Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
"SAVE THE OLD FOLKS"
I'm kinda happy today. Probably because I'm here at my kampung and Mom's here and the weather is amazing.
It's sunny and windy. I just love it!
I just finished reading my friends' recent posts in their blog. I've read Pai's. Sakit gigi bha dia. I pity you. Don't know what else to say to you. It's not cool when your own body part is causing you so much pain. Right now, my right ear is killing me. I was having trouble sleeping last night. Thank God right now the pain is taking a holiday. Please do not come to work tonight.
I've also read Zuan's. *laughing out loud* I didn't know you have a hijab-ed girlfriend. How long has it been since I last met you? Wow, you like wholly covered girls now huh? Just kidding. Anyway, I really want to say "Your mom's cool". Oh and yeah, I do agree with Im. Your title is kinda overused. *laugh*
And I also have read some more others. Reading you guys' posts really made my day. *smile*
Keep on posting guys. I'd love to read it.
What's my story today? I guess nothing much. Right now I'm upstairs in my sister's room, alone. Just now my sister came in and tried to disturb me. As a result, she was kicked out from the room. I shooed her like she was a dog. *laughing out loud*
Well, she asked for it. She knew it very well that I don't like to be interupted when I'm focussing on doing something. Yet, she did it. Serve her right! No hard feeling okay Sis. It's all business.
Right now I'm trying to think what to write.
10 minutes had passed and I'm still clueless.
Gosh, this isn't taking me anywhere. I guess that's all for now.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Tomorrow I'll be going back to my hometown, Ranau. I've only been here (KK) for 4 days and my family is already calling, asking me to go back to Ranau as soon as possible.
Friday, November 20, 2009
"Hellloooo… Testing… Itu jak… Bye…"
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
God won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.
God won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.
God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.
God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.
God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.
God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.
God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.
God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.
God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.
God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.
God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.
God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.
God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.
God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yeah,” said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered: “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
“We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”
“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.”
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009