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Sorry, This is late coming.... Our Friend has died....
So sorry, I'm just reporting this, but Keys died on January 29th in hospice.
It´s easier to say "Yes"
It´s easier to say "yes" and most of the times we say "yes" because we don´t want to hurt someone´s feelings.
the problem with saying "yes" to everyone may have already left you trapped with almost no time to yourself. You may have said "yes" to helping your friend to fix his car, "yes" to helping your boss manage a new project, "yes" to helping your significant other paint his apartment, "yes" to take your wife to the hair stylist, etc etc. How can we avoid this sensation of feeling bad when we say "no"? How can they understand that we can´t please everyone?
the problem with saying "yes" to everyone may have already left you trapped with almost no time to yourself. You may have said "yes" to helping your friend to fix his car, "yes" to helping your boss manage a new project, "yes" to helping your significant other paint his apartment, "yes" to take your wife to the hair stylist, etc etc. How can we avoid this sensation of feeling bad when we say "no"? How can they understand that we can´t please everyone?
A short story about Dad
Now let's see what happened then ...
At first, Dad saw it with a bit curious, then asked "what is this?"
"It's a cartoon toy, a mouse. Is it cute?" WIth mo answer, Dad watched it again seemed no interested in it. but we thought the mouse looked lovely. Its size is good for hold by hand. I put it on Dad 's bed. After seconds, he picked it up, and threw away on the floor beyond my expectation. I picked up again and threw it back to him.the poor mouse was fallen down on floor again and again and ...
I laughed loud, Dad got a bit annoyed, but not really mean it. He just didn't like the grey mouse on his bed, and I wanted him doing some exercise, so we repeated this Toss games till he felt tired ...
Watching on this, my sister said; "Now I know why Dad neve bought dolls for me when I was a kid. coz he didn't like them at all!"
She felt sorry that Dad only bought wind-up toys for her. Also felt sad that 10 years later, when all her toys ( still in good condition ) transfered to me, all were broken down by me. My naive and curious ruined them, I thought I could restore them again, but the restoration never happend, and end up of a pile of messy parts there and sister 's grumble ... 
In my old memory, once Dad bought an air balloon for me along the street. I wanted to take it back home to play, but unfortunately the balloon was blown away from my small hand over a bridge when we walked home. The balloon belonged to me just 5 mins.
As Dad refused to buy a new one, my dream of playing was gone. Gone With The Wind !! Now the grey mouse was accompanyed by Miss hedgehog.They are together sitting there, Hope he is not boring at my home ...
By the way, would anyone know the name of the grey mouse? Thanks!
Real Man, True Love
Everyone kept looking and talking about them, more exactly about him. finally, they deserve what they have been longing for, true love and marriage life.
There she went my buddy, to the States, to her new home, new life. my heart nearly stopped beating when i listened to her husband's sharing and her stories of how they found and grew love from this website into a a realized dream, how they came to the believe that love is true. Every detail, everything happened as a heavenly magic.
It is true love that transforms people's lives. the real man makes other women envious of his woman instead of his woman to be envious of others. My buddy found him and when will I?
There are 2 schools of thoughts arguing within me now. 1 says just relax, let it come without notice, the other says stay away from non-marriage minded men. well, trying not to be so obsessed by finding love but the damn love-abundant heart keeps asking me the same old question again and again lol.
If there is a mighty power or positive energy surrounding me that is created by what I have generated into the universe, Please hear my prayer, my wish to bring us together as one forever :)
There she went my buddy, to the States, to her new home, new life. my heart nearly stopped beating when i listened to her husband's sharing and her stories of how they found and grew love from this website into a a realized dream, how they came to the believe that love is true. Every detail, everything happened as a heavenly magic.
It is true love that transforms people's lives. the real man makes other women envious of his woman instead of his woman to be envious of others. My buddy found him and when will I?
There are 2 schools of thoughts arguing within me now. 1 says just relax, let it come without notice, the other says stay away from non-marriage minded men. well, trying not to be so obsessed by finding love but the damn love-abundant heart keeps asking me the same old question again and again lol.
If there is a mighty power or positive energy surrounding me that is created by what I have generated into the universe, Please hear my prayer, my wish to bring us together as one forever :)
A valuable lesson for the ladies.
