Finding your way in this world can be an uphill battle. Some seem to get what they want or need almost effortlessly, while others seem to fight a constant battle, with unimaginable obstacles. If you have a dream and have to struggle to make it come true, at which point do you give up? "Give up? Is that even in your vocabulary?"Well at one point I almost give up with my life when I got the news of my relapsed but Qel was telling me he will NEVER GIVE UP ON ME..and that he said I should not give up too because he will always hold my hand and walk this journey WITH ME even if I am handicap.
When you have a dream,then you must pursue it. Some dreams may take a lifetime to see fulfilled, and some may not be filled until we are gone, but, keeping the dream alive is what keeps you alive. So, why then don't you make your dream come true?
Dreams are only dreams until they are put into action. Walt Disney said "All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." You must first dare to dream, then from the dream comes a plan of action. For without action the dream will remain dormant and unfulfilled.
Though obstacles will arise and moments of fear and doubt may wish to discourage, a dream to succeed becomes a reality with persistence and determination.Only God knows my inner feelings..
If you ask any famous entrepreneur how they got where they are today, they would tell you be being persistent.That's what my boss En Azli always tell me..PERSISTENT Not one of them got there over night or easily. Their success was the direct result of many failings. The best thing about failure is it becomes an ingredient in the end result of a fulfilled dream.My dream is not about wanting to be a successful entrepreneur but well lets just say "Its my personal dream"
Success is a recipe. It requires many parts to make it whole. Those who get to the top fast without much struggle are more likely to crash faster and harder than those who took the hard road. Hard work is the glory. When you get to your dream and look back upon the struggle, there is a true sense of pride and accomplishment knowing you continued to follow this dream, despite all challenges.
Friday, April 30, 2010
A Simple Reminder
The message as the title suggests is A Simple Reminder, a message i too had forgotten but Alhumdullilah i was reminded of it now and felt it is a good reminder for you too.
Does Black Magic Really Exist or its just in one's mind!
What is black magic? I heard that it’s a spell that can hurt someone even if you are a good person. Does it exist or not?
The past 3 weeks, I have strangers coming to me and warned me to be careful with those people around me. Just like yesterday, after I had lunch with my friend Sheila at Ampang Point, we stopped at this kiosk selling head scarfs. I am not the type of person who likes to wear fashionable headscarfs but just plain black. So I don't really bother to buy new ones. But yesterday, I dunno why but I just decided to stop and tried a few.
The sale person who is in her early 20s while putting on the headscarf for me, she suddenly said , "Kak boleh saya cakap sikit?(Sis, can I tell you something?)". I looked at her and said sure go ahead. Then she said " Kak hati-hati ya."(Sis, Please be careful yeah). I thought she was just telling me to be careful of pick pockets or snatch thief but then she continued."Ramai orang dengki dekat akak and sekarang guna ilmu hitam buat akak sakit and orang-orang ni takkan berhenti hingga akak hancur".(You have lots of people envy and at the moment are casting black magic spell against you and they will not stop until you are totally destroyed). So I told her, that me using the walking stick has nothing to do with black magic but due to my bone cancer. Then she told me that not about my walking stick but the bleeding i have been having since March.
I looked at her in silence and then she told me that she is from Sabah and that she has this ability to see. Maybe it's God's way of telling me to be careful because she is the 3rd person in 3 weeks.
1. As much as i know it exists but to me there is no power except Allah's, so I am not gonna be afraid and shall just pray to Him and redha. No way I am gonna see people so called "Orang Alim" 2. To me they can do what they want to do as long as I keep on forgiving them, I will not fall into the category of SHIRIK/ Kufr. Last week a client called just to tell me the same but only a little bit detail saying that this people are using Indonesian black magic. Why be afraid. Things happen only with HIS PERMISSION.
Black magic does exist and it was even performed on the Prophet of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace).
The past 3 weeks, I have strangers coming to me and warned me to be careful with those people around me. Just like yesterday, after I had lunch with my friend Sheila at Ampang Point, we stopped at this kiosk selling head scarfs. I am not the type of person who likes to wear fashionable headscarfs but just plain black. So I don't really bother to buy new ones. But yesterday, I dunno why but I just decided to stop and tried a few.
