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It is much pleasure to prepare foods for our beloved and feel the luxury of holiday time at home. Seeing Moms enjoying the hard work's fruits is more rewarding than many other things

But though i don't dare to look at facebook as that might make me feel sad looking at my friends' families and their chidlren, many neighbours came with their children and all the cutiest things that make me crazy for having kids of my own. oh well, this incident made my holiday half ful lol.

Life seems teasing me when the men i like either do not want children or can not have children. time passes by so fast, hope after hope, disappointment after disappointment but thankfully that new days still come with new hopes.

Anyway, prepared for the worst, ready for the possible and hope for the best

I'm not going to elaborate what an unpleasant and irritating experience it is to be around pretentious people.

The worst part is that they think you believe their charade.

Well do you know how to say it without being too obnoxious that you know they are liars?

Note: I personally cut off those kinds of people. Avoid them like plague. No explanation or inviting a pose for apologies.

We're going to attend a wedding in Hawaii and it's a family thing. Now I heard from my cousin whose the bride's mother that this person whom I can't stand around me is also a god mother meaning we'll be in the same table, etc etc.

(She once asked my children why we've become cold with them but she clamped and said nothing, acted innocent and being polite). I'm actually thinking of either tell her about her lies or cancel my attendance, either one is a difficult decision.

What would you do?

Thanks all for your read or comments.

ELDERS ABUSE AND NEGLECT

I’ve just read an article about abuses and neglects of helpless elders. It’s heart breaking, they are our mother, our father, our aunts, uncles and neighbors. Why many people have turned their back and forgot their elders?

Are they that busy…is it cultural ? or is it selfishness?

I came from a society where in general , parents raise their children with love and taught them how to love and care for their elders and that one day it's our turn to take care of them. With some exceptions, we don’t leave them in “home “ for the aged and let others professionally “care” them . NO, we love our elders and do our best to care them and make them feel so loved. We take our aunts and uncles in our home if they have no kids to care them, even our friends and neighbors. We feel it’s our turn to care and love them as they cared us when we weren’t able to look after ourselves.

Until their last days, we look up to them, they remain to be the king and queen of our household…not a resident of any care facilities.
I love and respect my elders.

I know with all my heart that my son will do the same for me one day.

I don't normally write about my personal life but today was my daughters graduation and I'm feel so proud about her I want to shout it out to the world. My little devil is growing so quickly. She will now be studying aboard and I will miss her but mums always do what is best for their kids..

i thought we are a perfect match. He promised noone will make me as happy as he can.

Everything went on smoothly ultil after we both declared our coming wedding and sent out invitations. the preparation aroused many arguments and sadness, even silence.

Now I am so confused and unsecured. the questions like is this decision a right one? are we meant for each other? should we reconsider this marriage? how to deal with all the set wedding arrangements? how to deal with family, colleagues, friends.... keep coming up and chasing my mind

what should i do?

Why Hate
Why not Love
Why fight
Why not Friendly
Why Criticized :: ::
Why not Favorable
Why Became Enemy
Why not Become Brotherly
What Happened To My Bloggers Family.
Forgive nd Bring Love To Each other.
I am Very Worried About the Bloggers Family.

Why I am supporting my president on death penalty to the drug dealer....?

Here is my view for those who is busy in criticizing my decision :

1. Indonesia is a rich country naturally. With 300 million population, it is good market for the drug dealer better than China and India even China or India has bigger population number.

2. Geographically, since Indonesia has more than 130.000 Islands, it is easier for the drug dealer to enter the country from many directions to smuggle the drug as Indonesia doesn’t have enough army and police to cover the entire country. While India and China are having 1 big main island and small island here and there.

3. We learn from the case of illegal fishing problem (Illegal fishermen from foreign countries who fishing illegally (steal our fist) in Indonesia sea territory) caused Indonesia lost USD 25 Billion every year. We have policy to bombing every single illegal ship that enter our ocean territory illegally and put the fishermen (most of them don’t even know that their ship is illegal) in jail. The purpose of it is to give the deterrent effect to other and to make them think 100x before they do stealing fishes in our ocean.