She had been on the dating site for several months now, and had been planning to write a blog which unbeknownst to her would change things forever. There were several topics of interest to her, as she often liked to lounge around on the couch sensuously reading books. Sometimes the books would get covered in squished up strawberries much to the chagrin of the library staff but that's a story for another time.
Architecture in Sweden was a favourite subject of hers and so off she went, all this crap about surfeits and architraves or something. It really was of little interest, but she knew deep down that this was exactly the right bait to get the response she was after.
She couldn't eat or sleep properly, and kept checking the blog anxiously. Around three in the afternoon, it appeared. "I wouldnt worry too much about that, really". She paced up and down the hallway like a cage tiger, in complete disbelief. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life, but she had to check it out more thoroughly. So she got her grandmothers spectacles and put them on, but they just made everything big and wobbly and gave her a headache.
In bed later that night, she had a fitfull sleep, worrying about if he had started worrying about something else. So she set her alarm for 5am, to get up early and see. Fortunately, there was a rather boring blog about some aristocracy in some far flung place where they make tyres probably, and to her sheer delight there it was for all to see "Yeah,nah, not really worried". There was a take home message but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
Architecture in Sweden was a favourite subject of hers and so off she went, all this crap about surfeits and architraves or something. It really was of little interest, but she knew deep down that this was exactly the right bait to get the response she was after.
She couldn't eat or sleep properly, and kept checking the blog anxiously. Around three in the afternoon, it appeared. "I wouldnt worry too much about that, really". She paced up and down the hallway like a cage tiger, in complete disbelief. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life, but she had to check it out more thoroughly. So she got her grandmothers spectacles and put them on, but they just made everything big and wobbly and gave her a headache.
In bed later that night, she had a fitfull sleep, worrying about if he had started worrying about something else. So she set her alarm for 5am, to get up early and see. Fortunately, there was a rather boring blog about some aristocracy in some far flung place where they make tyres probably, and to her sheer delight there it was for all to see "Yeah,nah, not really worried". There was a take home message but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
We are bound together
This is always a good memories for me as time goes by.
I was born in one summer. as mom had a weak body, I was a premature infant. Very different from my sister's early stage(she had a full-time maid for 5 yrs).I was brought up by my dad. So after 42 days, when mom went to work,I was taken by dad to my nursery every day. As they realized that an intimate family relationship should be came from their own emotion payments...
The vehicle of us was dad's bike which was 28 inche, "blue Ridge" brand with black color. As I was too small to sit up at that moment, Dad prepared a small leather suitcase( removed the lid )as my cradle which was tied on the backseat of his bike and let me sleep inside.It was really an adventure, short trip for us, the law of traffic not allowed bike carrying a person in the street, a traffic police did find me one day. A tiny baby in the suitcase!
There was no doubt dad had to attend a short-term traffic law courses at weekends before the police retuned his bike to him. But how could we do next? Dad had to choose another small road which no cop there and I was still on his bike. 
Luckily it was not a long distance between home and their plant,then I could sit up before the winter came. A small bamboo weaving chair was installed on the tripod of the bike.I sat on in front safe and comfortble.just liked a chicken under the wings of dad.I could look forward and both sides freely.My eyes more sharper than dad at that time, always alerted dad to get off the bike before the cop saw us. As time passed by, the small bamboo chair was replaced to a small self-made wooden pad to let my feet freed from that chair,later on I was big enough to sit on the tripod directly. Dad continued taking me to my kindergarten with his bike every day. We are trinity looked like. 
I remember there were two bells on the handlebar which brought me lots of fun; The left one was a single bell which sounded dull and weak,the right one was a double bell which sounded loud and strong. I was delighted to rang them,if not in urgent,I rang the left one,the right one was for those who was hard of hearing person. So I was always busy with the two bells. And then the dynamo-powered lamp on his bike was a magic to me ...
After many years from now, each time when I was riding on my bike outside,these sweet memories are vivied again; How he protected me from falling down when teached me riding bike. How the first time he guided me riding out in the street... Now my dad are getting older , it's time for me to accompany with him in his journey of life no matter what difficulty it would, We are two persons family which was bounded not only blood but also emotion which we are created years ago.
