Dear Friends (Forwarded Message)

--Single--
To My Friends Who Are...........SINGLE
給我單身朋友們

Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But
愛就像一隻蝴蝶。越要追牠，卻越要逃避。

if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can
如果就隨牠自由的飛，牠會在你最不注意時飛向你。

make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when you give it
愛使人快樂，卻常傷害人。但只有在你把愛給了一個真正值得付出的人時，是最珍貴的。

to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best.
所以，花點時間去選擇最好的他/她吧



--Not So Single--
To My Friends Who Are............NOT SO SINGLE
給我那不是單身的朋友們

Love isn't about becoming somebody else's 'perfect person.' It's about
愛不能使他/她成為一個'完美的人'

finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.
它卻可以使你找到一個幫你成長的他/她



--PLAYBOY / GIRL--
To My Friends Who Are............PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE
給我玩世不恭的朋友們

Never say 'I love you' if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they
如果你不在乎，不要說'我愛你'。如果他們不在時，不要討論自已的感受

aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look
不要涉足會使他人心碎的生活。

in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is
說謊時，不要看著眼睛。

to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works
最殘忍的事莫過於男人讓女人愛他，卻是逢場作戲。反之亦然…

both ways...



--Heartbroken--
To My Friends Who Are............HEARTBROKEN
給我心碎的朋友們

Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to
心碎的時間和傷害的深度，完全取決於你自已。

go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.
難的是，如何從中學習，而不是從傷痛中爬起。



--Naive--
To My Friends Who Are............NAIVE
給我所有天真的朋友們

How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too
要如何戀愛？--就愛吧。不要欲言又止；要互相協調，不要太固執；

persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand,
要分享，且千萬不要有不公平；要了解，別命令；

and get hurt but never keep the pain.
受傷後不要再記恨。



--Possessive--
To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE
給我積極的朋友們

It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but
看到你所愛的他/她和其他人很快樂使你心碎

it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.
但知道你所愛的他/她是和你在一起不快樂，令人更加的傷心。



--Afraid to Confess--
To My Friends Who Are............AFRAID TO CONFESS
給我害怕去承認的朋友們

Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when
當你和他/她分手時，愛受到傷害

someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you
當他/她和你分手時，更是傷痛

love has no idea how you feel.
但傷害最深的是你所愛的他/她完全無法了解你的感受



--Still Holding On--
To My Friends Who Are............STILL HOLDING ON
給我那還在等待的朋友們

A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to
人生最傷心的事，是你和他/她愛情長跑了多年，最後的結局卻不如所望。

find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on
someone who wasn't worth it. If he isn't worth it now he's not
'如果他/她現在讓你覺得不值得付出，那麼一年，甚至十年後，都不會值得付出的。

going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. Let go.....
讓他/她走吧


----TO ALL MY FRIENDS----
給我所有的朋友們
My wish for you is a man/women whose love is honest, strong, mature,

我竭誠祝福你們愛著一個誠實、強壯、成熟、衷心、有衝勁、保護你、積極、值得付出和無私的他/她。
never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish.

Happy New Year 2010

Happy New Year 2010 people !!
Hehehe…

Sorry la.. so long didn’t update my blog... well... I’m updating now right ??? hehehe…

So today is the day where 2009 ends huh ?? how time flies eh ??
Well… I think we enjoyed till the end of 2009 right ?? =D
Hopefully u all did… as I did enjoyed… Boon Kiat asked me a few questions… such as…
Wat is the thing that u r proud of in 2009 ?
Wat is the thing that u r very happy of in 2009 ?
Wat is the thing that u r regretting of in 2009 ?

And more… hahaha… and the only thing I can think of is President of KCBA DYC 14 is the most PROUD and HAPPY thing happened in 2009…
Of course we should only remember the happy things instead of sad things right ??
Hmmm… hopefully I don’t sound like im action-ing ?? =P but just to share my feelings…

I seriously hope that everyone and each of the committees who attended the CAMP enjoyed till it lasted and will come back the following years…
We Committees of the KCBA DYC 14 had did our best to maintain and provide the comfort-ness and happiness through the CAMP and would hope to set an example for the participants to behave properly ? =P
Hahaha… but serious we hope u all who came ENJOYED yourself lo… =D

Well… this December really is something… hahaha… why ? because in 2 weeks time.. I watched 4 movies… 3 movies with KCBA people while 1 movies with friends… =D
Let me rate them from my point of view… the top is the preferable one… =D

1. Avatar
2. Alvin and the Chipmunks 2
3. The Treasure Hunter (Jay Chou)
4. Sherlock Holmes

Avatar is good.. Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 is good too while The Treasure Hunter by Jay Chou… I can say that Jay Chou have improved in his acting.. *give him a CLAPS*
Good Job Jay ! Keep up the good work wei !!

