Who Will Answer

From the canyons of the mind
We wander on and stumble blindly
Through the often tangled maze
Of starless nights and sunless days
While asking for some kind of clue
Or road to lead us to the truth
But who will answer

Side by side two people stand
Together vowing, hand in hand
That love's embedded in their hearts
But soon an empty feeling starts
To overwhelm their hollow lives
And when we seek the hows and whys
Who will answer

On a strange and distant hill
A young man's lying very still
His arms will never hold his child
Because a bullet running wild
Has cut him down

And now we cry, Dear God
Oh, why, oh, why
But who will answer

High upon a lonely ledge
A figure teeters near the edge
And jeering crowds collect below
To egg him on with, go, man, go
But who will ask what led him
To his private day of doom
And who will answer

If the soul is darkened
By a fear it cannot name
If the mind is baffled when
The rules don't fit the game
Who will answer, who will answer
Who will answer

In the rooms of dark and shades
The scent of sandalwood pervades
The colored thoughts in muddled heads
Reclining in rumpled beds of
Unmade dreams that can't come true
And when we ask what we should do
Who, who will answer

Neath the spreading mushroom tree
The world revolves in apathy
As overhead, a row of specks
Roars on, drowned out by discotheques
And if a secret button's pressed
Because one man has been outguessed
Who will answer

Is our hope in walnut shells
Worn round the neck with temple bells
Or deep within some cloistered walls
Where hooded figures pray in halls
Or crumbled books on dusty shelves
Or in our stars, or in ourselves
Who will answer

If the soul is darkened
By a fear it cannot name
If the mind is baffled when
The rules don't fit the game
Who will answer, who will answer
Who will answer

New Job. New Environment

Today 20th September 2017 marks the 12th day I am here at my new company. Honestly, I am still trying to get accustomed with the new environment here and adopt the working style.

Talking about the environment, it was such a hustle and bustle in my previous company. Yes, you read it right. There were many colleagues in the office, HR, Finance, Audit, Security, Marketing and most importantly Merchandisers. They created the most noise there.. hahaha...

Gotto put this on record... the aircon in that old company was set to 27c. So very very very hot and stuffy...

But here... it is a total 360 degree change. Total silence. You can even hear a pin drop. And most importantly, the aircon is COOLING ☃⛄ *of course, I couldn't make snowman in the office  hahaha

So now, here I am, the Regional Legal Manager, entrusted to manage all legal matters within the region... and I believe that I can do it. This is in my blood. A "Can-Do" spirit.

Further, my boss is currently working from home. So that means I literally have 'no boss' breathing down my neck ... kekeke 😉

Nice right...?

Tol Fees Increase Again!

Today marks yet another day where it clearly shows that the current government under the leadership of our Prime Minister has failed. So many things happening lately where us, the citizen, are not happy. Death of a Cambodian lady, 1MDB scandal, billions & billions going into personal account of the PM, Ministers openly supporting the Red Shirt Demonstration which clearly is racial based, Ministers condemning the Bersih peaceful assembly, termination of Ministers and Public Officers, etc.

Now. Economy crisis. The value of our Ringgit is still falling, if not volatile. GST. And despite those, now the tol fee hike.

What is our government doing? Where is the justice? Are those corrupt Ministers going to be put behind bars?

Yellow is the new White

Seems like it is unavoidable. Bersih 4 is just around the corner 29 & 30 August 2015 will mark the days in the history of Malaysia where massive gathering of Malaysian in record will come out to the street to demand for fairness in the electoral process, and above all the stepping down of our PM Najib.

Accusations and allegations of corruption - 1MDB, 2.6 bil etc.

Just a couple of days before our Merdeka Day.

Are you ready?

What's gonna come after that?

Work-Life Balance

I reckon that this is what every employee wants while in their working life.

8:30 am to 5:30 pm or 9 am to 6 pm.
Leave office sharp after work.
Go partying with your gang for happy hour till 9 pm.

This is of course the idealist kinda way to explain our work-life balance, ain't it?

But for family man like me, work-life balance could be different. Or should I say, is there work-life balance?

8:30 am to 5:30 pm or 9 am to 6 pm (no choice - bcos have to feed few mouths in the family)
Leave office sharp after work (also no choice)
Instead of go partying, we go back home to start our life (work) balance once again, eg. taking care of the kiddos, washing (which bound to have something to wash), cleaning.

For me, work-life balance doesn't mean that you have to go partying after work for happy-hour. Even though the 2nd example which I gave above is also part of work-life balance. Just that it seems to be a continuation of "work" in a different sense.

For a family man or woman, with kids especially, life is the fulfillment of our duty towards our children. Seeing them taken care of. Eaten well. Sleeping soundly. Live healthily.

That is "life" despite the fact that we "work" our arse through the night after 6pm, and not having the spare time to spend for partying with our friends.

