WHAT WILL IT ALL MEAN

You are in a rush. You need to look good. You get dressed, put on your Manolo and grabbed the first bag you see. You make a dash for the door but backtrack to have a last look in the mirror. You look and say," My my, I do look good if I do say so myself even if it WAS with a bit of help. But girl! That Gucci is SO last season!" Must remember to go shop for some essentials next week ..........a new IT handbag or two, a Cartier ring and maybe, just maybe a new Bvlgari watch.

Your eyes scan the house, something is just not quite right. Your room is the size of a low cost house, you have four rooms not inclusive of the guest's, all with attach. Your car porch parks 5 cars and there is a servant quarter. The kitchen is Italian make, yet you think "what is it that is you need?" Suddenly it hits you....you need a better address!!

You thought you heard some noise while you turned a corner. Your wife thinks you are imagining things. You are kinda sure of it. You think maybe you need to send it in for servicing. On second thought, you think maybe it's time to get a new car, after all this one is 18 months old. You deserve it! The new C-class would be nice if not for a 14 months waiting list!

What will the Gucci clutch, Cartier ring and Bvlgari watch mean to you if you finally got a son after nine years of trying and waiting. True, you have 3 kids; fifteen, twelve and nine, beautiful but they are all girls. And finally your husband has somebody to carry his surname. He is so small, fragile and precious, there is no way you are going to let the maid take care of him. Your husband and you decided that your sister would be the best person to babysit. After four blissful years, your son is now almost a man. You drop him at your sister's place as usual before going to work. You bid him goodbye not knowing it will be for good. You wish you had cast a longer look at him, hug him a little tighter if you knew he would run out of the house to greet his cousin only to be met by a oncoming school bus, dying on the spot.

What would a better address mean to you if your husband was dying of cancer in his forties. His dying wish was to have his ashes scattered in the Ganges river. A year later you have finally come to terms with his death. You and your family decided to go to India to fulfill your husband"s final wish. Your entourage includes yourself, your fifteen year old son, twelve year old daughter, your uncle and a few other relatives. You all say your prayers while the ashes are being scattered. You all were walking back to the hotel after the ceremony and a bus comes and kills your fifteen old son. What will anything mean after that!

What will a Mercedes Benz mean to you if you reversed your car and killed your 5 year old child. Your family forgives you but you cannot never forgive yourself. Guilt then becomes a disease that doesn't kill but consume you day and night, rotting you from the inside.

Life is such.....these are all true stories. Tragic it may be but life goes on. The first lady went on with life, the husband did not speak to her sister for a while. They seek comfort in each other and their three beautiful daughters. One fine day 5 years later, she had a call from a lady who used to work as their maid. There is a child she has been babysitting and the mom has not come visit for 6 months. She is about to give the child up to the police, UNLESS the family want the boy. So husband and wife went to see the child in an Indonesian squatter neighbourhood, and by evening they had a son again.

Sometimes things happen and you ask why, why me?? Well it is not just you.

SPRING I LOVE

I went through all designers from A to C featured in the 2010 spring ready-to-wear collection; a grand total of about 80 designers and almost 2500 designs. And these are what I loved.

ALL UNDER ONE ROOF

Some people come into your life without warning or being invited. If you did not welcome them, you will not realize what you will miss. One of them was my firstborn almost 20 years ago. Despite the precautions we took, he had to enter our life. He was a bundle of joy to us but not for long. We look back at those 19 plus years and say no regret, or we should we say too late to regret. I think he is a bright and intelligent but not as bright or as intelligent as he thinks. He is kind, thoughtful and well mannered but he has yet to make us proud.

Another was our dog. Without invitation, he walked into our home and life on that fateful day of the eclipse 2009......tiny, black and hopeful. Not a dog lover, we were full of reluctance but those endearing eyes just melted our heart away. He is bright and intelligent (more than he knows). Confident and mild mannered, we cannot help being proud of him.

My eldest daughter is the only one who came as planned. Even her birth date was predetermined. We were so eager to receive her that we forced her into this world prematurely. We will never know if this has affected her permanently. She is one person who is full of contradictions. She is gangly yet graceful. flat footed yet not, she is quiet yet noisy, beautiful yet ugly. Chinese yet her lips say she is black.

This is the difficult one. A wise person once said, if you think things can't get worse, its only probably you lack sufficient imagination. Well, we had no imagination at all when we took our adopted son in. The first three years were the most difficult part of our life. Its like picking a boy out of all wilderness. He was lost, oblivious and stupid (I think he still is). After almost four year of teaching, nurturing and repeated killing, there is only a trace of the old him. In this case, I have to say I am proud of us.

The baby of the family was the reluctant one. We tried having her for a long time before she decided to join us. She has grown into a mature, pretty young lady. She is however too precocious, too outgoing and has hormone oozing out of her every pore. We have decided to put her and not the dog on the leash. The only thing bigger than her personality is her nose.

This one came into our home on the pretension of looking for a job. She is one hell of a character and bigger hell of a driver. She is one who gets under your skin and burrow her way deep into the heart, whether you like it or not. Although our life may not crumble without her, our house definitely will.

Then there is one who actually had the privilege of receiving us into our new house. Jobless and penniless at that time she has decided to be part of our family. She is one who has a great need to love and be loved. She can be spontaneous and rash at times, to the point of causing many to worry. But these exact qualities and the air of naivety about her is what makes her fresh, and beautiful inside out.