The sale person who is in her early 20s while putting on the headscarf for me, she suddenly said , "Kak boleh saya cakap sikit?(Sis, can I tell you something?)". I looked at her and said sure go ahead. Then she said " Kak hati-hati ya."(Sis, Please be careful yeah). I thought she was just telling me to be careful of pick pockets or snatch thief but then she continued."Ramai orang dengki dekat akak and sekarang guna ilmu hitam buat akak sakit and orang-orang ni takkan berhenti hingga akak hancur".(You have lots of people envy and at the moment are casting black magic spell against you and they will not stop until you are totally destroyed). So I told her, that me using the walking stick has nothing to do with black magic but due to my bone cancer. Then she told me that not about my walking stick but the bleeding i have been having since March.
I looked at her in silence and then she told me that she is from Sabah and that she has this ability to see. Maybe it's God's way of telling me to be careful because she is the 3rd person in 3 weeks.
1. As much as i know it exists but to me there is no power except Allah's, so I am not gonna be afraid and shall just pray to Him and redha. No way I am gonna see people so called "Orang Alim" 2. To me they can do what they want to do as long as I keep on forgiving them, I will not fall into the category of SHIRIK/ Kufr. Last week a client called just to tell me the same but only a little bit detail saying that this people are using Indonesian black magic. Why be afraid. Things happen only with HIS PERMISSION.
Black magic does exist and it was even performed on the Prophet of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace).
‘A Jew by the name of Labid ibn Asim who outwardly posed to be a believer (Munafiq) carried out black magic on the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace). He took the hair of the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) and made eleven knots and placed it under a rock in a well called Zarwan.
The effect of this was that it created uncertainty in the mind of the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) as to whether he had done or not done certain things (although this had no effect on his religious and prophetic obligations)
At times the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) felt he had accomplished something yet he had not done so and vice versa. The angel Jibra’il informed the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) as to what had occurred and came down with the two Surahs, namely Surah al-Falaq and Surah an-Nas. The Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) together with the Companions (Allah be pleased with them all) went to the well and removed the knotted hair. As each verse was recited, the knots untied miraculously.
At the eleventh knot, the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) was relieved from the effects of this black magic. [See: Tafsir Ibn Kathir & Ma’arif al-Qur’an]
'Sayyida A’isha (Allah be pleased with her) narrates:
“Whenever the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) would become ill, he would recite the Mu’awwizat (Surah al-Falaq & Surah an-Nas) and blow over himself. When his illness was aggravated, I used to recite these two Surahs (and blow my breath) over him and make him rub his body with his own hand, for its blessings.” [Sahih al-Bukhari, no. 4728]Also, the consuming of Ajwa dates has been prescribed by the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) as a remedy for black magic. Amir ibn Sa’d narrates from his father that the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him & give him peace) said:
‘“He who eats seven Ajwa dates every morning, will not be affected by poison or magic on the day he eats them.” [Sahih al-Bukhari, no. 5130]
May Allah forgive those who practice BLACK MAGIC and open their heart to the right path.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
When You Love SomeOne Let Them Know
One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office.
Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.
Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story....
This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.
They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....
Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..
While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..
"I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."
"Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..
At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.
The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite.."
Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."
This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that i hate drumsticks?"
Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.
That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...
He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....
On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...
Little did she remember, he have heart problems...
The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line....
As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this note...
Tears flowed like river......
"When you love someone, let them know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they are..."
Specially dedicated To A Friend..Coz I am Your Friend
I am writing this journal for a particular friend who is going through a separation. He will know this is for him even though I am not gonna mention his name. I pray and hope that you will not throw away a 20years old marriage.
The other day Qel asked me this question which I have no answer to it. He asked me "Why do people get married in the first place and divorced later?". I looked at him and said "I dunno sayang..because my marriage didn't work out and ended with a divorce". Then I continued again by telling him "Perhaps people just take things for granted after marriage..they just stopped doing those little things they used to do during courting.
Here is a real story which I read somewhere on the net not long ago and I like to dedicate it to a particular friend. I hope you will not get mad at me for writing this journal.
A married couple came to a counselor for advice. No sooner were they seated, than they began speaking at the same time in a duel of criticisms. When they finally stopped for lack of breath, the counselor suggested that now they tell each other all the good they see in one another.
There was total silence.
Then each was given a ball-point pen and a sheet of paper and told to write down something praiseworthy about the other. Neither of them wrote. They both sat and stared at the paper. After what seemed like a long time, the husband started to write something. At once the wife also began to write--fast and furiously. Finally, the writing stopped.
