FEEL GOOD
Five elements to make myself happy - free my heart from hatred, free my mind from worries, live simple, give more and expect the very less! Yes i must admit that today i want everything to be mine. i want to avoid wrong thoughts over him, i want to simply start a new me. it is very difficult to start controlling a person whom u loves so much, and at the same time learning to love him. it is just impossible. so if u do love someone, give him a total freedom. coz if he loves u back, how much freedom given is never could compare those great moments to be spent with u.
I have to say that i love and hate my work. love coz i deserve the stage i am at now, my soul my spirit are totally into this field. it gives so much spaces for me to be creative, to show what i want, to present what i like, in a magazine which is read by thousands of kids all around Malaysia.
but i hate the way i have to work, in which sometimes i didnt have time even for myself, what more to the ones i love, my parents, my nephews and niece, my heart my soul - g. and i hate the way and the amount they pay me. and i believe what my mom told me last time, how much im getting now will never enough, even if they will increase the salary, coz life style changes as according to ur salary. ;)
im thinking to shift a job too, not because too much tense here, but i just need a change of environment. im just tired of this same environment after a year, and i need to meet more people, more clients. my good friend, charlotte is leaving the job too, and she thinks it is time to give a try to work with the government body. well i never liked the idea. working as a government servant, is as if letting myself to be cut into pieces! thanks but no thanks!
Friday, May 27, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
NINE DAYS
9 days without him. 9 days. for the past nine days, i was like a crazy gal who didnt have a certain aim in my life. how i miss him so much, very difficult for me to explain in words. we used to play cards together, extra diction together, we argued a lot, even over small matters, and when he left me for outstation. i barely thought that ive lost half of my body. because g is my strength, my world. something secret weve shared together, only me and he know, and after the incident, it makes the bond between me and g grow really stronger and tighter. even we managed to meet every day, still the next day we feel like missing each so crazily.
this is not my first love. but why do i find the finest strength in this love? because we love each other so much. im half of g, and g is just half of me. we are one. all the love that i had before, was just like an ordinary one. and was so weird. i fell in love and got engaged with somebody who was 10 years older than me. then i fell into this punjabi guy who is 6 years younger than me. then came this old man, who was 53 when i was only 26! but with g, i just found somebody who is plus and less like me, we are about the same age, we like same kind of music, for god sake most of the times we think alike and what i feel inside, he just feel it the same way too. sometimes i read his mind, and he could read mine too!
the love happened so naturally, and so heavenly, and i didnt expect that we could go this far. but love just lead the way until it stops, and it didnt stop until now.
9 days without him. 9 days. for the past nine days, i was like a crazy gal who didnt have a certain aim in my life. how i miss him so much, very difficult for me to explain in words. we used to play cards together, extra diction together, we argued a lot, even over small matters, and when he left me for outstation. i barely thought that ive lost half of my body. because g is my strength, my world. something secret weve shared together, only me and he know, and after the incident, it makes the bond between me and g grow really stronger and tighter. even we managed to meet every day, still the next day we feel like missing each so crazily.
this is not my first love. but why do i find the finest strength in this love? because we love each other so much. im half of g, and g is just half of me. we are one. all the love that i had before, was just like an ordinary one. and was so weird. i fell in love and got engaged with somebody who was 10 years older than me. then i fell into this punjabi guy who is 6 years younger than me. then came this old man, who was 53 when i was only 26! but with g, i just found somebody who is plus and less like me, we are about the same age, we like same kind of music, for god sake most of the times we think alike and what i feel inside, he just feel it the same way too. sometimes i read his mind, and he could read mine too!
the love happened so naturally, and so heavenly, and i didnt expect that we could go this far. but love just lead the way until it stops, and it didnt stop until now.