And there are those who entered our life because they know somebody who know somebody. They had the connection, and that connection was love. Some came in timid, shy, unsure of herself and more unsure of us. Then there are those who were comfortable from the word go.

Its true, without us, there is no them

Without them, there will be no worries, headache or heartbreak

Without them, there will be no pain, quarrels and squabbles

But without them, there will be no joy or laughter

No home-cooked food or air of festivity

There will be no live music or spontaneity

Without them, we will not learn about patience, hope and second chances

Without them we will not know the true meaning of giving and forgiving

Without them, we will not be able to build a foundation

And try to pass on a legacy

Without them, the house will not be a home

Without them, the backyard will not be our playground

Our hard work and reason for living will amount to nothing

Without them, LOVE will not multiply. XXXXXXX

(P/S. Feel like joining us?....... take a number!

THE GOOD OLD DAYS

In the good old days, the only definition of pressure we know is "force per unit area". In the good old days life was simple. Black was black and white was white; with no shades of gray, and TV programmes were made interesting by cumi and ciki. Those were the days when choices were not in our option, a letter IS the mail, and friends doesn't come in a box-set.

In the good old days, we knew our neighbours, and they know us. In the good old days, life had its own set ways. TV programmes did not start till 4 pm and ended at 11 sharp. Our superhero was P. Ramlee. RTM was MTV, and 'siaran tergendala' was equivalent to 'whatever!'. In those days, when we had music videos, people had their clothes on.

In the good old days, there were no Monday blues and no TGI Friday because monotony ruled with an iron fist! Everyday was same old, same old. In the good old days, watching NoorKumalasari and Sudirman on Hiburan Minggu Ini was the highlight of our week, second only to the Donny and Marie show.

In the good old days, mom brought their kids up single handedly, mom multitasked even before the word existed and mom always knows best. Those were the days when characters like Fonzy were frowned upon and Casper would have scared the hell out of us.

But those were the days. We can't turn back time and am not sure we want to. Now kids are brought up with self help books, finding a virgin is more difficult than finding betamax, Fifty Cent is a name and not half a dollar. Now fame does not even last 15 minutes, reality is a commodity to be sold to cable TV and diaries are meant to be opened and read by everyone!! Welcome to the blogging world Betty!!

APOLOGY NOT ACCEPTED

According to wikipedia, marriage is a social union between TWO individuals.......this usually means two single, available and reasonably aged persons. Civil marriage is a legal concept of marriage. However, this is usually never enough for both parties and more so for the parents of the bride and groom. Therefore there must be a wedding, which in true sense is the celebration of a marriage.

There is no doubt that many believe in marriages. All it needs to bind this two individuals is love, honesty and good sex but once the proposal is accepted, people lose all perspective what a marriage is meant to be before it even started. Of course not everyone, but definitely more than just a hand full do not understand the sanctity of marriage; Ashley Cole, John Terry, Tiger Woods, a certain previous adidas CEO and Daphne Iking to name a few. Almost all cultures that recognize marriage (are there cultures that dont recognize marriage, esp. if the are of different sex?) also recognize that adultery is a violation of the term of marriage. Adultery is one of the worst type of betrayal. Its like having someone stabbing you from behind into your heart and out and back into your gallbladder, spilling your bile. To say that it will leave the victim in anguish, sadness, despair, anger and since your gallbladder is punctured; bitterness will be an understatement. I will never be able to begin to understand the emotions the victims (can I call them victims?) go through.

From what I heard ......sounds better than 'what I read', Ashley Cole has now been exposed to not only sending lewd pictures of himself but has had 4 girls claiming to have slept with him in recent months. Of course that is "sup sup soi" if you compare to Tiger Woods. He has had 12 women claiming to be his mistresses, had orgies with 50 prostitutes and his excuse is he has worked hard all his life!! He felt he was entitled to it.

In all eventuality, the person cheating will come up with an apology. If you are a celebrity, it usually will be a public statement or an Oprah interview. For Tiger, it took him 4 months to resurface from his absence from life to give a 15 minute' deeply sorry' statement.....probably written by his PR people. He begged for forgiveness from his wife, family and business associates.

Well, apology not accepted! I am speaking on behalf of all your social conscious fans. I want to tell that to your wife too. Let it be known that all women or men who have been betrayed are entitled to revenge.......as divorce may leave you feeling empty, and money is not or never enough. Being a Chinese and having watched so many sword fighting shows, revenge is always a must. Revenge does not have to be violent, it does not have to be immediate, and does not have to be legal!

I think the suing of the OM (other man as opposed to OW..other woman) by this Ryan guy, previously married to Daphne Iking is ingenious. It does not say much but will spills a lot in due time.

Being inventive with revenge is difficult and executing it to perfection may seem impossible. But revenge is best served cold. Therefore time is on your side. I once advised a girlfriend of my friend who had an affair to loosen the seams of all his pants at the crotch area. I think my ultimate revenge is to go for holiday together, maybe during winter, to lets say Saskatchewan. The weather will be perfect -20. Then after a good love making session, drug him, leave him naked, paint his nails in shocking pink (no need OPI), with or without makeup (your choice) and leave with everything.......his clothes, his passport, his money, his credit cards, the hotel towels and bath robe. Do remember to cut the internal phone lines and switch off the heater on the way out.....to bahamas!

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