4. My personal experience when a smuggler hit the head of Amorthep using a big axe with cold blood (we were just 19 years old) and she could lost her life if we were late to find her. Thanks that the police arrested him. We met in the court and he did and beg mercy from the judge with poor face for not having long period of penalty and he got 3 years in jail. 3 years later he again did worse criminal and even killed the victim. The court sent him to death penalty as he killed planned with cold blood and cruel…

So, sad story about the dealer doesn't work for me. Every criminal will show their poor face to the world, especially the drug dealer. They spread the sympathy for not having death penalty but is there ANYBODY can guarantee that they would STOP the business? Can the government of their country of origin could guarantee that his citizens would never come back to sell drug in Indonesia? What kind of punishment they would give to the drug dealer if Indonesia agree to have extradition policy with them?

5. Putting them in jail (alive) is not stopping them in doing drug business EVEN from inside the jail. Silvester Obiekwe (foreigner), Fredy are 2 of those king of drug dealer who operate the drug distribution from inside the jail…. Not to mention how many people they kill in the operational of drug distribution. JAIL DOESN’T STOP THEM !!!

6. The fact that only with 5 gr of drug could kill one man, how many men would be killed when 1 dealer smuggling over 10 kgs and please have a look this article if you want to know how much drug they smuggle to Indonesia.

http://posmetroglobal.co.id/baca/inilah-usaha-sindikat-masukan-narkoba-ke-indonesia/

7. Death Penalty is necessary for Indonesia to give the deterrent effect to other foreigner as well as local drug dealers. As long as we keep this death penalty policy, we expect they erase Indonesia as their market.

8. Please see this picture and imagine if she is your daughter, sister, friend, good friend, niece, grand daughter, neighbor... will you say " please do not give death penalty to the people who has succeeded supplying drug to her...." ?



I hope my justification would make you understand why I am in my position with my president to keep the death penalty for drug dealer.

I turned up at the address with the boiler I was delivering and a man who looked like he was in his late 60s answered the door. He had bright orange lips that glistened and his mouth was hurrying to get rid of the last remnants of whatever he’d been eating. I asked him where he would like me to leave his boiler; whereon he pointed to a door along the hallway and said, “in there, but are you squeamish?”

I’m not particularly squeamish but I was reluctant to commit myself before knowing exactly what I would be encountering behind that door. Before the look of uncertainty had left my face he went on to explain that his wife had recently died and was in the room where he wanted me to put the boiler. Quite a few possible scenarios darted through my mind in the short interval before he revealed that it was merely his wife’s ashes that were residing in the room.

Now if he hadn’t said anything about his late wife being in that room I would have been in and back out again without noticing a thing, other than how untidy the room was. But, knowing she was in there, obviously the first thing I did on entering was to scour the room for her. Even then it took longer than I would have expected to find her. It turned out that she was on a coffee table in a little wooden box, blending in with all the other clutter. I don’t even think I would have realised that it was her had there not been some sort of bereavement card propped against her box.

I put the boiler down in one of the few spaces in the room where it would fit and then went into the kitchen, where I put the delivery note down on the worktop next to the plate covered in baked bean residue, which explained the orange lips, and asked the man to sign it. I couldn’t help noticing how cheerful the man’s demeanour was for someone who had very recently lost his wife. I speculated to myself that perhaps the man’s wife disapproved of baked beans while he rather liked them and his new found freedom to indulge himself more than compensated for his loss.

Just as an incidental observation regarding my squeamishness; I found the remains of the man’s lunch on that sauce smeared plate a lot more off putting than those of his wife.

There's some weird stuff happening in UK schools and the Daily Mail has got very overexcited about it. I know it's a long blog. You can skip to the last paragraph.

The link is at the bottom of the blog but because it's the Daily Mail, and wants to make you OUTRAGED, a bit of context first ...

