Selamat Berpuasa

The month of Ramadhan has arrived, and once again our Muslim brothers and sisters had began fasting in preparation of the Eid-ul-Fitr.

So, here is a wish to all my friends out there - Selamat Berpuasa.
May the God Almight blesses you and your loved ones.

Happy Valentine's Day, People !

Yup, it is the day of love today ... What have you planned with your loved ones ?

As for me, I wanted to bake my sygs a chocolate moist cake. So, last whole week, I was scouting on the internet for the perfect (read, easiest) recipe and I found one that is basically dump and pour. How hard can that be, right ?

So, on Sat, I went out to get the ingredients, though having fever, I continued on. Actually, I drove my mum and my sis to Taylor's University Lakeside Campus, to enquire about this course that my sis wants to enrol in. So, before reaching home, we stopped by at Carrefour to picked out the ingredients.

Later that night, as I find myself still capable of doing something, I started to bake the cake. Mixing and pouring it was easy, but it took kinda long to bake it, probably because my oven only has a maximum temperature of 250C where else the instruction said to bake it at 350C.

Still, I managed to bake it for almost an hour, made the chocolate topping, and voila, my cake is ready. Thank goodness I decided to bake it on Sat as I was totally incapable of doing anything on Sun.

So, that's my Valentine present to my to sygs... Hope they'll love the effort and love I put in. Hehehehe...

p/s: Wonder whose dumb idea was that, that says Valentine's Day is associate with Christianity ? Hello ? Catholics never celebrate this day as a Feast Day, whatsoever. Please don't simple say things when you wouldn't even know the background of it. And teach your children that everyday should be a Valentine Day, by showing love and affection to your parents... Valentine is not only for your bf or gf, k.

Is Marriage Just A Piece Of Paper Or Is It Still A Sacred Vow Between Two Person ?

Well, the reason I asked this question was I came across some pictures on FB. Disturbing pictures, I would say. I may not be extremely close to this relative of mine, but we are family after all. And I kinda recall his lovely wife, and they have been married for quite some time. In fact, the eldest child must be around 10 years or so.

But I saw that the lady in the photo was slightly different. And I began to wonder, did my memory failed me ? Was this how the wife looks like, coz she doesnt seem any older than me, where else the gap between me and this relative of mine is 10 years. Somehow or rather, I assumed the wife should look more matured (not kiddo look). So I try and search for other photos and my suspicions came true. The intimate photo that I saw earlier differs from the wife that I remembered.

Is marriage this fragile ? 10 years of marriage could go down in drain if one is not careful. And I think the one that suffers most will be the children. Oh why is this happening ?Why happen to the vow "I'll always love you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health... "

Oh God, I asked for your grace, to enable me to love my syg more and more each day, to hold sacred our marriage vows together, and to build our family life on top of You, for You alone, is our Strength and Joy. Amen.

Breakfast At McDonald

This is a story which never fails to give me goose bumps and tears in my eyes, no matter how many times I read it. And it gives me hope that God is there, listening to each of our prayer, answering our prayers in His time. And there are angels surrounding us, not the ones that flutters, but real people, who stood by us no matter us, who supported us, who laughed with us, cry with us - these are normal people, but yet, they are God's angel for God send them to watch over us...


I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.

Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.' The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling'. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.

He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching..

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.

I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted..

He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.

I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.

I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand..

He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.'

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.'

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope..'

We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers.

That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?'

I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.

She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son,the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.

I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to

LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE

Peace And Unity

Malaysians are generally peaceful and united.

I am talking about us - the normal people, who goes about working and earning our daily wages, unlike those who think they were so "high" above, who doesn't need to work much, who think that they are looking after the welfare of their people.

Awa, a good friend of mine during our study years, in her posting today - "Sayang, Kau Bukan Orang Asing", reminds me of this little fact that most Malaysians, be it Malay, Chinese, Indian, Iban, Kadazan, Murut, Melanau, etc do not share the same sentiments of Bukit Bendera MP. We are GOD's highest creation - one with mind and soul. Therefore, it is only right that we behave like one and that means respect for God and for one another.

Awa, I love you lots...

I Love You - Syg, My Family, My Friends

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

'I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.'

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, 'she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear about our meeting'. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said.

'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.

'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to do anything for her.

Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.'

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU!' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.'

Here's hoping today is better than yesterday...

Outstation ... Again ....

Yup... Syg going outstation again. To Labuan this time.

Fetch him to the airport this morn since no driver came and pick him up. Tu pun nasib baik sia kemas baju-baju dia semalam oh, lepas balik dari JB. Kalu dia tia check tiket this morn, miss flight mungkin suda tu. Ek expect the flight to be 1845 ETD, tau-tau is 0900 ETD.

So, I will be alone sampai hari empat ni ... Kecian oh ....

I miss my syg suda ...