TO MAKE IT HAPPEN
me and my team were in the office today. the april issue is not ready as yet, and i asked everybody to stayback and come on saturday to settle our work. what a boring world! but, as regret aside, i know we are doing this for nation, i know i cant be a great teacher, but i am contributing something to the kids of malaysia, my own way. at least theres something in us that we should feel proud of. and why not?
as i am receiving letters by letters, and emails, every day, i feel like flying. i know kids cant be lying, as they say the darndest thing, and how much they appreciate ebaca, is such an ultimate pleasure for me. this is what they want, what they should have in their school bag, and it is something really good if theyd be carrying our mag to anywhere they go.
something lack in me, is that i wasnt born with a definite talent. so in life i willl just do something that makes me happy. and im loving and enjoying this special task, as i confidently say that to manage kids mag is so much headache from those adults magazines. but one great opportunity that as im working with these kids stuff, i feel alive and more younger than my actual age..ha..ha...and what makes me proud of myself, i really understand the psychology of kids, i know what they want, what they feel and for that, i just wanna be one of them. if only i could turn back time....
i had this great discussion with my friend, and he kept telling and motivating me to be myself, and at the same time make myself so worthful with some reading habits. of course i wasnt into books before, coz ive spent my precious time on entertainment magazines and learning on women's issues. but then again i found that his advice is divine, yeah why not do something that i never did before. and theres no harm of trying. so one good day, i went to the mph book store near giant, and i saw this great heavenly novel by marian keyes - the other side of the story. well it fits my standard of understanding english of course, they way she writes is just amazing, so pure and down to earth kinda approach. and ive always loved to put myself as one of the main characters in the novel.
after few weeks, and at the same time i kept reading the book without fail, i found something good was happening to me. that i have more strength to write in this diary. that i have enug confidence to converse in this bullshit language - english. and magically i managed to read the book till the last page, and it was something superb for me.then addicted to habit of reading, again when i came to kinokuniya to buy some magazines, i came across this title - perfect strangers and without a second thought - i just bought it.
well two books generally reveal the life of women who are staying in metropolitan city and how do they handle and manage their life, their career, crisis, and love. and what came to my surprise that my life is not even a bit inch different from what the writer has portrayed in their books. and because of this, i feel more confident to become myself and i dont think it is a nonsense thing to believe - hey, it is cool being an independent, single lady!
me and my team were in the office today. the april issue is not ready as yet, and i asked everybody to stayback and come on saturday to settle our work. what a boring world! but, as regret aside, i know we are doing this for nation, i know i cant be a great teacher, but i am contributing something to the kids of malaysia, my own way. at least theres something in us that we should feel proud of. and why not?
as i am receiving letters by letters, and emails, every day, i feel like flying. i know kids cant be lying, as they say the darndest thing, and how much they appreciate ebaca, is such an ultimate pleasure for me. this is what they want, what they should have in their school bag, and it is something really good if theyd be carrying our mag to anywhere they go.
something lack in me, is that i wasnt born with a definite talent. so in life i willl just do something that makes me happy. and im loving and enjoying this special task, as i confidently say that to manage kids mag is so much headache from those adults magazines. but one great opportunity that as im working with these kids stuff, i feel alive and more younger than my actual age..ha..ha...and what makes me proud of myself, i really understand the psychology of kids, i know what they want, what they feel and for that, i just wanna be one of them. if only i could turn back time....
i had this great discussion with my friend, and he kept telling and motivating me to be myself, and at the same time make myself so worthful with some reading habits. of course i wasnt into books before, coz ive spent my precious time on entertainment magazines and learning on women's issues. but then again i found that his advice is divine, yeah why not do something that i never did before. and theres no harm of trying. so one good day, i went to the mph book store near giant, and i saw this great heavenly novel by marian keyes - the other side of the story. well it fits my standard of understanding english of course, they way she writes is just amazing, so pure and down to earth kinda approach. and ive always loved to put myself as one of the main characters in the novel.
after few weeks, and at the same time i kept reading the book without fail, i found something good was happening to me. that i have more strength to write in this diary. that i have enug confidence to converse in this bullshit language - english. and magically i managed to read the book till the last page, and it was something superb for me.then addicted to habit of reading, again when i came to kinokuniya to buy some magazines, i came across this title - perfect strangers and without a second thought - i just bought it.
well two books generally reveal the life of women who are staying in metropolitan city and how do they handle and manage their life, their career, crisis, and love. and what came to my surprise that my life is not even a bit inch different from what the writer has portrayed in their books. and because of this, i feel more confident to become myself and i dont think it is a nonsense thing to believe - hey, it is cool being an independent, single lady!
REMEMBER ME THIS WAY
Every now and then
We find a special friend
who never lets us down...
Who understands it all
reaches out each time we fall
you're the best friend i have found...
I know you can't stay
a part of you will never ever go away
your heart will stay.....
