Friday, September 30, 2011


Kids!! And they are my nieces and nephews!!
Adorable. One thing I realised, they are no more like us, fear of cameras! They don’t feel shy, instead they give pose!  All posers!

This sweet girl, she is very understanding. Never I have seen her fighting with the kids for toys. Instead, when others fighting, she will give her toy!!! Impressive!


 I like the chair, and she wants me to take pic of her on the chair.:P

 You must see the way she walks. The foot don’t touch the floor completely, as though trying not hurting the floor. And, she looks like her mother.

 He ain’t one man army J

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Here comes Menora..

So, we drove to Johore.
Two cars, to Johore.  An 8-hour journey. But, it’s not about the journey.
It’s something along the journey.  Talking about long journey in highway, first thing that comes to my mind is : TUNNEL!
The Menora Tunnel, at North–South Expressway.

This tunnel fascinates me. I’ve no idea what so big thing about this tunnel, but whenever we reach near the tunnel, my eyes widened, trying to remember each and every details about this tunnel.
It’s like in a cave….Dark, only small lights aligned on the sides of the tunnel.  And you travel along, slowly, until you reach the end, and coming out the tunnel, so bright!
I have this admiration since I was a kid. When I was nine years old, we went to Kuala Lumpur for vacation. On the way, my dad kept on telling to not to sleep. He said there is something my sisters and I have to see. And , we saw the tunnel! Whoa!!
We don’t really go to far places, so my dad doesn’t want us to miss this opportunity. So we were awake all the time
Those were the time you hardly travel far for vacations. It was school holidays, and my sister started this topic of going somewhere for school break. (You know, when the school reopens, these rich kids will start stories on how they spent their holiday…and you sit there, listen, wishing you have a story to tell, too)
Though we were five of us, kids, and my dad was only a fireman at that time, he managed to bring us for a splendid holiday!
He brought us to many places, but till now only the tunnel truly fascinates me. My dad’s word has left a big impact on me.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

its called inspiration!

image courtesy of pravs


What hurts the most?
- Saying something and wishing you had not.
- Or saying nothing and wishing you had.
I think the first, for that cannot be undone, but the other can always be rectified by coming back to it, and then saying something, (example) sorry, I was stuk for words at that moment, but want to say something now....
1st hurts most, you might have a chance to say something later. You will never have a chance to bring back the words you said.
Saying something you wish you had not. The words can never be withdrawn. unspoken words still have the chance to be spoken later.

Tears are simply the raindrops from the storms inside of us.

When life gives you a second chance, take it.

"You can’t prevent what happens to you, but you can choose how you respond."

"Almost all unhappiness in life comes from the tendency to blame someone else."

"To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did."
Always keep things straight up with people. Honesty makes relationships healthy and partnerships strong.

He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her.

Life becomes easier when you know which hands to shake and which hands to hold!

It's time to start living the life you've imagined.

If you don't make mistakes, you're not working on hard enough problems.
And that's a big mistake.

If you are never scared, embarrassed or hurt, it means you never take chances.

It takes years to build up trust. And it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it."

When people ask you - "Why it's so hard to trust people?"
Ask them - "Why is it so hard to keep a promise?"

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Awesome guy :)

Ok, this is a funny one. But. I admire Him a lot!  Dressed up like a saint, He looks more like giving alm (food) than telling the menu for breakfast.

Standing there,
All day long,
Don’t you feel tired?

No, you don’t.
All-time routine
of yours,
Filling everyone’s stomach,
Happiness on your face
and theirs.

I feel dumb. The poem sounds weird. Written in a minute with what comes in my mind. Well, about this guy, He is a statue (I respect him, mind you!) in a restaurant. He stand there 365days, serving breakfast-for-today in a closed container with a big grin. Looking like saint, he shows a religious/spiritual man who is vegetarian. And, to make sure you get the meaning, food prepared by this spiritual person, is like having both God blessings and the food is hygiene, prepared with love. You don’t have to worry about diseases, and you will feel so full once finishing the food.