There was silence again.
The wife pushed her paper over to the watching counselor. He pushed it back signaling that she was to give it directly to her husband. She reluctantly shoved the paper halfway across the table. He took it and in turn, slid his paper towards his wife. Each began to read.
The counselor watched...Soon a tear slid down the cheek of his wife. She crumpled the paper in her fist and held it tight. That proved that she treasured the sudden revelation of good things her husband had expressed about her. The whole atmosphere of the room changed. There was no need for anything to be said. Praise had healed a thousand wounds.
The husband and wife left arm in arm.
The other day Qel asked me this question which I have no answer to it. He asked me "Why do people get married in the first place and divorced later?". I looked at him and said "I dunno sayang..because my marriage didn't work out and ended with a divorce". Then I continued again by telling him "Perhaps people just take things for granted after marriage..they just stopped doing those little things they used to do during courting.
Here is a real story which I read somewhere on the net not long ago and I like to dedicate it to a particular friend. I hope you will not get mad at me for writing this journal.
A married couple came to a counselor for advice. No sooner were they seated, than they began speaking at the same time in a duel of criticisms. When they finally stopped for lack of breath, the counselor suggested that now they tell each other all the good they see in one another.
There was total silence.
Then each was given a ball-point pen and a sheet of paper and told to write down something praiseworthy about the other. Neither of them wrote. They both sat and stared at the paper. After what seemed like a long time, the husband started to write something. At once the wife also began to write--fast and furiously. Finally, the writing stopped.
There was silence again.
The wife pushed her paper over to the watching counselor. He pushed it back signaling that she was to give it directly to her husband. She reluctantly shoved the paper halfway across the table. He took it and in turn, slid his paper towards his wife. Each began to read.
The counselor watched...Soon a tear slid down the cheek of his wife. She crumpled the paper in her fist and held it tight. That proved that she treasured the sudden revelation of good things her husband had expressed about her. The whole atmosphere of the room changed. There was no need for anything to be said. Praise had healed a thousand wounds.
The husband and wife left arm in arm.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Enjoy Your Life.....
Material things do not necessarily bring you happiness. That is a fact of life. It is a hard fact to understand sometimes, especially in a society that tries very hard to teach you otherwise.It is very common to get into a mode where you think, "If only I had object X, my life would be perfect and I would be happy." You REALLY want something: a new TV, a new car, a special pair of shoes, whatever. Then you buy it and you LOVE having it for a few days. But over time you get bored or it wears out. You can see this pattern repeated constantly in your own life. For example, your parents and grandparents likely spent thousands and thousands of ringgits on toys for you as you were growing up: Dump trucks and Barbie dolls and video games and electric cars and on and on and on. All of those toys got boring or broken or outgrown eventually. They brought happiness for a moment or a week, but over time they became worthless and your desire turned to a new object.This pattern begs the following question: "If material things bring just a temporary and short-term happiness, then what does that mean?" It might mean that you have to buy material objects at a rate of perhaps one per day to sustain the temporary and short-term high of getting something new. The problem is, that begins to sound a lot like a drug habit. This train of thinking can get you into some very deep areas.
2 weeks ago i received an interesting email from my beloved sis, Nita. Its exactly how I see life. So I'm gonna copy and paste the content of the email in this journal.
A boat docked in a tiny Mexican fishing village.
A tourist complimented the local fishermen on the quality of their fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
"Not very long." they answered in unison.
"Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?"
The fishermen explained that their small catches were sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.
"But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children, and take siestas with our wives. In the evenings, we go into the village to see our friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs.
We have a full life."
The tourist interrupted,
"I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you!
You should start by fishing longer every day.
You can then sell the extra fish you catch.
With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."
"And after that?"
"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers.
Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant.
You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City , Los Angeles , or even New York City !
From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."
"How long would that take?"
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years." replied the tourist.
"And after that?"
"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting, " answered the tourist, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"
"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the fishermen.
"After that you'll be able to retire,
live in a tiny village near the coast,
sleep late, play with your children,
catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."
"With all due respect sir, but that's exactly what we are doing now. So what's the point wasting twenty-five years?" asked the Mexicans.
And the moral of this story is:
....... Know where you're going in life.... you may already be there!!