Hmmm... hopefully when my kids grow up, my wifey and I will have more time to ourselves, so that we can go partying with our joints making loads of cracking sounds... hahaha

I'm Back

Wow...! Time has really flown pass us.

It felt just like yesterday when I posted my last in March, 2 years ago. It was a mere 4 months before it all happened.

18 July 2013.

Will never forget this date for my entire life! This day has changed a man from being a proud, taking the f**k all to himself, heavy smoking, drinking, womanizing (not..!) etc to another, though not much different in terms of appearance (still that handsome, I supposed) *pun intended

This was the day where I had a heart attack. The day where I was rushed into the A&E of the hospital, in a state of pain at my jaw down to my left shoulder and hand. A day where the doctor came in and performed an ultrasound to reveal that half of my heart had stopped while the other half was trying very very hard to sustain this worthless man with blood. A day where I was pushed into the operating room at 7am or die if the doctor waited longer. A day that changed my life.

I know that I'm going to re-tell this over and over again to my children (& hopefully they will want to hear me telling this after a couple of times)

And now. I'm back again. After 2 years. Writing as a different person. An easy going, who doesn't take the f**king whole world to himself thinking he can manage. "How stupid I was" I always think.

Now that things are different, I'll be enjoying my newly "borrowed" life to good use, and not waste it on unnecessary nonsense.

I'll be writing again. Or at least I suppose I will.

More will come.

Wait.

I Am A Soldier of God

Soldier of God

G.I.
God Incarnate
Saviour of the world

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I am a soldier in the army of my God. The Lord Jesus Christ is my Commanding Officer. The Holy Scripture is my code of conduct. Faith, prayer and the Word are my weapons of warfare. I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, trained by experience, tried by adversity and tested by fire.I am a volunteer in this army, and I am enlisted for eternity. I will not get out, sell out, be talked out or pushed out. I am faithful, reliable, capable and dependable. If my God needs me, I am there. I am a soldier. I am not a baby. I do not need to be pampered, petted, primed up, pumped up, picked up, or pepped up. I am a soldier. No one has to call me, remind me, write me, visit me, entice me or lure me. I am a soldier. I am not a wimp. I am in place, saluting my King, obeying His orders, praising His name and building His kingdom! No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards or candy, or give me handouts. I do not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for or catered to. I am committed. I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around. I cannot be discouraged enough to turn me aside. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit.
When Jesus called me into this army, I had nothing. If I end up with nothing, I will still come out ahead. I will win. My God has and will continue to supply all of my need. I am more than a conqueror. I will always triumph. I can do all things through Christ. The devil cannot defeat me. People cannot disillusion me. Weather cannot weary me. Sickness cannot stop me. Battles cannot beat me. Money cannot buy me. Governments cannot silence me, and hell cannot handle me. I am a soldier. Even death cannot destroy me. For when my Commander calls me from His battlefield, He will promote me to captain and then allow me to rule with Him. I am a soldier in the army, and I’m marching claming victory. I will not give up. I will not turn around.
I am a soldier, marching heaven-bound. Here I Stand! Will you stand with me?
The army of the Lord is an all volunteer force. No one will be drafted, and those who serve will do so eagerly rather than grudgingly. That army will make up "the body of Christ" (1Corinthians 12:25-27). We are to be "a good soldier of Jesus Christ" (2 Timothy 2:3-4). We are to "put on the whole armour of God" (Ephesians 6:10-11).

Romans 13:12, "...let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light."

Know your enemy: The "wiles of the devil" is our enemy, "We wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, and against spiritual wickedness in high places" (Ephesians 6:11-12, 2 Corinthians 10:3). People are not your enemy, we are not to fight against one another. The things of the world are our enemy (James 4:4, Romans 12:2, 1 John 2:15, Luke 16:15).
A good soldier knows his weapon. We are to take the "helmet of salvation" and "the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God" (Ephesians 6:17). When Jesus said,"...I came not to send peace, but a sword " (Matthew 10:34), He didn't mean a literal sword. He came to set men striving for a better world with a soldiers fervor and force of spirit.
Know your weapon: "study to show thyself approved unto God" (2 Timothy 2:15). Know your weapon: we are to "search the scriptures" (Acts 17:11, Luke 16:29, Isaiah 8:20; 34:16), and compare scripture with scripture (Isaiah 28:10) to come to the Truth. "For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God" (2 Corinthians 10:4). "Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him" (Proverbs 30:5, Ephesians 6:16). We are to put on the "breastplate of righteousness" (Ephesians 6:14), and our "feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace" (Ephesians 6:15).
A good soldier stays in step. We are to walk in the "same steps as Christ" (2 Corinthians 12:18, 1 Peter 2:21). And most important, our secret weapon: we are to be"praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit" (Ephesians 6:18), so that you may "open your mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel"(Ephesians 6:19). "We are more than conquerors through him that loved us" (Romans 8:37). We are "fellowsoldiers" (Philippians 2:25, Philemon 1:2).