I'll make a wish for you,
and hope it will come true,
if life will just be kind,
to such a gentle mind,
if you lose your way,
think back on yesterday
remember me this way,
remember me this way.
I don't need eyes to see
the love you bring to me,
no matter where I go
and I know that you'll be there
forever-more a part of me and everywhere
I'll always care.....
I'll make a wish for you
and hope it will come true,
if life will just be kind,
to such a gentle mind,
and if you lose your way
think back on yesterday
remember me this way,
remember me this way.
and I'll be right behind your shoulder,
watching youI'll be standing by your side,
all you do
and I won't ever leave
as long as you believe,you just believe....
I'll make a wish for you
and hope it will come true
if life will just be kindto such a gentle mind
and if you lose your way
think back on yesterday
remember me this way
remember me this way.
this way.
Every now and then
We find a special friend
who never lets us down...
Who understands it all
reaches out each time we fall
you're the best friend i have found...
I know you can't stay
a part of you will never ever go away
your heart will stay.....
I'll make a wish for you,
and hope it will come true,
if life will just be kind,
to such a gentle mind,
if you lose your way,
think back on yesterday
remember me this way,
remember me this way.
I don't need eyes to see
the love you bring to me,
no matter where I go
and I know that you'll be there
forever-more a part of me and everywhere
I'll always care.....
I'll make a wish for you
and hope it will come true,
if life will just be kind,
to such a gentle mind,
and if you lose your way
think back on yesterday
remember me this way,
remember me this way.
and I'll be right behind your shoulder,
watching youI'll be standing by your side,
all you do
and I won't ever leave
as long as you believe,you just believe....
I'll make a wish for you
and hope it will come true
if life will just be kindto such a gentle mind
and if you lose your way
think back on yesterday
remember me this way
remember me this way.
this way.
MAT ZUL - UNPREDICTABLE MATRIC FRIEND!
i was busy editing my articles, when all of a sudden my mobile phone rang. i couldnt recognize the no, but i picked up fast and at first i thought my brother was calling me. what a surprise that my long time matriculation friend, mat zull called me after almost 8 years!
actually my friend suzie called me yesterday and she was telling me that mat zul had broken up his marriage with his wife. working with a honda company, mat zul sounded so firm and steady. we began the conversation on exchanging stories of long time friends, etc etc..when after that he came up with the word "my ex" and there i didnt wait to dig out fast the reason of the divorce.
well mat zul married young, when he was about 25 and the ex was about 22. i still remember after the matriculation, once i was in our first degree programme, mat zul had changed to someone i really couldnt understand much. he didnt talk much to us, to me, and he had always spent his time on his girlfriend, they walked together, they chatted to only both of them, and mat zul, his life was just: came to class with her, and went back to hostel (rented house) also with her. and i remember once suzie told me a funny story, when mat zul' s ex used to come to mat zul's house and folded his briefs. ha..ha..ha!!! and what i noticed, his ex was not friendly to her seniors (me and my friends - masscommitees!!!) and they both lived in their own world!
but that is life. and i always believe that life is full of miracles. who knows that we finally met again, and what shocked me, it was mat zul who contacted me!! it still linger in my mind how we used to be close friends in matriculation, how mat zul coped so hard to speak english, and what i just heard after 8 years, his english is just superb!
and how i wish to get in touch with my other ex class-mates and other mascommitess!
i was busy editing my articles, when all of a sudden my mobile phone rang. i couldnt recognize the no, but i picked up fast and at first i thought my brother was calling me. what a surprise that my long time matriculation friend, mat zull called me after almost 8 years!
actually my friend suzie called me yesterday and she was telling me that mat zul had broken up his marriage with his wife. working with a honda company, mat zul sounded so firm and steady. we began the conversation on exchanging stories of long time friends, etc etc..when after that he came up with the word "my ex" and there i didnt wait to dig out fast the reason of the divorce.
well mat zul married young, when he was about 25 and the ex was about 22. i still remember after the matriculation, once i was in our first degree programme, mat zul had changed to someone i really couldnt understand much. he didnt talk much to us, to me, and he had always spent his time on his girlfriend, they walked together, they chatted to only both of them, and mat zul, his life was just: came to class with her, and went back to hostel (rented house) also with her. and i remember once suzie told me a funny story, when mat zul' s ex used to come to mat zul's house and folded his briefs. ha..ha..ha!!! and what i noticed, his ex was not friendly to her seniors (me and my friends - masscommitees!!!) and they both lived in their own world!
but that is life. and i always believe that life is full of miracles. who knows that we finally met again, and what shocked me, it was mat zul who contacted me!! it still linger in my mind how we used to be close friends in matriculation, how mat zul coped so hard to speak english, and what i just heard after 8 years, his english is just superb!
and how i wish to get in touch with my other ex class-mates and other mascommitess!