There is a difference between material happiness, which implies having all the basic (or extravagant) comforts necessary to live life, and spiritual happiness, which implies something else altogether. I had a friend whose philosophy was this:
No matter how much u make, u always want more. So if u make RM25,000 you believe if you would just make RM50,000 you would be happy. But then u begin to make RM50,000. At that point, you believe if you would just made RM100,000, you would be happy, and so on through life. This pattern is true whether u make RM25,000 or RM100,000 a year,because as you earn more money you acquire more expensive tastes. It seems to me u might as well learn how to be happy with RM25,000 a year and figure out an easy way to earn it and then have the rest of your time free doing what u want to do.
One funny thing about all of these different areas is that none of them are taxed. You are taxed on the money you earn, and that is it. There is no knowledge tax, for example. You can learn freely throughout life and acquire a huge "bank account" of knowledge. No one can steal it or diminish it in any way. Presumably, knowledge is the one thing you might be able to take with you to Heaven.All of these alternative types of wealth are different from financial wealth, and yet all of them can be equally rewarding in their own ways. The point is that the act of buying things by itself, despite what television tells you, may not be what will bring you maximum happiness in life. Things like good friends, a loving spouse, well-raised children, a home built on love, a good relationship with God, a clear conscience, a worthy goal and a job you truly enjoy bring you contentment that lasts and has meaning. These things are often very hard for some teenagers to understand, but as you mature they become more important.As you look at the world around you and come to understand what is important to you, keep these things in mind. Think about what it is that you enjoy and what makes you truly happy. See what you find. In thinking about it consciously, you might be surprised by what you discover. Money is incredibly important—you need it to survive. But it is not the only thing you need, and money itself will not bring lasting happiness to most people. Man does not live by bread alone.
2 weeks ago i received an interesting email from my beloved sis, Nita. Its exactly how I see life. So I'm gonna copy and paste the content of the email in this journal.
A boat docked in a tiny Mexican fishing village.
A tourist complimented the local fishermen on the quality of their fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
"Not very long." they answered in unison.
"Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?"
The fishermen explained that their small catches were sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.
"But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children, and take siestas with our wives. In the evenings, we go into the village to see our friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs.
We have a full life."
The tourist interrupted,
"I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you!
You should start by fishing longer every day.
You can then sell the extra fish you catch.
With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."
"And after that?"
"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers.
Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant.
You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City , Los Angeles , or even New York City !
From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."
"How long would that take?"
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years." replied the tourist.
"And after that?"
"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting, " answered the tourist, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"
"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the fishermen.
"After that you'll be able to retire,
live in a tiny village near the coast,
sleep late, play with your children,
catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."
"With all due respect sir, but that's exactly what we are doing now. So what's the point wasting twenty-five years?" asked the Mexicans.
And the moral of this story is:
....... Know where you're going in life.... you may already be there!!
There is a difference between material happiness, which implies having all the basic (or extravagant) comforts necessary to live life, and spiritual happiness, which implies something else altogether. I had a friend whose philosophy was this:
No matter how much u make, u always want more. So if u make RM25,000 you believe if you would just make RM50,000 you would be happy. But then u begin to make RM50,000. At that point, you believe if you would just made RM100,000, you would be happy, and so on through life. This pattern is true whether u make RM25,000 or RM100,000 a year,because as you earn more money you acquire more expensive tastes. It seems to me u might as well learn how to be happy with RM25,000 a year and figure out an easy way to earn it and then have the rest of your time free doing what u want to do.
One funny thing about all of these different areas is that none of them are taxed. You are taxed on the money you earn, and that is it. There is no knowledge tax, for example. You can learn freely throughout life and acquire a huge "bank account" of knowledge. No one can steal it or diminish it in any way. Presumably, knowledge is the one thing you might be able to take with you to Heaven.All of these alternative types of wealth are different from financial wealth, and yet all of them can be equally rewarding in their own ways. The point is that the act of buying things by itself, despite what television tells you, may not be what will bring you maximum happiness in life. Things like good friends, a loving spouse, well-raised children, a home built on love, a good relationship with God, a clear conscience, a worthy goal and a job you truly enjoy bring you contentment that lasts and has meaning. These things are often very hard for some teenagers to understand, but as you mature they become more important.As you look at the world around you and come to understand what is important to you, keep these things in mind. Think about what it is that you enjoy and what makes you truly happy. See what you find. In thinking about it consciously, you might be surprised by what you discover. Money is incredibly important—you need it to survive. But it is not the only thing you need, and money itself will not bring lasting happiness to most people. Man does not live by bread alone.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
My Special Surprise For my Sweetheart Qel
Thursday was the last day of DSA'10. As any other day, booth closed at 5pm. By 4pm, I asked Tuan Siva if we could packed up things at 4pm as I had to drive up to Kedah right after the event. He agreed 4pm we started packing up all the stuffs.