"A man may have to die for our country, but no man must, in any exclusive sense, live for his country. He who surrenders himself without reservation to the temporal claims of a nation, or a party, or a class is rendering to Caesar that which, of all things, most emphatically belongs to God; himself." C.S. Lewis.

A Story That’ll Touch Your Heart

 

This story below really will touch your heart. God’s love is too priceless to be bought or earned by you or me.

The Pearl

David Morse - American missionary to India - became great friends there with the pearl-diver, Rambhau. Many an evening he spent in Rambhau's cabin reading to him from the Bible, and explaining to him God's way of salvation.

Rambhau enjoyed listening to the Word of God, but whenever the missionary tried to get Rambhau to accept Christ as his Savior - he would shake his head and reply, "Your Christian way to heaven is too easy for me! I cannot accept it. If ever I should find admittance to heaven in that manner - I would feel like a pauper there...like a beggar who has been let in out of pity. I may be proud - but I want to deserve, I want to earn my place in heaven -- and so I am going to work for it."

Nothing the missionary could say seemed to have any effect on Rambhau's decision, and so quite a few years slipped by. One evening, however, the missionary heard a knock on his door, and on going to open it he found Rambhau there.

"Come in, dear friend," said Morse.

"No," said the pearl-diver. "I want you to come with me to my house, Sahib, for a short time -- I have something to show you. Please do not say 'No'."

"Of course I'll come," replied the missionary. As they neared his house, Rambhau said: "In a week's time I start working for my place in heaven; I am leaving for Delhi -- and I am going there on my knees."

"Man, you are crazy! It's nine hundred miles to Delhi, and the skin will break on your knees, and you will have blood-poisoning or leprosy before you get to Bombay."

"No, I must get to Delhi," affirmed Rambhau, "and the immortals will reward me for it! The suffering will be sweet - for it will purchase heaven for me!"

"Rambhau, my friend - you can't. How can I bear you to do it - when Jesus Christ has suffered and died to purchase heaven for you!"

But the old man could not be moved. "You are my dearest friend on earth, Sahib Morse. Through all these years you have stood by me in sickness, in want - you have been sometimes my only friend. But even you cannot turn me from my desire to purchase eternal bliss...I must go to Delhi!"

Inside the hut Morse was seated in the very chair Rambhau had specially built for him - where on so many occasions he had read to him the Bible.

Rambhau left the room to return soon with a small but heavy English strongbox. "I have had this box for years," said he, "and I keep only one thing in it. Now I will tell you about it, Sahib Morse. I once had a son..."

"A son! Why, Rambhau, you have never before said a word about him!"

"No, Sahib, I couldn't." Even as he spoke the diver's eyes were moistened.

"Now I must tell you, for soon I will leave, and who knows whether I shall ever return? My son was a diver too. He was the best pearl diver on the coasts of India. He had the swiftest dive, the keenest eye, the strongest arm, the longest breath of any man who ever sought for pearls.

What joy he brought to me! Most pearls, as you know, have some defect or blemish only the expert can discern, but my boy always dreamed of finding the 'perfect' pearl - one beyond all that was ever found. One day he found it! But even when he saw it - he had been under water too long... That pearl cost him his life, for he died soon after."

The old pearl diver bowed his head. For a moment his whole body shook, but there was no sound. "All these years," he continued, "I have kept this pearl - but now I am going, not to return, and to you, my best friend - I am giving my pearl."

The old man worked the combination on the strongbox and drew from it a carefully wrapped package. Gently opening the cotton, he picked up a mammoth pearl and placed it in the hand of the missionary.

It was one of the largest pearls ever found off the coast of India, and glowed with a luster and brilliance never seen in cultured pearls. It would have brought a fabulous sum in any market.

For a moment the missionary was speechless and gazed with awe. "Rambhau! What a pearl!"

"That pearl, Sahib, is perfect," replied the Indian quietly. The missionary looked up quickly with a new thought: Was not this the very opportunity and occasion he had prayed for - to make Rambhau understand the value of Christ's sacrifice? So he said, designedly, "Rambhau, this is a wonderful pearl, an amazing pearl. Let me buy it. I would give you ten thousand dollars for it."

"Sahib! What do you mean?"

"Well, I will give you fifteen thousand dollars for it, or if it takes more - I will work for it."

"Sahib," said Rambhau, stiffening his whole body, "this pearl is beyond price. No man in all the world has money enough to pay what this pearl is worth to me. On the market a million dollars could not buy it. I will not sell it to you. You may only have it as a gift."

"No, Rambhau, I cannot accept that. As much as I want the pearl, I cannot accept it that way. Perhaps I am proud, but that is too easy. I must pay for it, or work for it..."