Dad, please accept my hugs and kisses in this special Father's day once more. I love you, Dad !
Thanks for reading,with my best regards to you!
I was born in one summer. as mom had a weak body, I was a premature infant. Very different from my sister's early stage(she had a full-time maid for 5 yrs).I was brought up by my dad. So after 42 days, when mom went to work,I was taken by dad to my nursery every day. As they realized that an intimate family relationship should be came from their own emotion payments...
The vehicle of us was dad's bike which was 28 inche, "blue Ridge" brand with black color. As I was too small to sit up at that moment, Dad prepared a small leather suitcase( removed the lid )as my cradle which was tied on the backseat of his bike and let me sleep inside.It was really an adventure, short trip for us, the law of traffic not allowed bike carrying a person in the street, a traffic police did find me one day. A tiny baby in the suitcase!
There was no doubt dad had to attend a short-term traffic law courses at weekends before the police retuned his bike to him. But how could we do next? Dad had to choose another small road which no cop there and I was still on his bike. Luckily it was not a long distance between home and their plant,then I could sit up before the winter came. A small bamboo weaving chair was installed on the tripod of the bike.I sat on in front safe and comfortble.just liked a chicken under the wings of dad.I could look forward and both sides freely.My eyes more sharper than dad at that time, always alerted dad to get off the bike before the cop saw us.
As time passed by, the small bamboo chair was replaced to a small self-made wooden pad to let my feet freed from that chair,later on I was big enough to sit on the tripod directly. Dad continued taking me to my kindergarten with his bike every day. We are trinity looked like. I remember there were two bells on the handlebar which brought me lots of fun; The left one was a single bell which sounded dull and weak,the right one was a double bell which sounded loud and strong. I was delighted to rang them,if not in urgent,I rang the left one,the right one was for those who was hard of hearing person. So I was always busy with the two bells. And then the dynamo-powered lamp on his bike was a magic to me ...
After many years from now, each time when I was riding on my bike outside,these sweet memories are vivied again; How he protected me from falling down when teached me riding bike. How the first time he guided me riding out in the street... Now my dad are getting older , it's time for me to accompany with him in his journey of life no matter what difficulty it would, We are two persons family which was bounded not only blood but also emotion which we are created years ago.
Dad, please accept my hugs and kisses in this special Father's day once more. I love you, Dad !
Thanks for reading,with my best regards to you!
Happiness
Not many pictures as of now to post. Exhausted. Relieved. One down, three more to go.
Three sisters and a friend. The bride and her maids.
Hindu bride in her first saree.
Hair.
Second saree presented by the groom along with a gold necklace called Thali. The red dot on her forehead and the necklace are the symbols of a married woman.
I didn't know what was happening and what anything meant. I just did what I was asked to do. It was a brand new experience with another religion.
I asked my other daughters not to marry a Hindu nor go with any rituals. I can not handle those. One was more than enough.
But never say never. I am a mother. I will do anything for them if that is what they want.
Giving away the bride.
Three sisters and a friend. The bride and her maids.
Hindu bride in her first saree.
Hair.
Second saree presented by the groom along with a gold necklace called Thali. The red dot on her forehead and the necklace are the symbols of a married woman.
I didn't know what was happening and what anything meant. I just did what I was asked to do. It was a brand new experience with another religion.
I asked my other daughters not to marry a Hindu nor go with any rituals. I can not handle those. One was more than enough.
But never say never. I am a mother. I will do anything for them if that is what they want.
Giving away the bride.
THANK LIFE :heartwings:
Finally, Mom's leg was better enough to have a wonderful celebration. Never had I seen her smile all day long like that 
Big big thanks to my buddies, adopted parents and siblings, neighbours, relatives and wishes, prays for making her day
and obviously mine too.
Lots of flowers, wishes and smiles yet tons of requests that i should stop being too picky and get married as soon as possible to make Mom happy, thus, i had to make a promise to try to make a family within this year... very challenging task! Please give me good luck almighty lol.
