There you go.. the story...

LIFE IS GREAT

Maria came to me last night with the gloomiest face I’ve ever seen. With tears flowing down her beautiful face, she said “Pak Usu, why my life is like this?”

I asked her back “What’s bothering you?”

“Boys at school are so mean, they call me names. Plus there’s so many homework that I have to do, mum and dad are not home yet.” She murmured in between her sobbing.

Suddenly she screamed, “I hate my life!!”

Gently I hugged her and said "Be grateful to your life, life is great".

“No matter how much you think that your life could have been better, or your face should have been prettier, or your parents could be richer and more understanding. Wake up and realize that your life is much better than most of other people in this world. Having pimples, using old handphones or shoe brand, unpopular, does not mean it is end of the world.”

Pausing for a second, I continued “Most of other people are doing a lot worst than we are. Do you know that approximately 850 million people worldwide are malnourished. Worldwide, there were some 17.1 million refugees and displaced persons at the end of 2003. Largely as a result of wars, political turbulence, civil conflict and social unrest.”

Sometimes you don’t even have to look far away to realize how lucky you are. To have a house that is comfortable to live in, nice foods on the table, parents whom always love you, friends and teachers at school. There are a lot more good things that we always take for granted. We always look for something that we do not have. When what we should do is to look at all the things that we have.

“Be happy with what you have. Love your parents. Respect your teachers. Have fun with your friends. Don’t feel so bad if sometimes you do not get what you want, or the boy you like is not being nice to you, or your teachers are strict.
You are still young to worry too much. The most important, never hate yourself for what you are cause LIFE IS GREAT.”

“Thanks Pak Usu, I don’t hate my life anymore” she went back upstairs with smile on her face.


"To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance"
- Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

Life is good

I intent to write this as the article for my wife's school magazine

LIFE is GOOD

If by magic, someone young like you guys said that he or she will listen to only one thing from me and will keep it in the heart. I will say this "Be grateful to your life, life is great".

No matter how much you think that your life could have been better, or your face should be prettier, or your parents should be richer and more understanding. Keep in mind that your life is much better than most of other people in this world.

== Need to go.. will continue this.... Tungguuuu

Lighten up your morning

Sometimes there's something to lighten up your morning (especially this gloomy monday morning hehe). For this morning, for me it was the laughter of these two kinderkids in the LRT. Really cheer me up. They were teasing each other and giggling like mad in the midst of our gloomy faces. It was fun. No worries.

Surely you remember those days when it was all fun and play. There were no worries about paying the damm bills, facing your boss in the morning, rushing in the public transport, thinking about everything and worrying about everything else. Life was good man. It is still good now, just abit more stressful hehehe.

Thats the wonder of being kids. Nowadays, kids grew up too fast. By the time they start school. Fun and play kinda stop. Parents pressuring them to excel, tuition almost everynights, then the piano class, the internet, the Astro, the co-curiculum, the more and more..

Where have all the games gone?
Galah panjang
Main getah
Polis n tri (I think it should have been Police and sentri or something)
bicycle race
hide and seek
batu seremban
Cepe

We even played with the toadpoles for heaven sake hehe.. What a wonderful years...
For my kids ... I wish them to have fun as I had it.. Then thy'll appreciate more being a kid..

Don't let go of that kid in you...

Dear diary

Dear diary,,

Why do some start writing in their diary with "Dear Diary". Its like you are talking to your diary. Letting out everything in your heart to a piece of paper that seems to understand your feelings. Listening carefully with all that you want to say. Agreeing with all your points, comments, dislikes and likes. Only to accept but never reply back. What a listener. Can't get any better than that. And the best thing is, it never reveals your secret unless being forced by others.. most of the times its your fault not keeping it far enough from other hands reaching into it.

But soon enough you'll get bored with it. Not replying back when what you need is the them saying "Its ok honey, you'll be alright", "Its not your fault, shit happens" and other comforting sentences. you're filled with anger, not knowing what to do. hoping that you diary will eventually write itself the solutions that you are waiting for. "Honey, don't look back, leave him/her, they are unworthy people to be with you", "Go for it, slap the fuc*%$^g asshole..."," Next time, you'll get a better luck", "Put it down as Chelsea 3-2 to Liverpool, you'll win a fortune", hehehe.

(It would probably be a good storyline for a telemovie, Hero = Rosyam Nor, Heroin = Siti Sarah, The diary = APek Senario kuang kuang kuang)

What am I talking abot???

Is it hard to be kind now...??

While driving this morning, I saw a terrible act by our youngsters nowadays..

There was this guy with sight impaired condition (buta lah) who was trying to cross the road at a traffic light near Tmn Melati LRT. With courage he managed to cross the road all by himself but almost got hit by a passing MPV. The bad thing was, there were these two selfish, no-brainer kids in high school uniforms who were just a few metres away from that guy and they offered no help to the guy!!!

I mean what was that? I was short of tempelengi the kids...

Courtesy... in need to write something about that for them...

lesson in life

My wife was appointed to be the coordinating teacher for her school magazine. So, I asked her wheather I can contribute to the magazine. Naturally, she said yes knowing that there is a 90% chance I wouldn't be bale to pass her the article in time hehe...

So what do I want to write? My readers would be teenagers 13-16 years old. Half of them can read english article well, half of them can understand some of the words, and probably some wouldn't even understand a word. Hence, should I write in English or Malay?

Writing in Malay would be a challenge as I rarely write in Malay nowadays. Most of my writings are in English (altough the grammar, spelling, choice of words, the sentences may be crap).

So, not knowing what to write about, in what language it should be, how many words I can write, and wheather anyone would be interested to read it.... I should start now..

life goes on

I just moved to a new rented place this weekend. Bandar Sri Damansara. The APt is nice and all. But going back and forth to work is a bit of a hassle. Got used to being close enuf to workplace. Setapak is near to KLCC hehe.

Most of people in Dmanasara area will take the LRT from either Kelana Jaya or Bangsar, but I took a slightly different route. Drove all the way to Tmn Melati, park there and thake the LRT. Donno, maybe having lived in that are for quite sometime make me comfortable with the ways there. Feel like I can time myself better if I take that route.

Moving is tiring.. so if you wanna move, make sure that you don't do it often. Packing things, unpacking them, carrying heavy furnitures, finding the lorry to charter. If you have money, then hiring professional movers maybe the answer.

Went to Ikano Power Centre in Mutiara Damansara yesterday with the intention of buying the extension cable for the TV and the washing machine connection for the pipe. Budgeted around 20-30 RM.

Ended up with one I-Squezz leg massaging thingy by OSIM (comes with free eye massager) this and that tha cost us about RM1400... hehehe.. Guess we are bad at managing our money. Fortunately the I-squezz can be paid in instalment (18 months)..

When we arrived home, the cable is not really the one we looking for. The pipe connection doesnt fit, hehe.. SO I had to be a McGyver and use my pen-knife to make bigger holes for the connector. Managed it after bout two hours. And managed to ruined another pipe in the kitchen sink. What a day.. After all that I guess,, Life goes on..

"And this morning it rains like cats and dogs and snakes and chikens and horses..." what a way to start the day...

Watever....

Damm it man.. its been some time since I update anything in my blog,,
Not that nothing has happened or I haven't thought of anything to write..

Its more like I just don't have the damm urge to write anything.. For someone like me, I guess writing shoukd not be a career , hehehe.. I need that "BIG" urge to sit down and write.. once I have that then I'll write.. If not .. watever....

wish I have something this afternoon to write...