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| Monday, June 22, 2009 |
| What is love |
Leave it to kids to give us the answer: ________________________________ A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds: “What does love mean?”
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think…
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“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”
Rebecca - age 8
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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
Billy - age 4
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“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
Terri - age 4
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“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”
Danny - age 7
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“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”
Emily - age 8
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“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
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“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)
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“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”
Noelle - age 7
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“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”
Tommy - age 6
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“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”
Cindy - age 8
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“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”
Elaine - age 5
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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”
Chris - age 7
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“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
Mary Ann - age 4
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“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”
Lauren - age 4
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“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.”
Karen - age 7
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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”
Mark - age 6
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“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”
Jessica - age 8
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And the final one…
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said:
“Nothing. I just helped him cry.” Labels: love
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| Sunday, June 07, 2009 |
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“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”
- Rumi
I need a validation...
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| You're a bitch, you're a mother |
I work with an office full of women, and it has turned me into a sexist guy. The back stabbing, the bitching, the passive aggressiveness... I find solace to the fact that they will eliminate each other first and the last one standing will have my cum all over her face.
Thanks for nothing, fucking bitches!
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| Tuesday, April 14, 2009 |
| Susan Boyle |
For a coouple of days, I watched this video like dozens of time. Well it's about an old creepy lady trying out for Britain Got Talent show. Initially, people were laughing at her because of her crazy attitude and the not-for-TV look. I squirmed in my seat, thinking how horrible woould it be when this innocent old lady get slayed by nasty Piers and even nastier Simon Cowell. But the moment she opened her mouth, everone's jaw hit the floor. She has a beautiful angelic voice and a shomanship that would put current Disney's child prostitude-ish talents to shame. I agreed with what Amanda said after the performance. People are quick to judge others by being cynical without looking at what the person has to offer.
And I keep thinking, why does a 47 year old woman (she looks like she's in her 60's by the way) with such big talent keep her talent by herself all these years. If she even tried to breakout even in her 30's, she can be a respectable singer today. Then I remembered that not all people has the privilage to pursuit their dreams. There are other much important things than achieving your selfish personal ambition. Maybe she put her dreams on hold to raise her family or she has something important to do. Whatever it is, her time to shine has come.
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| Tuesday, March 10, 2009 |
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Its 2.13am and I'm still up in the office doing my shitty job. I just realize that I have the lowest income of all my friends and my life right now is a complete joke. I live paycheck for paycheck, and I don't own anything but my name. I hate to dream, because later when the equation is balanced in my head, I realize nothing will ever happen to me.
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| Sunday, March 01, 2009 |
| reunion |
Ever since Doyok's passing, I kept thinking about my old frat mates. I even dreamed about them several times, and later I woke up feeling depressed. Truth to be told, I missed my old boys. We are like one big gaggle of sweet assed baboon brotherhood. Only our asses are actually much much sweeter.
Anyways, I felt to talk to some of them, and turned out they were organizing a tahlil at Doyok's house, which also Nazri's house (he looks the same). After some arrangement, I went there with Muhazrol (aka Puom Kenaboi). About 40 of us turned up, some with spouses and children on tow. Each of us brought along food (well except me, coz I weren't told to bring any, and of course I'm too posh to bring anything, coz I travel light), so there were varieties of foods, from pizzas to KFCs to satays to cakes and stuff. Komeng (the clueless one) and Zaidi (the one who still couldn't pronounce Rs correctly) were the people in charge with the food stuff. So the some glitches were expected.
We sat down, reading our prayers for Doyok so he will be showered with God's blessing and love in the afterlife. I have to admit that it felt a little bit awkward not having him around. I kept seeing his face and somehow I kinda wish that he will arrive with his goofy smile, being kinda loud as usual. I kept forgetting that he's gone. Azrai lead the prayer. He's awesome like that. Somehow we unanimously and subconsciously appointed him as our leader.
After the prayers, we chatted and laughed while having the feast as if nothing has ever happened. I noticed that everyone was putting up a brave face and somehow avoided to talk about Doyok. Pet (aka the receding hairline guy), Cotek (aka the mouth) and Bear-wong (the hairy one) actually just arrived from Doyok's grave, and they told us that they met Doyok's parents. Nazri told me that some of Doyok's stuff is still in his room upstairs and told me to take a look at the room. I waved it away, not wanting to have a dramatic breakdown and shits.
There was Tompel, looking exactly the same as I last saw him at school. And Limje and his wife, still looking like a newly wed in their color coordinated get ups. Romai looked composed and quiet as always. Payit in the other hand looked like a statesman, and most probably will be one. Najib arrived a little bit late because he just finished his job at the site. Jeli, the one who married without no one knowing, looked like Jeli, only a little bit fatter. Speaking of fat, Majikan turned out to be the most chubbiest person there. I even pinched his cheeks. Mat Kacang brought along his famous kacang goreng, which brought along old memories. And there were some old girls I didn't get a chance to talk to. But there's no Doyok.