THURSDAY- 22/04/2010
Qel didnt know i was coming to Kulim. It was a big surprise for him. I have planned this trip about a week in advanced. The people at Kulim who knew my arrival were his family members. Even that..they knew i was arriving on Friday and not Thursday. Well I guess it was a surprise for everyone.
At 5pm finished packing everything and rushed to Ampang to pick up my niece who came along with me to Kulim. Told papa that I was heading straight to Kulim after my duty at PWTC and would not have dinner at home.
After 4 days of duty at PWTC and having to stand 12hours daily, I was damned tired especially with the heavy bleeding for the past 2 and the half months I've been facing, somehow on Thursdays despite the bleeding got heavier than other days and with heavy clots, the excitement of meeting Qel somehow have overcome my tiredness and the stomach cramp . A day before the trip I told Qel I have a surprise for him and that I WILL SEND THEM BY POST LAJU(kekekekeek). So on Thursday I purposely text him to ask if the parcel(which never exist )I sent have arrived. Innocently he said NOT YET probably tomorrow.
On the way to Kulim had to stop at a couple R & R to ease my stomach cramp and to change my pad as the bleeding was really killing me. Whole day haven't taken a single meal so decided to stop at Taiping for seafood dinner with my niece. In the car I told my niece " I hope Uncle Qel will not call and said SAYANG JOM ONLINE..coz then it will ruin the whole surprise".
True enough when we were having dinner at Taiping around 10pm, he called and said "SAYANG JOM ONLINE". Alamak! I had to lie to him and said that I was watching this movie on Astro and will get online by 11pm. HE said ok. Left Taiping at 10.20pm and drove like speedy gonzales but before JAWI interchange it was raining cats and dogs. Couldn't see the road at all so had to drive slowly. 11pm reached JAWI Interchange and after paying the toll, again I text him. I had to come up with another reason why I couldn't get online by 11pm. So I had to tell him i was running out of sanitary pad and that i had to go out for awhile.
Thought I could reached his house by 11.30 at the latest but just when i was so confident with my way to his place, I just had to enter the wrong junction after the toll. Had to call him and divert his mind to something else, so I told him that the delivery boys insisted that they sent my parcel that night itself and that they were on their way.
Qel asked me why they had to send the parcel at such late hours and what were their names? Hehehheh my niece Tiara came up with their names for the konon-konon delivery boys- GUNASEGARAN & AMAD. lol lol..Tiara said, she was Amad and I were Gunasegaran.
By 11.50pm we finally reached Qel's house. I called him and said that the delivery boys called and that they were in front of his gate. Here comes the best part, my sweetheart Qel said"Ok sayang talk to you later coz i think i can hear the car outside." He rushed to open the gate and still not realizing that the car in front of his gate was my car. Tiara and I were laughing so much and that i felt so bad. I went out of my car and the moment he saw me...he was stunt and speechless and he just put his hand at his mouth TERKEJUT. That look on his face....Is one look I can never forget and I think it took him like half and hour to realize that I was there in front of him for real and that he wasn't dreaming.
4days 3 nights we were at Kulim and despite the tummy cramp, bleeding and leg numb, I really enjoyed the trip. Missing him and his family so much now....can't wait to go there again in June.
Wonder what will be my next prank...heheheh he just have the nottiest partner.
THURSDAY- 22/04/2010
Qel didnt know i was coming to Kulim. It was a big surprise for him. I have planned this trip about a week in advanced. The people at Kulim who knew my arrival were his family members. Even that..they knew i was arriving on Friday and not Thursday. Well I guess it was a surprise for everyone.
At 5pm finished packing everything and rushed to Ampang to pick up my niece who came along with me to Kulim. Told papa that I was heading straight to Kulim after my duty at PWTC and would not have dinner at home.