The old pearl-diver was stunned. "You don't understand at all, Sahib. Don't you see. My only son gave his life to get this pearl, and I wouldn't sell it for any money. Its worth is in the life-blood of my son. I cannot sell this - but I can give it to you. Just accept it in token of the love I bear you."

The missionary was choked, and for a moment could not speak. Then he gripped the hand of the old man. "Rambhau," he said in a low voice, "don't you see? My words are just what you have been saying to God all the time."

The diver looked long and searchingly at the missionary, and slowly, slowly he began to understand. "God is offering you salvation as a free gift," said the missionary. "It is so great and priceless that no man on earth can buy it. Millions of dollars are too little. No man on earth could earn it. His life would be millions of years too short. No man is good enough to deserve it. It cost God the life-blood of His only Son to make the entrance for you into heaven. In a million years, in a hundred pilgrimages, you could not earn that entrance. All you can do is to accept it as a token of God's love for you - a sinner.

"Rambhau, of course I will accept the pearl in deep humility, praying God that I may be worthy of your love. Rambhau, won't you accept God's great gift of heaven, too, in deep humility, knowing it cost Him the death of His Son to offer it to you?"

Great tears were now rolling down the cheeks of the old man. The veil was beginning to lift. "Sahib, I see it now. I have believed in the doctrine of Jesus for the last two years, but I could not believe that His salvation was free. Now I understand. Some things are too priceless to be bought or earned. Sahib, I will accept His salvation!"

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
John 3:16

I Said a Prayer For You Today

I said a prayer for you today,

And know God must have heard.

I felt the answer in my heart

Although He spoke no word.

I didn't ask for wealth or fame,

I knew you wouldn't mind.

I asked Him to send treasures

Of a far more lasting kind.

I asked that He'd be near you

At the start of each new day,

To grant you health and blessings

And friends to share your way.

I asked for happiness for you

In all things great and small,

But it was for His loving care

I prayed the most of all.

A Letter From God

 

As you got up I watched and hoped you would talk to me. Just a few words, such as thanking me for something good in your life yesterday or last week, would do.

But I noticed you were busy selecting the right clothes for work. I waited again to hear from you.

When you ran around the house collecting papers, I knew there would be a few minutes to stop and say hello, but you never slowed down.

I wanted to tell you that I could help you accomplish more than you ever dreamed possible if you would just spend some of each day with me.

At one point you waited fifteen minutes in a chair with nothing to do. I waited to hear from you. Then I saw you spring to your feet; I thought you wanted to talk to me, but you ran to the phone and called a friend.

I watched as off to work you went and waited patiently all day long to hear from you. With all your activities you were too busy to talk with me.

I noticed at lunch you looked around; maybe you just felt embarrassed to talk to me. You glanced three tables over and noticed some of your friends talking to me before they ate, but you wouldn't.

There was still more time left, and I hoped that we would talk. You went home and had many things to do. After they were done, you turned on the TV; just about anything goes there and you spend many hours watching. I waited as you continued watching TV and ate your meal but again you wouldn't talk to me.

At bedtime you were totally tired. After you said good night to your family you plopped into bed and fell asleep. I had so much wanted to be part of your day. We could have had so much fun and accomplished
so much together.

I love you so much that I wait everyday for a thought, prayer or thanks. Well, maybe tomorrow! I'll be waiting.

Your Friend,
God

The Three Trees

 

This is really good… A must read.

 

The Three Trees

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.

The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!"

The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it's way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!"

The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world."

Years passed.  The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall.

 

One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.

 

The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his ax, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" The first tree said.

 

The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his ax, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!"

 

The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me," he muttered. With a swoop of his ax, the third tree fell.

 

The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.

 

The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river. Instead she was taken to a little lake.

 

The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..."

 

Many, many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." her husband whispered.

 

The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.

 

One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered.

 

She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew she was carrying the king of heaven and earth.

 

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.

 

But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything.

 

It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

 

The next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.

Are You A Perfect Man?

 

I have just read a write-up in the website listing the criteria what women look for in a man.

Man ~ see below for the criteria and if you fall within, then you definitely have double the chance of getting a mate.