All in all, it was a bitter sweet reunion. I hope that the next meeting will not be at another funeral. Well, not at the nearest time at least.
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| Thursday, February 26, 2009 |
| Z |
This is what really happened.
Kepada member arwah Z yang aku rasa cam pernah terserempak masa tapisan keselamatan,
Aku antara bebudak Chambers yang ada ngan arwah during his last moments. In fact, i was one of the 3 people whom tried to revive arwah when he collapsed outside badminton hall. Bila aku baca blog korang, aku rasa nak share saat2 terakhir dan apa yang benar2 berlaku pada hari tu. Banyak sangat version cerita sampai tahap mengarut pun ader gak. So, sebagai org yang berada kat situ, aku nak berkongsi apa yg benar2 berlaku. In fact, i was only able to talk bout this after so many times i broke down on that fateful day.
Arwah Z memang suka main sukan. badminton was his last game. walaupun dia reserved and the team had already won, arwah requested nak main gak. So, he played single. Almost perfect game. Every tricks, drop yg dia buat, semuer nya almost 8.5 -9 out of 10. he wont 1st set. Muka kewl giler tapi bila kat luar court tercungap2. Kitorang stopped him from playing in 2nd set walaupun dia leading. Arwah dah nampak cam takder angin. Siap joking, "aku takder angin ler...nampak bintang!"
Kitorang suh dia duduk, kibas2kan angin guna towel n suh dia bukak kasut. Arwah joked lagi: "aku terasa cam pengantin laik, kena kipas2 camni". Lepas tu, bila tengok arwah dah ok sket, bleh berjalan, one of the seniors suruh arwah gi ambik fresh air kat luar. En Din gi temankan arwah.
Aku nya game tak start lagi, tengah jejalan tetiber nampak En Din (crawling on the floor) bukak pintu mintak tolong dia. Aku ingat ker suh tolong angkat barang ker apa...tengok2, nampak arwah Z dah terbaring atas pool of 100plus on the floor. Ingat ker dia kena asthma attack or fit! So, me n en din baringkan arwah betul2, regangkan kedua-dua jari2 arwah, bukak mulut so that he can breathe properly. Masa tu semuer org stopped playing and was outside the hall with us. Anas held arwah's head, looked at me n En Din saying that arwah wasnt breathing. At that moment, we just had to whatever we can. Revive arwah in whatever means we have. Aku tak terfikir langsung that u were almost gone at that moment. Aku cuma buat apa yang termampu untuk selamatkan arwah. Buat CPR.... anas buat kiraan, en din buat mouth to mouth CPR, aku tekan jantung arwah. Hanya Allah sahaja yang tau apa yg kitorang rasa masa tu... We never gave up on you, Z! We kept pumping air to you, 5-6 times. Calling out your name. To be with us no matter what.
Andy came with his car. Drove like madness to Selangor Medical Centre. Bila aku tengok arwah dah masukkan dalam keta, aku turned back and saw few girls started crying. Depa kata kaki arwah dah sejuk. Nampak lifeless. Then, reality hits me...I've lost arwah..I collapsed n broke down.
Bila sampai kat SMC, diorang kata docs tengah mencuba. Aku tak fikir apa2 hanya mampu berdoa dan hopefully miracle would happen. After few moments of waiting, it felt like a terrible nightmare happening slowly in front of my eyes. A team-mate ran towards me crying. The only words I heard before aku collapsed n broke down were: "He passed away..He didnt make it."
Hati aku cam dirobak2...aku ilang sorang ofis-mate, team-mate, junior officer yg aku selalu panggil "boss" sebab dia panggil aku camtu gak dan seorang kawan yang baik. Walaupun kitorang tak lepak sangat, tapi kitorang keje pagi petang sesama kat international affairs division. Tukus lumus layan tensen keje sesama.... Apa2 hal, i treated him like my own brother.
Pemergian arwah Z adalah suatu kehilangan yang kami semua rasai kat ofis ni. Hampir satu ofis pergi raub untuk pay our last respect to arwah. I was glad that i talked to your mom personally bout your last moments with us. How extremely grateful we are to have arwah Z as our officemate. And how determined we are to win that badminton tournament for you, Arwah Ahmad Zulkamal Shahrir. May you rest in peace, Al-Fatihah.
-Words in Memorial-
Norsharin Alias aka Ayin
Officemate, badminton team-mate n friend of Labels: friends, love, rip
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| Monday, February 23, 2009 |
| I'm not there |
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
On the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
My Spirit is still alive…
-- Hopi prayer Labels: love, rip
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“Count your smiles instead of your tears; Count your courage instead of your fears.”
~ Unknown
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
~ Maya Angelou
“The secret of Happiness is Freedom, and the secret of Freedom, Courage.”
~ Thucydides
“Everything becomes a little bit different as soon as it is spoken out loud”
~ Hermann Hesse
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