MY MOM AND I
It shouldnt be this way, but whatever happened, it happened and i coulnt turn back time for that. i dont understand why i have always be a subject to be laughtered at, to be insulted or to be commented all the time. i mean, cmon, give me a break!
it all started when my mom called me on saturday morning, and asked whether i already on the way to malacca, and whether she could come for a visit. i thought that the place is quite far from my hometown, and i would be busy settling the promotion etc etc, so i said, it should be okay if she didnt come. because i came to malacca not for an entertainment purpose, obviously i had to work, and if she came, it could possibly for me to spend a little time with her.
but still she came, and without telling me that she was on the way, she gave a call and said that she was already parked the car in the tanjung bidara resort. i had one thing in my mind, that she intentionally wanted to spy on me, wanted to see the truth whether id really came for a promotion tour, or i just lied to her. i really hurt that she seemed not to trust me, even after the incident ive been showing mega changes in me, but still she lives in doubt.
well still, i felt so happy that she came to visit, but she disappointed me so much when she started to ask silly questions like, who drove the car. and when i said i was the one who drove the car, she turned to become so angry and she asked why should i drive and not someone else. why shouldnt there be a driver for us. then she started to look at me uo and down, and gave her bitter comments, why r u wearing this kinda clothes? it looks so dull! didnt u have money to buy nice clothes? and after few weeks that i didnt meet her, the day i supposed to be so happy when she came turned to be the saddest day ever for me. what did i do wrong? she really turned me off, and i kept quiet all of a sudden, and she just left. and again she asked whos gonna drive for us tomorrow, and i said, im the one whos gonna drive back to kl tomo.
what the hell of these bullshit things of whos gonna drive me, and commentaries on the clothes i put on my body! i just culdnt stand anymore that my mom is becoming so eager to know every single inch thing that i do, and she wanted to shape me, and she wanted to control me, physically and mentally. i used to be a very rude daughter in my teen ages, and early 20s, but lately, i manage to control myself and i let her to speak whatever she wants, and i will remain silent.
there again, yesterday when she called me, (i didnt pick up the phone for the first 2 calls coz i was mentally unprepared and upset, and i was tired), and for the third call, i just picked up and there was a staggering voice over there. she asked me whether i was really at home, (for god sake, this was what i had to do every time to call her: i had to make sure myself at home, with the tv on, and if not, she would accuse me of being in somewhere else, but not home!), and i replied her calmly, that i had just came back from work and having my lunch. again she asked "r u really at home? what is that sound?" and that moment i really felt like killing myself!
then she asked why i didnt call her for 2 days, and again acted like a great drama queen, she cried like hell over the phone, while me, i didnt speak even a single word! she has always wanted me to call every day, and expected me to report my activities to her. and she has always wantd me to be at home, and sometimes i even coulnt tell her that i was outside doing my shopping or meeting my friend. what a life! there was a long silent, until she slowly cut off the line, and i looked myself at the mirror while cracking chips in my mouth, and i told myself: what a bullshit life im heading!
i never put a high expectation that my parents should understand me. in fact im the one who supposedly put myself into their shoes, and feel the beat of their emotions. but im not a kid. and im only a human. im a 27-growing-wild-positive-years-old-lady who wants to be myself, without keeping my parents aside, of course. and i feel very very sad that they even not trying to at least, give a space for me to be me. or at least to trust me. and this really make me sick!
well enuff of complaining, coz i wont win anything of blaming my parents. let me take this as my fault, my useless-brain, and
my destiny.