Ladies ~ need not to say. I know you’ll take this like the gospel truth ;p

 

1. 6-feet tall (gaaawwwsh!! got a long way to go)
2. Toned and athletic (if you say with a beer belly is toned and athletic, then I’m in)
3. Brown eyes (don’t even know my eyes colour)
4. Short dark hair (do you know grey hair is the new trend? define short! )
5. Smart dress sense (errr…)
6. Beer drinker (hell, yeah! Loads of them)
7. Non-smoker (I don’t smoke, just light it up and suck)
8. Wears smart jeans, shirt and a V-neck jumper (no comment, mommy decides what I wear)
9. Gets ready in 17 minutes (errr… does it include getting into shower and taking a dump?)
10. Stylish (does it include wrong combi of colors?)
11. Wants a family (no choice, born to one tho)
12. Earns £48,000 ($77,000) a year (gotto find myself another job)
13. Loves shopping (for?)
14. Eats meat (what meat? which part of the body?)
15. Clean shaven (omg)
16. Smooth chest (damn those hair)
17. Watches soaps (woooo… bubbly)
18. Enjoys watching football (like the cheerleaders)
19. Drives an Audi (long way to go… still driving a Perodua)
20. Educated to degree level (finally, at least 1)
21. Earns more than his other half (err… if you have the other half, then why the hell you are looking at this list? huh!?)
22. Jokes around and has a laugh (been associated with cuckoo fellas)
23. Sensitive when his wife/girlfriend is upset (sensitive also when they start hitting you too)
24. Says “I love you” only when he means it (yea… only when you want some action)
25. Admits it when he looks at other women (hell, NO!)
26. Has a driver’s license (does it include after many attempts, and after giving bribe?)
27. Can swim (can sink)
28. Can ride a bike (yea… riding behind as pillion rider)
29. Can change a tire (of course, send it to the tire shop)
30. Calls mom regularly (never call… mom always calls)
Via http://www.divinecaroline.com/24138/128457-meet-perfect#ixzz1wPWHNwko

p.s. ~ the comments in red are all mine only, and have no association  or resemblance with anyone in particular ;p

Come to think about it… if all ladies take this list and follow, then we’re gonna have loads of old people running around  hahaha  ;p

Your Angel

 

This is a  tribute to all mothers. I personally find this so meaningful and would like all children, no matter how old you are, either 10, 20, 30 or 40 years old, you are still a child to your Angel.

 

Your Angel

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God: "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

"But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy."  "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy."

"And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?"  "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"  "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."

"I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?"  "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."  "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly:
"Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."

"Your angel's name is of no importance, but you will call your angel this: Mommy."

Just Five More Minutes

 

The story below is so true. We always regret when something bad happened, and then when we look back, it was the 5 more minutes.

 

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.  "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.

"He's a fine looking boy" the man said. "That's my daughter on the bike in the white dress."  Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. "What do you say we go, Melissa?"

Melissa pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes."  The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. '"Time to go now?"

Again Melissa pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes."

The man smiled and said, "OK."

"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, "Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.

She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play."

Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?

Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today!

Three Men Cross a River

 

This is really funny… but I hope all my male friends wont come n whack da sh*t outta me  hahaha

One day, three men were hiking and unexpectedly came upon a large raging, violent river. They needed to get to the other side, but had no idea of how to do so.

 

The first man prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength to cross this river." Poof! God gave him big arms and strong legs, and he was able to swim across the river in about two hours, after almost drowning a couple of times.

 

Seeing this, the second man prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength .. and the tools to cross this river." Poof! God gave him a rowboat and he was able to row across the river in about an hour, after almost capsizing the boat a couple of times.

 

The third man had seen how this worked out for the other two, so he also prayed to God saying, "Please God, give me the strength and the tools .. and the intelligence ... to cross this river."

 

And Poof! God turned him into a woman. She looked at the map, hiked upstream a couple of hundred yards, then walked across the bridge.

 

* To all my bros, if u really wanna come n look 4 me after reading d above, then pls pray that God gives u strength, d tools n d intelligence 1st yea… kekeke

YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

It’s been a particularly tiring day today, after all that happened this 1+ week. Lost of things, police stations, police stations and police stations! Then lawyer’s office.

 

And, last nite I read an article sent thru one of my subscription “Why Can’t I Find God?” And I think God is trying to tell me a message from there.

 

And to my amazement, I received an email from a very senior man whom I respect very much, Mr. Chellappan. And though I know God always hears and answers my prayers, now I know that God is with me and he is speaking to me everyday, through many ways.

 

Please read the below excerpt sent by my friend:

 

YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

*Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on ground.* *The man slowly looked up.

**

**This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. **

**His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.. "Leave me alone," he growled..... **

To his amazement, the woman continued standing.

**She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "Are you hungry?" she asked. **

**"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president.. Now go away." **

**The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. **

**"What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone.

**

**Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.. *

*

**"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?" **

**The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"

**

**"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile." **

**"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything."* *" This is a good deal for you, Jack" the officer answered. "Don't blow it.."

**

**Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived...

**

**The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this, is this man in trouble?" **

**"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered. **

**"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business.." **

**Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place." **

**The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled....... "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?" **

**"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms." **

**"And do you make a godly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?" **

**"What business is that of yours?" **

**I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company." **

**"Oh." **

**The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference." She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?" **

**"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty." **

**"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"* *"Yes, maam. That would be very nice.." **

**The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer." **

**The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place,"

he said. **

**"That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."

**

She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.. "Jack, do you remember me?"