Sherlock Holmes… hmmm… maybe im too tired, so I didn’t enjoy most of the show…
The only things I like about the show is that... Holmes actually planned how to fight someone and arrange every blows with effect and would know mental and physical suffering for how long.. =D
--u might confused with wat I said… but once u watched that movie… u’ll understand… =D

Okay … I think I talked too much… signing off here…

Happy New Year 2010 to everyone
Selamat Tahun Baru 2010 kepada Semua orang
Xin Nian Kuai Le 2010 !! =D

*going Genting with family to countdown… Weee…*

Do not hold offences or it will change many people's life (From:- Leo)

Subject:
A story worth reading and taken as example in life.. dont lose the moments in life just because of a small quarrel..

This is long but worth reading and is a true story.. you may have received it.. but it is worth to be reminded of it again.

WHAT GRUDGES CAN DO....

This is for all the single, married, divorced, separated, widowed individuals, who take life for granted. Please I BEG YOU, read this story until the end, it is such an opener. You will never know………………!

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.

Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets.

Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.

For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure.

Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it."

There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.

As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night.

I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him:
"What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.

That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out.

Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call.

I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.

Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day?

At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab.

At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house.

Maybe he really intends to leave me for good.. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital."

I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My God, how could this happen?

Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside.

As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her... I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother..

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in.

I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death.

I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me:
Following mother's death so did our love for each other...

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.

I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.

As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.
After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.

Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever.

We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him..

From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.

He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh.

He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital.

Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.

Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.

Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.

Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion....

Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."

From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me:

"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face....

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.".........


P.S: For all the people out there, please do not screw things up because of your ego or you might lose someone for a life time and regret it

Yesterday NIGHT

Yesterday NIGHT i had a big fight...

Was about to SLEEP but i saw.....

>-------1 hour earlier-------<

when i was taking a shower....

when i finished my bath....

i saw... i saw... i saw.......

LIPAN !!!!! (centipede??)

it was big... long... and a lot a lot a lot of LEGS !!!!!

and most importantly... it is BLACK in COLOUR !!!!!!! (must be very poisonous)

i take out my trusty old tissue carrier... those in toilet one... cover ur tissue from water one.. i scoop up the LIPAN... and it was a hell of fight...

the LIPAN tried to escape... i just finished my bath... so i pitied the LIPAN and let the LIPAN survive... the LIPAN was out of breath.. the LIPAN stopped moving....

and from that moment.. i assumed it was dead.. and i scoop the LIPAN up... and it starts moving again... like nobody's business....

so i shouted to my sister to get me a plastic bag... i put the LIPAN in the plastic bag and throw it outside my house... on the road side but unfortunately.. it fell to the longkang... =P

when everything cool down... i management to tug in my warm comfy bed... about to close my eyes....

<-------1 hour later------->
(the timing is a fake one) =P


my brother went in to take his bath and he shouted shit.. was is that !!
he didnt wear his spec.. so he cant see well and his eyes was in pain because dunno why itchy and he scratch it.. so he was not sure but he acknowledge the powerful LIPAN...

so i ran to his assistance and remember it must be same LIPAN or it was just the LIPAN's Girlfriend or Boyfriend.. =P

my brother insisted on splashing the LIPAN with water and push the LIPAN back to the toilet floor hole.. the one the water should drain away.... but i stop him... wanting to catch it and let it go... (no killing) but i got a feeling it might danger the others.. i dunno wat to do but insisted on letting it go...

well.. me and my brother was discussing and lose track of it... sweat.... my brother wants to splash it away but i stop him.. so it manage to ran away.. since no choice d, we spend quite some time to splash water on the door to see the LIPAN will drop out or not.. because we lost track of it when the LIPAN reaches the door...

my brother gave up.. he went to my elder brother's room to shower.. i then tried to stay awake... and keep looking at the toilet door and as well as the nearby
Closet...

Manatau... the LIPAN really came out.. through the another end of the Closet.. sweat.. we lost track of it and the LIPAN manage to run away to the other end of the Closet.. amazing !

luckily i asked my sister not to play computer d.. if not i might miss it again... and my sister will be in DANGER... =P (kononnya)

well.. then i remember my brother got keep the limited edition tins for the Alcohol drinks.. those have to add water one... clubbing type drinks.. well.. my brother keep the tins...

i took up the tins and catch the LIPAN and showed my brother.. hahaha.. he scolded me.. celaka everytime use my tin... (i used the tins to catch cockroach before, catch butterfly-looking with spider legs.. dunno wat is it but it looks like the Spider have sex with the Butterfly.. and that's their new baby or something..)

so at the end.. my brother ask me to throw to the forest... i saw a guard sitting there.. he asked me is it a BLACK or RED LIPAN !! i said it is a BLACK one... and throw the LIPAN to the forest.. but the FOREST le... got people cucuk tanam there one.. sweat.. hope the LIPAN pandai pandai run away lo.. hopefully the Cucuk Tanam guy didnt kena anything la.. while the LIPAN.. second chance to live run away.. as far as possible la !!

the guard was stunned.. because i said it is a BLACK LIPAN and ask me should throw on the floor and KASI DIA MATI !!!!

but i said.. it's tooooo lateeee..... i throw d... then i went in my house....

sleep..

once again.. the day is SAVED.. thanks to....