There's an 8 year old boy who wants to be a girl. He wants it so badly that his parents are on board with it (man, I hope some serious counselling and thought has gone into this, but the Mail ain't saying) and he's going to be starting sex-change drugs now, before puberty. The school authorities know and are being fully supportive. They even had an organization called Mermaid come in to talk about it in general terms.

(Hang on, this is so common there's an organization?? oh yes. Government funded, AND a 500K lottery grant. Yeah, I was taken aback too )

The Mail angle is that the school vicar, while on board with the sex-change, has clashed with the school over one issue so badly that he's resigned. The kid's parents, and the school, want it to be as low-key and uncontroversial as possible. Victor (not his name) will, as Victoria, use the female loos and be called she, move along folks, nothing to see here.

The vicar wants all the other parents of all the other kids to be told. Well, we all know the average parent will be supportive, will tell their own kids to take it in their stride and not give it a second thought.

I can see both points of view but then that is my curse

Here's that link, prepare to be stirred to your boots, eh?

The Mail being the Mail strongly implies the school is doing it and the kid's own parents don't know. That is Fake News. Oh and turns out the drugs aren't changing his sex just delaying puberty. Well, that's the Daily Mail for you. Read by 23.5 million people every month, too.

Colour me puzzled that there are so many kids who, before puberty, are so convinced they are the wrong gender they know it is right to change. And is it right to change? What's so bad about spending childhood being androgynous, wearing jeans and t-shirts and not confronted with having to wear frills or have skinned knees ... I was a bit of a tomboy. In retrospect, man I would not be happy now to have been hurried along the road to make a decision to change to a boy. My younger brother, frankly, a bit of a sissy as a kid. Cried every time I knocked him over, that sort of thing. Ditto.



edited this blog to say I finally got round to looking at some statistics and turns out one baby in up to 2000 births is born with "atypical" genitalia. There's a comment on the 2nd page with more detail on that. That's a small percentage, sure, but in big populations a surprising number of people where the boy/girl line is definitely blurred.

40 years ago i was 9 years old, a young lad full of life, but from the age of 9 I saw my mum and dad fight quite often over a period of 10 years. Those fights were because my dad was having affairs and when mum would confront him he would beat her, and on one occasion I watched him floor her and kick her in the stomach breaking 3 of her ribs.

Those visions have stayed with me but I tried to bury them,and though I had. One women in particular that my dad had an affair with for 10 years, he ended up marrying. This women would call our house 3 times a day for 7 years, we changed our number but she always found it. She even spoke to me one day and said she was my dads wife, I was 10. She even told my mum she was having his baby. My mum stuck it out until the last son left home, me, at 21. She then threw dad out and after 2 years he married this evil woman who made my childhood hell, as well as my mums.

My dad told me he was leaving, I looked at him and said good, that was in 1981..I never saw him again. He died of cancer and on his last dieing day he called out my name many times, but I was no wear to be seen.

From what I hear from my brothers his 2nd wife wanted him stuffed because she could not bare to be without him, yes a nutty women. My dad died in 1995 and that was a relief for me and it was time to forget. My mum had endured hell, yet she never complained, she was the best mother anyone could wish for. She died of cancer 5 years ago, and i remember vividly one day walking into her house, she was staring out the window, knowing she had weeks to live, she was looking back at her life, as she turned to met I knew what was going through her mind.

I will never forgive my dad or that women for why they put us through.

This morning i had a friend request on Facebook from someone called Paul Shamu.so i was curious and accepted...iI was in shock when I saw who it was..it was this women who had made my life a misery...she had remarried but she had posted photos of my dad and her on holiday in the 80's..when he was still with mum..perosnal photos of my dads brothers.. so many things.

I could not believe my eyes..and why was she doing this..40 yrs later...I used Facebook to vent what had been boiling all those years on her FB page..she denied everything..her response was..it takes two.

What and why did she do this, she was not content in making my life a misery in my youth..to now rub it in 40 years later...

should I forgive ?