**

**Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."

**

**"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry." **

**"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.**

**"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat." **

**Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said.. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy." **

**"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble... Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right." **

"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said. **

**"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card.. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons...He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet... If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you." **

**There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he

said.*

*"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank God...... He led me to you." **

**Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways....

**

**"Thank you for all your help, officer," she said. **

**"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And..And thank you for the

coffee."*

*! **

God is going to shift things around for you today and let things work in your favor.

**If you believe, send it.

If you don't believe, delete it. **

**God closes doors no man can open & God opens doors no man can close.. ** **If you need God to open some doors for you...send this on.**

**Have a blessed day and remember to be a blessing...* *LIVE WELL, LOVE MUCH, LAUGH OFTEN*

Hope Our Hospital Staff Doesn't End Up Like Tis

I really hope that our hospital staff won't end up like this fella when our hospital opens in the future. It's gonna be a classic if it happens... I'll b d 1st to fly down there & congratulate him kekeke

Hospital regulations require a wheel chair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital.

After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator.

On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.

'I don't know,' he said.

'She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.

'

I Wanna Grow Old Like This ;p

This one is really good... i wanna grow old like this.. though it's kinda weird, but wat da heck. enjoy ur life.

Couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember ..

Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair. 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks.

'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?'

'Sure..'

'Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks.

'No, I can remember it..'

'Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so as not to forget it?' He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.'

'I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down?' she asks.

Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!'

Then he toddles into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, The old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.. She stares at the plate for a moment.

'Where's my toast ?'

What Goes Around, Comes Around

 

It has been a particularly busy day today, with loads of thing to clear on my table… plus with all the phone calls coming in from different people with various ‘problems’… and many emails to clear, read, respond to…  “gawsh… I was thinking to myself. What a start of a day” but one particular email that just came attracted my attention as the heading doesn’t seem to be the usual ones. It says “What Goes Around Comes Around”.

 

Though it’s an email which I think many would have received and read many times before, but it’s worth reading it again. It’ll definitely touch your heart.

 

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND...

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she looked worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'

Well, all she had was a flat tyre, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two.. Soon he was able to change the tyre. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps.

The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.

The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger.

Then she remembered Bryan .. After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.

The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.' Under the napkin were four more $100.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.

That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written.

How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'

There is an old saying... 'What goes around comes around.'

Today I send you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on.

Let this light shine.

God works in mysterious ways and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.

Don't delete it, don't return it...

Simply, pass this on to a friend, i just did...

Listen And You’ll Hear

 

Today, with the advancement of technology, and with the stress at work, home and life, and with all distracting things which are happening around us, we tend not to listen. And I do not mean listening with your ears, but with your HEART.

 

One of the hardest thing to do is learning to listen.

 

You will probably find it difficult to quiet your distracting thoughts enough to hear God's voice. One of the good way to begin hearing Him speak is through daily reading of the scriptures. It is an excellent way to listen -- and often the result is unexpected answers to some of your questions.

 

PRAY and your prayers will be answered. It doesn’t necessary come from words of God, but if we listen with our heart, you’ll know very well that God answers your prayers.

 

When you have found others who also believe in Jesus, join with them to pray. Hearing others express their hearts to the Lord is a great catalyst to the growth of your own faith. You will soon find yourself looking forward to those times together.

 

Most important of all, remember that prayer is continual conversation with the One you are learning to love and trust. Just looking up into the sky and smiling at Him or giving your own hand a squeeze -- as if holding the Lord's hand -- can bring you right back into the closeness you need with Him at that moment.

 

Pray and it’ll be answered. Listen and you’ll hear. Feel and you’ll be touched.

An Inspiring Story

I want to share a short story with all who visits my blog. Though I know they are not many, but I know by the little who has come here, I still want to share this story.

Notice the Beautiful Things

I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband unexpectedly died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students.

As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there.

With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, "Before class is over, I would like to share with all of you a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important.
Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment.

Perhaps this is God's way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day."

Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see - it could be a scent-perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.

Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the "stuff" of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time... it can all be taken away."

The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.

Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double-dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do.

The Pastor and his son

Something worth sharing

A good reminder of God's Love.

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'

His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?' 'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.' Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.' Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?' His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.' 'Thanks Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?'

With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?' Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face,

'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.

Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.

Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.'

I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder. When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!

The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.'

Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One. Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message. Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others.

Heaven is for His people! Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.

Please share this wonderful message...

'Faith is the affirmation and the act that bids eternal truth be present fact.' Coleridge

Just 3 Words Three things in life that, once gone, never come back

1. Time

2. Words

3. Opportunity

Three things in life that can destroy a person

1. Anger

2. Pride

3. Unforgiveness

Three things in life that you should never lose

1. Hope

2. Peace

3. Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable

1. Love

2. Family & Friends

3. Kindness

Three things in life that are never certain

1. Fortune

2. Success

3. Dreams

Three things that make a person

1. Commitment

2. Sincerity

3. Hard work

Three things that are truly constant

Father - Son - Holy Spirit

I ask the Lord to bless you, as I pray for you today; to guide you and protect you, as you go along your way.