The Powerpuff Girls....

zZzzZZZZzzZzZzZZZZzzzz

Welcome to the 21st Club ? -->Benn Kitt<-- will say this.. =D

wow.. how time flies... damn damn fast..

well.. it is sure nice when u get to meet up with people around u singing the once in a year song for u... but of course we sang it for some times for others too right ??

but u get to listen to it with ur NAME on it.. that's a different song right ??

hehehe.. well.. i'm damn happy with all the celebration... it suppose to be a very very big party at each people's house and a BUFFET system...

but wat i did was good enough and i had fun too.. i hoped my gangs had fun too..

it was all a small small party.. well.. i think i didnt offended the Fortune Teller ??
"Feng Shui Po (girl)"

hehehe... This Feng Shui Po once at my Grandma's house rearranging the house because my last uncle was sick... she saw me and said to me that i cannot do a BIG birthday party when 21st.....

that's why i do it another way.. hahaha.. i do it all small party.. hahaha
it was a good response i think.. well.. i had fun.. that's the most important right ??

hehehe.. well... the differences and similiarities that each and everyone had have given us the opportunity to come and stay and gathered for the past 20years... and this is the opportunity to thank everyone.. that thanks to them.. we ARE what we ARE today....

This celebration had bring closer everyone and i meant everyone not just by a bit.. but a huge step for mankind and womankind.. =D as we become a better person everyday...

hahaha... the more i talk the more i crap eh ?? out of topic d... well.. this is wat i want to say......

Thank you everyone for being DIFFERENT and being SIMILAR for some reason that make me WHO i AM today !! without u guys.. im nothing but a PERSON !

Thank you...

Love you guys...

Take care !!!

Selamat Hari Raya and Selamat Deepavali

Salam Sejahtera saya ucapkan kepada pembaca-pembaca sekalian…

Sebelum saya mulakan blog saya, saya ingin memohon maaf kepada para pembaca sekalian yang hadir hari ini kerana sudah lama saya menghilangkan diri dengan pelbagai-bagai alasan menanti para pembaca…

Tetapi, saya endahkan alasan-alasan tersebut supaya para pembaca dapat mengelakkan diri daripada membazir masa membaca alasan-alasan yang sepatutnya terpapar di sini…

Para pembaca sepatutnya mengucapkan Terima Kasih kepada saya kerana saya begitu memikirkan kamu, dari segi kebaikan iaitu masa, penglihatan kamu dan masa kamu yang sekian penting-penting belaka…

Dengan itu, secara hormatnya, saya mengucapkan berjuta-juta Maaf kepada para pembaca sekalian kerana saya telah cuba sedaya upaya saya yang boleh untuk mengurangkan pembaziran masa yang sekian penting untuk para pembaca tetapi saya masih dalam kegagalan…

Pembaziran masa itu telah pun bermula dan saya mengakui kalah atas perbuatan saya ni yang tidak cukup eficient ni telah menyebabkan para pembaca terbazir masa yang cukup penting dalam kehidupan…

Berdirinya saya di sini adalah hanya untuk mengucapkan berjuta-juta Maaf kepada para pembaca kerana saya telah menghilangkan diri sekian lama…

Ini adalah kerana…… Untuk mengelakkan para pembaca daripada membazir banyak masa lagi… saya mengucapkan ribuan terima kasih kepada para pembaca yang sudi membenarkan saya untuk bertutur sepatah dua kata di sini…

Sekian, Terima Kasih

Globalization~~ Wah Hao Ar~

Subject: GLOBALIZATION

Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer: Princess Diana's death.

Question: How come?

Answer: An English princess with an

Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a

French tunnel, driving a

German car with a

Dutch engine, driven by a

Belgian who was drunk on

Scottish whisky: followed closely by

Italian Paparazzis on

Japanese motorcycles; treated by an

American doctor, using

Brazilian medicines.

And moreover this is sent to you by an

Indian, using

American

(Bill Gates's) technology, and you're probably reading this on your computer, using

Taiwanese chips, and a

Korean monitor, assembled by

Bangladeshi workers in a

Singapore plant, transported by

Pakistan lorry-drivers, hijacked by

Indonesians, unloaded by

Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by

Mexican illegals..... Read by us, a Malaysian.

...This is ----> "" Globalization ""