It shouldnt be this way, but whatever happened, it happened and i coulnt turn back time for that. i dont understand why i have always be a subject to be laughtered at, to be insulted or to be commented all the time. i mean, cmon, give me a break!
it all started when my mom called me on saturday morning, and asked whether i already on the way to malacca, and whether she could come for a visit. i thought that the place is quite far from my hometown, and i would be busy settling the promotion etc etc, so i said, it should be okay if she didnt come. because i came to malacca not for an entertainment purpose, obviously i had to work, and if she came, it could possibly for me to spend a little time with her.
but still she came, and without telling me that she was on the way, she gave a call and said that she was already parked the car in the tanjung bidara resort. i had one thing in my mind, that she intentionally wanted to spy on me, wanted to see the truth whether id really came for a promotion tour, or i just lied to her. i really hurt that she seemed not to trust me, even after the incident ive been showing mega changes in me, but still she lives in doubt.
well still, i felt so happy that she came to visit, but she disappointed me so much when she started to ask silly questions like, who drove the car. and when i said i was the one who drove the car, she turned to become so angry and she asked why should i drive and not someone else. why shouldnt there be a driver for us. then she started to look at me uo and down, and gave her bitter comments, why r u wearing this kinda clothes? it looks so dull! didnt u have money to buy nice clothes? and after few weeks that i didnt meet her, the day i supposed to be so happy when she came turned to be the saddest day ever for me. what did i do wrong? she really turned me off, and i kept quiet all of a sudden, and she just left. and again she asked whos gonna drive for us tomorrow, and i said, im the one whos gonna drive back to kl tomo.
what the hell of these bullshit things of whos gonna drive me, and commentaries on the clothes i put on my body! i just culdnt stand anymore that my mom is becoming so eager to know every single inch thing that i do, and she wanted to shape me, and she wanted to control me, physically and mentally. i used to be a very rude daughter in my teen ages, and early 20s, but lately, i manage to control myself and i let her to speak whatever she wants, and i will remain silent.
there again, yesterday when she called me, (i didnt pick up the phone for the first 2 calls coz i was mentally unprepared and upset, and i was tired), and for the third call, i just picked up and there was a staggering voice over there. she asked me whether i was really at home, (for god sake, this was what i had to do every time to call her: i had to make sure myself at home, with the tv on, and if not, she would accuse me of being in somewhere else, but not home!), and i replied her calmly, that i had just came back from work and having my lunch. again she asked "r u really at home? what is that sound?" and that moment i really felt like killing myself!
then she asked why i didnt call her for 2 days, and again acted like a great drama queen, she cried like hell over the phone, while me, i didnt speak even a single word! she has always wanted me to call every day, and expected me to report my activities to her. and she has always wantd me to be at home, and sometimes i even coulnt tell her that i was outside doing my shopping or meeting my friend. what a life! there was a long silent, until she slowly cut off the line, and i looked myself at the mirror while cracking chips in my mouth, and i told myself: what a bullshit life im heading!
i never put a high expectation that my parents should understand me. in fact im the one who supposedly put myself into their shoes, and feel the beat of their emotions. but im not a kid. and im only a human. im a 27-growing-wild-positive-years-old-lady who wants to be myself, without keeping my parents aside, of course. and i feel very very sad that they even not trying to at least, give a space for me to be me. or at least to trust me. and this really make me sick!
well enuff of complaining, coz i wont win anything of blaming my parents. let me take this as my fault, my useless-brain, and
my destiny.
YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO SOMEBODY
A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty. He said...no.She asked him if he would want to be with her foreverAnd he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry.Once again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face theboy grabbed her arm and said....You're not pretty you're beautiful.I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be withyou forever.And I wouldnt cry if you walked away...I’D DIE...Right now at this very minute…Someone is very proud of youSomeone is thinking of youSomeone cares about youSomeone misses you Someone wants to talk to youSomeone wants to be with youSomeone hopes you aren't in troubleSomeone is thankful for the support you have providedSomeone wants to hold your handSomeone hopes everything turns out all rightSomeone wants you to be happySomeone wants you to find themSomeone wants to give you a giftSomeone think you ARE a giftSomeone hopes you are not too cold, or too hot Someone wants to hug you Someone admires your strength Someone is thinking of you and smiling Someone wants to be your shoulder to cry on Someone wants to go out with you and have a lot of funSomeone thinks the world of you Someone wants to protect you Someone would do anything for you Someone wants to laugh with you about old times Someone remembers you and wishes you were there Someone wants to tell you how much they careSomeone wants to stay up watching old movies with you Someone wants to share their dreams with you Someone wants to hold you in their armsSomeone wants YOU to hold them in your armsSomeone treasures your spiritSomeone wishes they could STOP time because of youSomeone can't wait to see youSomeone wishes that things didn't have to change Someone loves you for who you are Someone loves the way you make them feel Someone is alive because of you Someone believes that you are their soul mate Someone misses your guidance and adviceSomeone values your guidance and adviceSomeone has faith in youSomeone trusts youSomeone will cry when they read this
Love is what can be felt and not told
It's what given and not sold
It comes when u least expected & leaves when u need it most!
