Sometimes I wonder,why do people die?? I know that someday everyone of us will leave this world...It saddens me to hear of deaths..be it people that I know of or just anyone I have come across of their passing on the papers..
I often wonder what were they thinking while taking their last breath in this world and how they would have felt leaving everything behind,they loved ones,friends or even their life they have endured for years.
I am very much disturbed by the thought of people dying...
I guess someday when I am about to leave this world, I would find my answers to my thoughts.
Only remains would be fond memories...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Three
We lived under one roof for 3 years and we went 3 separate ways after 3 wonderful years and the 3 of us met for a fantastic time after planning this vacation for ages.We finally made it Langkawi Island...the awesome 3, Kitty Kat, Kuman and I.
It felt like the reminscences of the 3 years we spent together, and how much we have grown, how we have turned to 3 young ladies...(we met when we were hardly 20)
These are my friends,my confidants that I will cherish forever.
Ladies thanks for the wunderbare time.
It felt like the reminscences of the 3 years we spent together, and how much we have grown, how we have turned to 3 young ladies...(we met when we were hardly 20)
These are my friends,my confidants that I will cherish forever.
Ladies thanks for the wunderbare time.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Diamond and Pearls
One of my favourites...
YOU'RE FAR MORE PRECIOUS THAN DIAMONDS AND PEARLS
"If memory serves me correctly, I was wearing a little white tank top and a short black skirt. I had been raised Orthodox Muslim, so I had never before worn such revealing clothing while in my father's presence. When we finally arrived, the chauffer escorted my younger sister, Laila, and me up to my father's suite.As usual, he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us. We exchanged many hugs and kisses as we could possibly give in one day.
My father took a good look at us. Then he sat me down on his lap and said something that I will never forget.He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Hana, everything that God made valuable in the world is covered and hard to get to. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground covered and protected. Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean covered up and protected in a beautiful shell. Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock. You've got to work hard to get to them."
He looked at me with serious eyes. "Your body is sacred. You're far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too."
Source: "More Than A Hero: Muhammad Ali's Life Lessons Through His Daughter's Eyes."
YOU'RE FAR MORE PRECIOUS THAN DIAMONDS AND PEARLS
"If memory serves me correctly, I was wearing a little white tank top and a short black skirt. I had been raised Orthodox Muslim, so I had never before worn such revealing clothing while in my father's presence. When we finally arrived, the chauffer escorted my younger sister, Laila, and me up to my father's suite.As usual, he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us. We exchanged many hugs and kisses as we could possibly give in one day.
My father took a good look at us. Then he sat me down on his lap and said something that I will never forget.He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Hana, everything that God made valuable in the world is covered and hard to get to. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground covered and protected. Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean covered up and protected in a beautiful shell. Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock. You've got to work hard to get to them."
He looked at me with serious eyes. "Your body is sacred. You're far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too."
Source: "More Than A Hero: Muhammad Ali's Life Lessons Through His Daughter's Eyes."
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Shopping as A Therapy
Whatever the reason, shopping was a real motivator, a moral booster and has lifted my spirits today.
After going through a painful mishap, it felt awesome getting out there doing what I do best.
I can't deny it was difficult walking around with a half bruised face and a swollen wrist with stitches on, and annoyingly weird and curious gazes I received from my fellow shoppers.
I, for once didn't care what they world saw or thought, I thank God I am still here and am able to go out and that I have a supportive beau* by my side.
It felt relieving to walk pass the chain of stores, to walk in a certain store, to try on a garment or shoe of my taste and especially to purchase that certain item. Simply splendid!!!!
It was certainly a soothing therapy for me.
My heartfelt satisfaction not only with my merchandise but with the fact I was out of the sick house(a nicer word for hospital) and better still, strolling the shopping mall with my beau*.
My most sincere gratitude to my beau* JF for being extremely patient with me during my hurting shopping spree.
That explains why women are so gifted that we are able to shop though we go through various situations, be it smooth or rough, rain or shine, we are ever ready to shop.
That infinite pleasure we get....
After going through a painful mishap, it felt awesome getting out there doing what I do best.
I can't deny it was difficult walking around with a half bruised face and a swollen wrist with stitches on, and annoyingly weird and curious gazes I received from my fellow shoppers.
I, for once didn't care what they world saw or thought, I thank God I am still here and am able to go out and that I have a supportive beau* by my side.
It felt relieving to walk pass the chain of stores, to walk in a certain store, to try on a garment or shoe of my taste and especially to purchase that certain item. Simply splendid!!!!
It was certainly a soothing therapy for me.
My heartfelt satisfaction not only with my merchandise but with the fact I was out of the sick house(a nicer word for hospital) and better still, strolling the shopping mall with my beau*.
My most sincere gratitude to my beau* JF for being extremely patient with me during my hurting shopping spree.
That explains why women are so gifted that we are able to shop though we go through various situations, be it smooth or rough, rain or shine, we are ever ready to shop.
That infinite pleasure we get....
Friday, November 2, 2007
Remembering Duke
Our dear Duke passed away on the 16th October 2007.
He was 7 years, 11 months and 25 days of age.
In dog years he's about 55+ .
His death is a great lost to us.
He was a lovable dog.
He was faithful and he honoured us.
Being with him felt like "the sunshine after the rain".
I can still remember the first time I set my eyes on Duke, I knew I would love him.
He was terribly cute and I was so proud of him.
He was almost like a fur ball.
We miss him and his mischiefs.
Duke, we will always love and cherish you.
First Line
My first line.....
As they say the first impression is important.
I'm thinking of a perfect, non grammatical error sentence to write but I just can't seem to construct 'the' one.
Ironically I've built four sentences.
I have nothing to do now, I had nothing to yesterday and I won't have anything to do tomorrow and the day after and for the next few weeks.
There's one thing I do and must do is rest.
I'm taking a long break.
As they say the first impression is important.
I'm thinking of a perfect, non grammatical error sentence to write but I just can't seem to construct 'the' one.
Ironically I've built four sentences.
I have nothing to do now, I had nothing to yesterday and I won't have anything to do tomorrow and the day after and for the next few weeks.
There's one thing I do and must do is rest.
I'm taking a long break.
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