After 4 days of duty at PWTC and having to stand 12hours daily, I was damned tired especially with the heavy bleeding for the past 2 and the half months I've been facing, somehow on Thursdays despite the bleeding got heavier than other days and with heavy clots, the excitement of meeting Qel somehow have overcome my tiredness and the stomach cramp . A day before the trip I told Qel I have a surprise for him and that I WILL SEND THEM BY POST LAJU(kekekekeek). So on Thursday I purposely text him to ask if the parcel(which never exist )I sent have arrived. Innocently he said NOT YET probably tomorrow.
On the way to Kulim had to stop at a couple R & R to ease my stomach cramp and to change my pad as the bleeding was really killing me. Whole day haven't taken a single meal so decided to stop at Taiping for seafood dinner with my niece. In the car I told my niece " I hope Uncle Qel will not call and said SAYANG JOM ONLINE..coz then it will ruin the whole surprise".
True enough when we were having dinner at Taiping around 10pm, he called and said "SAYANG JOM ONLINE". Alamak! I had to lie to him and said that I was watching this movie on Astro and will get online by 11pm. HE said ok. Left Taiping at 10.20pm and drove like speedy gonzales but before JAWI interchange it was raining cats and dogs. Couldn't see the road at all so had to drive slowly. 11pm reached JAWI Interchange and after paying the toll, again I text him. I had to come up with another reason why I couldn't get online by 11pm. So I had to tell him i was running out of sanitary pad and that i had to go out for awhile.
Thought I could reached his house by 11.30 at the latest but just when i was so confident with my way to his place, I just had to enter the wrong junction after the toll. Had to call him and divert his mind to something else, so I told him that the delivery boys insisted that they sent my parcel that night itself and that they were on their way.
Qel asked me why they had to send the parcel at such late hours and what were their names? Hehehheh my niece Tiara came up with their names for the konon-konon delivery boys- GUNASEGARAN & AMAD. lol lol..Tiara said, she was Amad and I were Gunasegaran.
By 11.50pm we finally reached Qel's house. I called him and said that the delivery boys called and that they were in front of his gate. Here comes the best part, my sweetheart Qel said"Ok sayang talk to you later coz i think i can hear the car outside." He rushed to open the gate and still not realizing that the car in front of his gate was my car. Tiara and I were laughing so much and that i felt so bad. I went out of my car and the moment he saw me...he was stunt and speechless and he just put his hand at his mouth TERKEJUT. That look on his face....Is one look I can never forget and I think it took him like half and hour to realize that I was there in front of him for real and that he wasn't dreaming.
4days 3 nights we were at Kulim and despite the tummy cramp, bleeding and leg numb, I really enjoyed the trip. Missing him and his family so much now....can't wait to go there again in June.
Wonder what will be my next prank...heheheh he just have the nottiest partner.
Wish You Have Some DIGNITY
Today was my second day on duty at the DSA’10. Today I decided to take the train because yesterday had to pay RM18.00 for the parking and on top of that the traffic jam I got stuck in was really petrol consuming. 8.00am reached Putra Komuter Station. For Hall 4, I was the earliest to reach coz there wasn’t a single soul except me and the mannequin.
My tech reached PWTC just 10mins after me and we started doing the setting up. The internet is always the problem.
At 9am another staff of mine text me and said “I’m having breakfast at Pan Pac and would be at the hall by 9.45am. To me with or without her makes no different. (Yes I am very very mad when I am writing this journal and NO I’m not mad because she had breakfast, lunch & tea break at Pan Pac but….here’s why!)
I am not gonna write in detail what really made me upset but all I can say is that I hate when people used my name for his/her own benefit. Yes I am sick, and yes the doctor has asked me to use a walking stick because of my bone cancer and yes I’ve been bleeding the past 3 weeks which doctor herself can’t even tell me why, but I am still bloody strong to work. I am not a weak person and I don’t need anyone’s help.
But when someone uses my name to get away from work..I will be DAMN PISSED!!!. Telling HR that she needs to cover me up because I am sick, I can’t walk?? For God sake for their own benefit... How much more do people need to ruin my reputation? Some people can be so despicable.
Well I am not gonna do anything about it because I believe WHAT COMES AROUND GOES AROUND.
Here are some of the picture taken during my days at the DSA'10 exhibition. Do I look sick??
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