Our Love..

Yesterday was awesome....
Words can't describe how yesterday was....


Dear Lisa, 
I had a great time with her yesterday, we wished that the moment would never end, but you know what they say, nothing last forever. How nice it is if you could have join us, be with us and get crazy with us.....but no matter how much i wish for that to happen, there's not a single force in the world that could bring you back.. I hope your okay there and i pray the best for you.
I waited for my angle to decent from above, i waited long but it was worthed. She approached me with her angelic face and goddess figure. I was dumbfounded, stunt and completely starstrucked. It takes more than words to describe how my gorgeous Sara was, that lovely morning. The veils of the morning and the illuminating rays of sunlight just can't deny the beauty of her mesmerising wonder. Her beauty is my addiction and i can never get enough of this girl of mine.
She got her owned taste of fashion which impressed me because she kept herself naturally updated. It got me pondering that will there be any other girl in this world like her? I realised that everything i ever needed was catered to me by my one and only girl. She's everything inside of me that i wish i could be; she said all the right words at exactly the right time and she knows best on how to please me in a way that no one can.
We watched 'Hantu Kak Limah Balik Rumah'- Another Malaysian movie directed by Mamat Khalid with the genre of thriller and comedy. I find it hard to concentrate on that movie because her face seems to be so heart-warming and was the only thing i ever want to look at. I was telling myself that if possible, i don't even want to blink just so i can gaze at your face without missing a thing. 
She was a bit jumpy and scared when the scary parts came out and it made more and more in love with her as it portrays her untouched feminism and the soft and loving instinct of hers. The movie was awesome but she was out of this world. Her voice was music to my ears and lullaby to my dreams; so soft that it could melt my heart that easily; so tempting that it made me just want to hold her tight and never let go. 
We got out and take some photos, it was wacky and all but still nice....
That was how it went Lisa....

I love you my SARA ....

Recovering

It's been 3 days since your gone but i'll live for now. It was kind of hard to loose you but i realised that there's nothing i could do about it. If it is time, then there's nothing in this world can stop it from happening. No matter how much i hated it, i just have to let you go. I can't do much but i'll pray for you and give as much Al-Fatihah to you as i possibly can.

Though i still think of you, dream of you and feel you......guess i just really really miss you. But i have to move on now, the world ain't going to wait for me. You didn't get to live your life here but i sure pray the very best for you up there. Don't worry Lisa, i don't have any vengeance on you, I forgave you a long time ago.

You know what they say, things happen for a reason .......and as for me, i learned a lot. Lisa, your lost taught me a lot; It reminds me that we don't stay here forever so we might as well prepare; It taught me to love and let go, to lost someone you love and also made me grow up and braces for what the world had prepared for me.
Sooner or later, i'll join you there, just wait for me. .

How nice.

When we were small, we all wanted to grow up and show that we are mature enough to cope with challenges: big enough to deal with everyday  obstacle and even hating the age of toddlers because we thought that being an adult is everything.
But how blinded we were, that we did not realise that childhood is the best stage of life. Everyone would sacrifice for you and you couldn't care less about others. But like it or not, we will grow older because growing older is a mandatory but growing up is an option! If i laze on bed and burrowed my head into the pillow for a whole year, i would still grow older but i definitely won't grow up that way.
But still, I don't want to grow up! I just don't, I regretted the time i pretended to be cool just to be in relationship: the time where i worked hard to earn money so that i can buy ice cream and even the time where i told my mom that i don't need her helping hand anymore.
How nice it would it be if i could pick up where i left before and enjoy the good old times with the people i love. With my beloved Tok ayah who had gone when i was 11, my beloved Tok sat who use to always take me fishing even though i didn't like it and my beloved mak tok who always cuddle me and carried me around the house. I miss them .
I want to watch Cow and chicken, Samurai Jack, Scooby doo, Grim Adventure of bily and mandy, Courage the cowardly dog and I am weasel! If only i could have one more time to spend with them, just one more moment to cherish with, just one more glimpse of their loving face..
At this stage of age, i felt so vain and empty just like an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere; like a gargantuan clam or oyster without its delicate pearl. At this time around, we're just happy to be found, to be heard and to be realised by others around us.

This one is funny! haha

Check out a very funny sign about a delivery services from a company in Ohio, U.S.

Our Customer Service Policy

We offer service three ways:

• Good
• Fast
• Cheap
  

You can have any two of the three:

• If you want it quick and cheap, it won't be good.

• If you want it quick and good, it won't be cheap.

•   If you want it cheap and good, it won't be quick.

 

I will always try to be ugly..

In memories of Ugly....

This was the saddest thing that ever happened to me this year...

Living in an apartment resident had me living in a diverse culture with peoples from all walk of lives. But one thing for sure, everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail has long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If ever someone picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. “I must be hurting him terribly,” I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear.

Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.

It was time to give my all to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be like Ugly. 

Know where your going..

I stood there in amazement and watches the medium-sized boat sails closer to the dock where i'm standing. The brush-out green colour boat looked as if it has been around for quite sometime. I stared at them blankly and listens to their colloquial conversations. Then, a tall, Canadian tourist was standing next to me and was amazed with the fishermen catch for the day.

The tourist complimented the local fishermen

on the quality of their fish and asked

how long it took them to catch the fish.

"Not very long." they answered in unison.

"Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?"

The fishermen explained that their small catches were

sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.

"But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children,

and take siestas with our wives.

In the evenings, we go into the village to see our friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs.،،

We have a full life."

The tourist interrupted, and said:

"I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you!

You should start by fishing longer every day.

You can then sell the extra fish you catch.

With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

"And after that?"

"With the extra money from the larger boat,

you can buy a second one and a third one

and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers.

Instead of selling your fish to a middle man,

you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants

and maybe even open your own plant.

You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! !

From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

"How long would that take?"

"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years." replied the tourist.

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting, " answered the tourist, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the fishermen.

"After that you'll be able to retire,

live in a tiny village near the coast,

sleep late, play with your children,

catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife

and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

"With all due respect sir, but that's exactly what we are doing now. So what's the point wasting twenty-five years?" asked the Fishermen.

The guy froze and i smiled looking at them. How that short conversation really mean something to me. Guess you should know where you're going in life...you may already be there!!