God's love is always with you, God's promises are true.

And when you give God all your cares, you know God will see you through.

Pass this along to People you want God to Bless - I just did!

~~~***My God Reigns***~~~

Think & Ponder

Suppose as you were walking in a dense forest, you strayed off the path and lost your way. Night falls and it becomes dark and cold. You have no food or water. Danger lurks from forest animals. You frantically stumble ahead in the darkness, with no sense of direction. Fear gnaws at you: "I may never make it back to safety."

Just as all hope is fading, your frantic eyes see a dim light in the distance. Suddenly you realize, "Someone is searching for me!" The light grows brighter. It's coming your way. You call out, "Here I am!" The reply comes back: "Keep calling!" Moments later your rescuer appears in the unmistakable uniform of a forest ranger -- one who knows the deep woods and the way home. By the dim light, you study his kind and fatherly face. Steadily he leads you back. As the ranger delivers you to your doorstep, he says, "You're safe now." In sheer relief you respond in the only way you can -- with profound gratitude. "How can I ever repay you?" you ask, knowing no payment could ever suffice.

Should this have been your spiritual being, who will be the uniformed forest ranger be? Where will you find Him?

ima gonna b a b a monkey

I hv got so many things to write... but i think i wanna write 'bout this, cos ima gonna b a monkey soon... kekeke

When i was fetching 'u know who' back home (as usual, many times he din wanna drive his own car n just wanna tumpang.. *sigh) ... okay... okay... back to d fetching 'u know who' back home...hehehe

So on d way back, it was so blardy heavy rain. So we started chatting crap in d car, n he suddenly said about my flight to KT next Monday (alrite lar... I poor people only travel within d country, no $$$ to go oversea wan... but can fly hor. kekeke ;p)

Ai ya... always gotto detour n talk rubbish half way wan hor tis DK :p

This 'u know who' said that i shud get some bite in d airport b4 boarding n i just said 'ya ya'... then itu muka manyak tebal, he continue n said, bcos d flight is so short from KL to KT, they only serve juice n a small packet of peanut.

N mr. 'u know who' continued n said d last time he flew such a short distance, d person who sat beside him commented to d air stewardess "u ingat kita monyet kar", which I laugh quite loudly (n inside my mind i think 'yalor, tengok itu muka pun macam satu biji saja mar..hahaha')

But come 2 think 'bout it, ima gonna fly soon, n if they gonna serve juice n a small packet of peanut, then ima also gonna b d 'monyet' jugak... so i shut da fark up n din wanna comment further. Mana tau mr. 'u know who' knew wat i was thinking n said "u gonna b serve d same juice n peanut, so u gonna b monyet jugak" hahahaha.

Come 2 think about it, i shud ask d air stewardess d same question when im on d flight "lu ingat kita monyet kar" hahaha

How Do U Spend Ur 86,400

 

Just received an email from a friend, and after reading it, thought it’s worth sharing with my friends (*bet we’ve never thought we worth so much)

 

Interesting concept, and so true.........

Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:

Each morning your bank will deposit $86,400.00 in your private account
for your use.  However, this prize comes with rules just like any game has certain rules.

The first set of rules would be:

1.  The money that you do not spend during each day would be taken
away from you.
2. You may not simply transfer money into some other account.
3. You may only spend it.

Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400.00 for that day.

The second set of rules:

1. The bank can end the game without warning.  At any time it can say,
“It’s over, the game is over!”
2. It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.

 

What would you personally do?

You would buy anything and everything you wanted, right?

Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love and your
friends as well, right?

Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t possibly spend it
all on yourself, right?

You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right?

 

ACTUALLY, THIS GAME IS LIFE!!

Each of us is in possession of such a “magical” bank.

We just can’t seem to see it.

THE MAGICAL BANK IS TIME!

Each awakening morning we receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life,
and when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited
to us.

What we haven’t lived up to that day is forever lost.

Yesterday is forever gone.

Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your
account at any time…….

 

WITHOUT WARNING.

 

WELL, what would you do with your 86,400 seconds?

 Aren’t they worth so much more than the same amount in dollars?

 

Think about that, and always think of this:

 

Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think.

So take care of yourself, and enjoy life with your loved ones & friends as well!

Here’s wishing you a wonderful beautiful day!!!

It is easier to criticize, but DIFFICULT TO IMPROVE!

This is a good one I'v read. Hopefully all u people out there dont think what i read is crap... haha

"Once upon a time there was a painter who had just completed his course. He took 3 days and painted beautiful scenery. He wanted people's opinion about his caliber and painting skills.

He put his creation at a busy street-crossing. And just down below a board which read -"I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. Please put a cross wherever you see a mistake."