Tiring happy day is over now but thanks so much life for giving me such a great Mom and all the people around. Thank You
Big big thanks to my buddies, adopted parents and siblings, neighbours, relatives and wishes, prays for making her day
and obviously mine too.Lots of flowers, wishes and smiles yet tons of requests that i should stop being too picky and get married as soon as possible to make Mom happy, thus, i had to make a promise to try to make a family within this year... very challenging task! Please give me good luck almighty lol.
Tiring happy day is over now but thanks so much life for giving me such a great Mom and all the people around. Thank You
2017 - I do miss this site....
I have been on this site for many years now on and off of course. I got very addicted when I first started joining the blogs back in 2009, made heaps of lovely cyber friends here and just loved. It was like another place for me to come to in my own little world and interact with everyone that I had never met in person but yet could have this laugh and interesting conversation going...What a cool world!!!
THen I left in 2012, and make a quick peek here every now then. Several times I just came in to say Hi to everybody and off again into my real world out there somewhere - God knows!!
And today, I am sitting here now, read through the blogs. So many have changed., The layout of this site itself has changed. Read through the blogs and came across the few that were here back then when I was still alive and active on the blogs.
Year 2017, - it is always nice to have a place where one could come to and just read and interact with others from all over the world and I will try and stick it out here again for a while....that is if I am welcome back lol...
Anyway, all the best in 2007,,,,
THen I left in 2012, and make a quick peek here every now then. Several times I just came in to say Hi to everybody and off again into my real world out there somewhere - God knows!!
And today, I am sitting here now, read through the blogs. So many have changed., The layout of this site itself has changed. Read through the blogs and came across the few that were here back then when I was still alive and active on the blogs.
Year 2017, - it is always nice to have a place where one could come to and just read and interact with others from all over the world and I will try and stick it out here again for a while....that is if I am welcome back lol...
Anyway, all the best in 2007,,,,
How much longer
I grew up slightly wistful that I wouldn't see the year 2000. It wasn't because I couldn't imagine being that old, I just knew I wouldn't. At 2 minutes to midnight, Dec 31st 1999, hectic street party, someone fired a shot in my direction and I thought oh, riiiight. Then I thought hang on, am I dead or not?
So it has been unexpected borrowed time since then, and the last couple of years have been particularly brilliant. But how much longer before that bullet finally catches up?
I come from a family which roars into the eighties before starting to falter, but that thought horrifies me. I don't want to get old (too late, too late, would be the chorus from most on this website) but when does old actually start?
First signs of losing of the memory or mind? If I have, I haven't noticed. You'd tell me, right?
First aches and pains and groaning when you get up (or sit down)? Touch wood, still leaping around like a flea (especially when cramp attacks during that morning stretch, but that's not age, has had me dancing a morning fandango for years)
First time you get a chance to go out with someone hot and think hmm, rather stay home and read a book?
I have friends younger than me with arthritis and aching joints, yikes. I have friends 10 years older who insist life gets better and better. Luck of the draw, but I do know I don't want to get old. I long since told my daughter if anything abruptly happens and I'm gone, she must remember I'd have been surprised but ultimately downright relieved.
I just wondered when, apart from having a bloody birthday, one realizes "hell I am OLD". Anyone got an opinion?
So it has been unexpected borrowed time since then, and the last couple of years have been particularly brilliant. But how much longer before that bullet finally catches up?
I come from a family which roars into the eighties before starting to falter, but that thought horrifies me. I don't want to get old (too late, too late, would be the chorus from most on this website) but when does old actually start?
First signs of losing of the memory or mind? If I have, I haven't noticed. You'd tell me, right?
First aches and pains and groaning when you get up (or sit down)? Touch wood, still leaping around like a flea (especially when cramp attacks during that morning stretch, but that's not age, has had me dancing a morning fandango for years)
First time you get a chance to go out with someone hot and think hmm, rather stay home and read a book?
I have friends younger than me with arthritis and aching joints, yikes. I have friends 10 years older who insist life gets better and better. Luck of the draw, but I do know I don't want to get old. I long since told my daughter if anything abruptly happens and I'm gone, she must remember I'd have been surprised but ultimately downright relieved.
I just wondered when, apart from having a bloody birthday, one realizes "hell I am OLD". Anyone got an opinion?
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