper bag saying belated present mama... I looked inside the ,, wow .. a white CK purse!!! Really unexpected, from him most of all.. I guess he overheard I have been mumbling about replacing my existing over-used purse. But most surprise of all I did not expect to get one from him... thank you my son.. I really appreciate it... and secretly I know he will be asking additional allowance to cover-up the expenses on this present.. heh..heh..
Princes Around Me....
Me - I am a Queen mother, Sidhiel JyddaMy King Liran Andursil passed away in 1999, short of about 50 days into a new millenium. We had 17 lovely years together. Within ten years of marriage we have four wonderful handsome princes.
Prince No. 1 - Liran Glinus
Prince No. 2 - Liran Gwanyc
Prince No. 3 - Liran Galendil
Prince No. 4 - Liran Glomli
When the princes were young, they used to call me Liran Mama, after all their names and their father's name begin with Liran. I love my princes with all my heart. After their father has gone, they are all I have... and they know it.
My Birthday....
6th March, 6 pm, my No. 1 prince Liran Glinus came in with a big smile, a box in hand, with No. 4 prince Liran Glomli in tow, both of them smiling. I was watching TV, berita jam 6, hot with soon to be election news. With great 'aksi' he opened the box and wow..... 49 cupcakes!!! The middle 18 with the alphabets HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA! Heii.. I said I am 53, not 49 , but then No. 1 said tak muat kotak mama..Soon my bedroom became a celebration centre, delicious cupcakes gone one by one. Honestly I only ate two of them ,one because they are too beautiful, second they are on the sweet side. No.4 prince gulped most of them.. Called No.3 prince Liran Galendil, on the handphone, we are going out for dinner. Hmm.. I miss my No. 2 prince Liran Gwanyc, sob sob...he is so far away, in USA. He did emailed wishing me happy birthday yesterday though. Thank you my princes, I do love you all...
Make a short film for Tokyo trip
Hmm, I got an opportunity to go to Tokyo in June. Problem is I have to come up with a short film idea to participate for the event in tokyo. Not my forte anyway of storytelling. Have to comeup with some plesant idea. Ask wife tonight :)
Saying Goodbye....
On 18th April 2005, twelve days before I left the company I was working for 25 years, I wrote this email to almost all my dearest friends...
Dearest all,
Another eleven more days before I have to hand-over ;
1) Kad Pas Keselamatan Pekerja XX
2) Buku Terma & Syarat Perkhidmatan
3) Buku Perjanjian Bersama
4) Kunci Kenderaan syarikat
5) Komputer Bimbit
6) Telefon Bimbit
7) Alat faksimili, etc... etc....
After over twenty-five years in XXXXXXX
I have been very fortunate, because of the nature of my responsibilities, to have been able to work closely with staff in all areas of the company - management, non-managementc, executives, non-executives, support and operational groups. I have been privileged to know many marvellous staff and I have enjoyed working 'behind the scenes', helping staff with sometimes coping with the new changes the company introduced. I have valued very much indeed the friendship shown to me by colleagues, past and present. Through this email I would like very much to thank everyone for the help and tremendous support that has been given to me over the years. - I know that without this support I would have found it difficult at times to do my work.
A very special 'thank you' to everyone for their great kindness to me and my very best wishes to everyone for a happy and peaceful future.'
For all the times you made me smile, thank you.
For all the times you held my hand, thank you.
For all the times you smiled at me, thank you.
For all the times you listened to me when no one else would, thank you.
For all the times you encouraged me, thank you.
For all the times you hugged me, thank you.
For all the times you shared a part of yourself with me, thank you.
For all the times you kissed me on the cheek, thank you.
For all the times you gave me a ride somewhere, thank you.
For all the times you asked to spend time with me, thank you.
For all the times you trusted me, thank you.
For all the times you complimented me, thank you.
For all the times you cared about my well being, thank you.
For all the times you said "hey.. that's a beautiful baju", thank you.
For all the times you thought of me, thank you.
For all the times you brought me joy, thank you.
For all the times you were there when I needed you, thank you.
For all the times you missed me, thank you.
For all the times you gave me comfort, thank you.
For all the times you looked at my works and said that's a great job, thank you.
For all of this:
Never forget that when I smile at you, I'm saying "You are a great person "
Never forget that my hand is always outstretched toward you.
Never forget that I am always here to listen to you.
Never forget that I will always stand behind you.
Never forget that I am an open book to you.
Never forget that you need only ask me for anything, and it's yours.
Never forget that I want to spend time with you.
Never forget that I completely trust you.
Never forget that I think you are the most beautiful person in the world.
Never forget that I do appreciate you, whether I say it or not.
Never forget that I'm thinking of you right now.
Never forget that you bring me joy, especially when you smile.
Never forget that I am always here for you.
Never forget that I missed you to.
Never forget that I am here anytime you need comforting.
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