While he came back in the evening to collect his painting he was completely shattered to see that whole canvass was filled with Xs (crosses) and some people had even written their comments on the painting.

Disheartened and broken completely he ran to his master's place and burst into tears.

This young artist was breathing heavily and master heard him saying"I'm useless and if this is what I have learnt to paint I'm not worth becoming a painter. People have rejected me completely. I feel like dying"

Master smiled and suggested "My Son, I will prove that you are a great artist and have learnt flawless painting. Do as I say without questioning it. It WILL work."

Young artist reluctantly agreed and two days later early morning he presented a replica of his earlier painting to his master. Master took that gracefully and smiled.

"Come with me." master said.

They reached the same street-square early morning and displayed the same painting exactly at the same place. Now master took out another board which read -"Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. I have put a box with colors and brushes just below. Please do a favor. If you see a mistake, kindly pick up the brush and correct it."

Master and disciple walked back home.

They both visited the place same evening. Young painter was surprised to see that actually there was not a single correction done so far. Next day again they visited and found painting remained untouched. They say the painting was kept there for a month for no correction came in!

Moral of the story:

It is easier to criticize, but DIFFICULT TO IMPROVE!

So don't get carried away or judge yourself by someone else’s criticism and feel depressed...

JUDGE YOURSELF! YOU ARE YOUR BEST JUDGE!!!"

A Dilemma

 

I trust that up till today, this moment, this minute, every one of us would have been put or faced with situation where you do not wish or do not want to be in that position or even to be the person with that kind of authority, to decide and make a call and put in action certain thing that happened around you.

And I think most of you reading here will unconsciously nodding your heads hehehe 

But this is a real story which I have heard and I was dumbfounded when this friend of mine was willing to share this little secret of his life.

Ok, this is how it goes.

Imagine that you are at the stage of your career in an educational institution where you’ve been well recognised by the senior management of your company.  But one fine day, one of your senior directors came to tell you that:

SD: Hey, we hv got a situation here.

You: Umm-Hmmm. What is it?

SD: You see. One of our students, NAME, who is the son of the President of XXX (country).  But yesterday, he had invited one of his friends, a lady, for a drink in a pub.  And after the drink, they went up to the roof of the pub for a chat.

I think the boy was a bit of drunk, and started molesting the girl, and then sexually assaulted her.  Now the girl is in my office, crying and traumatised by the incident.

You: (Obviously shocked by the incident) What!? We gotto lodge a police report!

SD: No. You see. The boy is the son of the President of XXX (country). And we have a very good relationship with the country and also every year, they send lots of students here.  I want you to take charge of this case and “settle” this case.

 

This is the situation. What are you gonna do? There are 2 ways to handle this situation.

1) Take the girl to the nearest police station, and make a report against this boy.  And face the consequence of being sidelined by your senior management, and certainly there goes the prospect of your career.

2) Go into your SD’s office. Sit the girl down and convince her that she consented to what that had happened on the roof. And tell her that there is no chance of her winning the case since there is consent to that incident. And you will be highly regarded by the senior management of your company, and very quickly you’ll get promoted to a senior position with a fat pay cheque.

How would you handle this?

 

Damn… I’m getting old, man. Need people to help me decide on trivial matter like this. hahahahaha 

Some Random Crap

People used to tell me that since I’m a XXX graduate, I should be doing something that is related to what I’v been taught n not doing IT thing. Patching, updating, bla bla bla…

So when the opportunity comes, I jumped into it without much thinking. Now it’s been almost a yr since d day I jumped into this sea of highly educated people (but can’t think bcos they’v got no brain). It’s d day I decided to jump, but no body came to tell me “U jump, I jump” like what Leo told Kate…

Well, back to my crappy post here again. Hmmm… *scratching head. Where’d I stop? Oh! Ya. “U jump, I jump”, huh?

So what happen after almost a year here? *shake head My boss decided to take away my ‘decision making right’ but all matters gotto come to me for authority n decision. Ironic, isn’t it?

Then, he decided to take up more into his plate than the one he can swallow, n drag me along into his pile of crap too.

But, now that he has been relief of that pile of crap, people come telling me, or may b they assume that, my life here will b much easier since he will b taking back some of d load I’m carrying.

Hell, NO! Now he’s so damn f*****g free, he’s poking his nose of everything I do. And worse is he’s too free that he’s replying emails to all other people that I’m d person 2 do his work n his favorite line is, ‘I’ll hv d final vetting n will decide’

WTF!!! This is like U (man, intended) tell ur wifey, “There. Here’s my c*ck. U go f**k urself n I’ll see later whether to lump a load on U”

What an arsehole!

Just don’t feel like seeing that fella. Wat d hell!!!

Btw, I work 4 $$$. If U wan loyalty, go hire a f*****g DOG!