A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty. He said...no.She asked him if he would want to be with her foreverAnd he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry.Once again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face theboy grabbed her arm and said....You're not pretty you're beautiful.I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be withyou forever.And I wouldnt cry if you walked away...I’D DIE...Right now at this very minute…Someone is very proud of youSomeone is thinking of youSomeone cares about youSomeone misses you Someone wants to talk to youSomeone wants to be with youSomeone hopes you aren't in troubleSomeone is thankful for the support you have providedSomeone wants to hold your handSomeone hopes everything turns out all rightSomeone wants you to be happySomeone wants you to find themSomeone wants to give you a giftSomeone think you ARE a giftSomeone hopes you are not too cold, or too hot Someone wants to hug you Someone admires your strength Someone is thinking of you and smiling Someone wants to be your shoulder to cry on Someone wants to go out with you and have a lot of funSomeone thinks the world of you Someone wants to protect you Someone would do anything for you Someone wants to laugh with you about old times Someone remembers you and wishes you were there Someone wants to tell you how much they careSomeone wants to stay up watching old movies with you Someone wants to share their dreams with you Someone wants to hold you in their armsSomeone wants YOU to hold them in your armsSomeone treasures your spiritSomeone wishes they could STOP time because of youSomeone can't wait to see youSomeone wishes that things didn't have to change Someone loves you for who you are Someone loves the way you make them feel Someone is alive because of you Someone believes that you are their soul mate Someone misses your guidance and adviceSomeone values your guidance and adviceSomeone has faith in youSomeone trusts youSomeone will cry when they read this
Love is what can be felt and not told
It's what given and not sold
It comes when u least expected & leaves when u need it most!
NO REASONS NEEDED
A walk to remember. A colleague of mine sent me this, and i feel good to share:
Lady : Why do you like me? Why do you love me?Guy : I can't tell the reason... But I really likeyou...Lady : You can't even tell me the reason...How can yousay you like me? How can you say you love me?Guy : I really don't know the reason, but I can provethat I love you.Lady : Proof ? No! I want you to tell me the reason.My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her,but not you!Guy : OK...OK !!! Erm...because you are beautiful,because your voice is sweet, because you are caring,because you are loving, because you are thoughtful,because of your smile, because of your movements...Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with anaccident and became comma. The Guy then placed aletter by her side, and here is the content :-
Dearest, Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now canyou talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.Because of your care and concern then I like you...Now that you cannot show them, Therefore I cannot love you.Because of your smile, because of your movements thatI love you...Now can you smile? Now can you move? No!Therefore I cannot love you...If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reasonfor me to love you anymore. Does love need a reason? NO! Therefore, I still love you...And love doesn't need a reason...When loving someone... never regret what you do...Only regret what you didn't do…
A walk to remember. A colleague of mine sent me this, and i feel good to share:
Lady : Why do you like me? Why do you love me?Guy : I can't tell the reason... But I really likeyou...Lady : You can't even tell me the reason...How can yousay you like me? How can you say you love me?Guy : I really don't know the reason, but I can provethat I love you.Lady : Proof ? No! I want you to tell me the reason.My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her,but not you!Guy : OK...OK !!! Erm...because you are beautiful,because your voice is sweet, because you are caring,because you are loving, because you are thoughtful,because of your smile, because of your movements...Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with anaccident and became comma. The Guy then placed aletter by her side, and here is the content :-
Dearest, Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now canyou talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.Because of your care and concern then I like you...Now that you cannot show them, Therefore I cannot love you.Because of your smile, because of your movements thatI love you...Now can you smile? Now can you move? No!Therefore I cannot love you...If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reasonfor me to love you anymore. Does love need a reason? NO! Therefore, I still love you...And love doesn't need a reason...When loving someone... never regret what you do...Only regret what you didn't do…
RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT NO MORE
I hate to do one thing at early in the morning: have to wake up early and be prepared for a grand meeting with the managing director and other editors and senior editors! for god sake, for sometimes a brief meeting, i had to sacrifice my every precious single minute.
But today, it was a different meeting. At a very first stage, the owner came out with a bonus news, which shocked everybody, but it was wise and fair enuff to everyone. Well for the bonus, i have four main things in my mind, firstly, to give half of it to my mom. Secondly, i wanna buy a new mobile phone, as my motorola always misbehaved and irritated me all the way. Thidly, i will go for some savings and the number four, and foremost, my trip to India! Yeah i will make it happen end of this year. For the first time, my own money, to be spent at a place i never been. but im sure it just heaven on earth.
Second stage, the changes in company structures. Sadly, there will be no Research and Development unit anymore, it will be closed for good, and yet i still dont know what will happen to us the R&D people. and dont know what is the future of my ebaca. sadly we have to walk down and leave, but a year under this unit of course leaves me with so much memories, good and bad. how i started my career in here, from a normal journalist to a resected post, as the editor of this magazine. and how much hard work, fears and tears streaming down my face as i was facing one by one difficulty, it came regularly and challenged me.
I still remember when they handed over ebaca to me, i was a blank person without any knowledge in editing, far more about graphics, mdu, pdf, printing press, circulation, return, sales, promotion and marketing. from zero up to this level, where people can ask me almost anything about my magazine, and im able to explain them because every single information is on my finger tips. every single page in ebaca is actually half me.
I heard that my boss was very upset and she cried as she came out from her room and headed to his car. she is no more r&d boss, shes still doing research but she wll not anymore be my boss and my other colleagues. this is somehow upsets me as well because for me, my boss is a versatile lady who knows her vision, who is smart and see things so particularly. as she observes people and things, she always able to come out with brilliant ideas of producing new magazines, wth various themes. this former architect wants all her tasks to be competed perfectly, wthout any silly mistakes. but what bored us was, her perfect ideas always disturbed our own ideas. and what became worse, she wanted changes on the spot, she made decision directly and she always requested for changes after the pdf process.
but deep in my heart, r&d is really something. this is the place where i fell, again woke up and still walking steadily till now.
I hate to do one thing at early in the morning: have to wake up early and be prepared for a grand meeting with the managing director and other editors and senior editors! for god sake, for sometimes a brief meeting, i had to sacrifice my every precious single minute.
But today, it was a different meeting. At a very first stage, the owner came out with a bonus news, which shocked everybody, but it was wise and fair enuff to everyone. Well for the bonus, i have four main things in my mind, firstly, to give half of it to my mom. Secondly, i wanna buy a new mobile phone, as my motorola always misbehaved and irritated me all the way. Thidly, i will go for some savings and the number four, and foremost, my trip to India! Yeah i will make it happen end of this year. For the first time, my own money, to be spent at a place i never been. but im sure it just heaven on earth.
Second stage, the changes in company structures. Sadly, there will be no Research and Development unit anymore, it will be closed for good, and yet i still dont know what will happen to us the R&D people. and dont know what is the future of my ebaca. sadly we have to walk down and leave, but a year under this unit of course leaves me with so much memories, good and bad. how i started my career in here, from a normal journalist to a resected post, as the editor of this magazine. and how much hard work, fears and tears streaming down my face as i was facing one by one difficulty, it came regularly and challenged me.
I still remember when they handed over ebaca to me, i was a blank person without any knowledge in editing, far more about graphics, mdu, pdf, printing press, circulation, return, sales, promotion and marketing. from zero up to this level, where people can ask me almost anything about my magazine, and im able to explain them because every single information is on my finger tips. every single page in ebaca is actually half me.
I heard that my boss was very upset and she cried as she came out from her room and headed to his car. she is no more r&d boss, shes still doing research but she wll not anymore be my boss and my other colleagues. this is somehow upsets me as well because for me, my boss is a versatile lady who knows her vision, who is smart and see things so particularly. as she observes people and things, she always able to come out with brilliant ideas of producing new magazines, wth various themes. this former architect wants all her tasks to be competed perfectly, wthout any silly mistakes. but what bored us was, her perfect ideas always disturbed our own ideas. and what became worse, she wanted changes on the spot, she made decision directly and she always requested for changes after the pdf process.
but deep in my heart, r&d is really something. this is the place where i fell, again woke up and still walking steadily till now.
