“Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don’t waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.” ~by Og Mandino
The outsole of my old ones are almost wore out which is the great evidence of their DEDICATED service in my past four years of sport life – jogging, squash, basketball and badminton. Credits go down to them. Well done!!
Then, I bought myself a new pair again yesterday, around RM359. I’ve got to do so but still, I feel reluctant to dump away the old shabby ones. Let me be frank, I’ve never thought about to throw them away even after I have got a new pair, nor even when my hubby wanted to chuck them out for me. May be I’ve planted some feeling on it too, just as what I did to my Kendo Kitty.
It’s not completely damaged; it still can be used for some exercise which doesn’t require much heavy work, like jogging. Ow yah, perhaps I can bring them back to my hometown when I back there for vacation. I can put them on when I go jogging with my father - YES!! I will do that.
Hand on my heart, I really love to see my bro's sketches (as well as my sister's). I have an idea of asking him to sketch our picture, in which my hubby is cuddling me close in his arm and I slightly raise my chin. We both look into each other eyes so affectionally, my lips are half opened and so close that almost kissing on his. Wow! What a wonderful image! I should hang it in our new bedroom if he could produce that for us. *giggle*
My next-door neighbour was appealing to me again yesterday when I was there (at our new house) to lock the main entrance and the gate before I went to the class. I do not pass the keys to people who do the renovation for us. Instead, either of us goes there to open and lock the door everyday. Now, the pregnant lady from next door came towards me and explained about her concerns, for second time.
Well, before this, her husband did approach me once to do the same thing. He shared me their concern of flying dust during our new home renovation and I apologized about that and also explained to him that this is definitely unavoidable and hoped he could just bare with us for a few more weeks. He was pretty kind enough for not been arguing on this topic anymore and willing to be kinda tolerant to us. I suppose he knew (or ever experienced) the situation well. Anyhow, I still passed this message to the renovation team, just that they didn’t take any action after that.
You know, pregnant women are tended to be more sensitive, stubborn, and impatient and over-worried as well. They are sometimes behaved in sort of irrational way with less deep thought as though their minds get stuck when hormone changed during their pregnancy. So, was she, I guess.
I was thinking she might not be able to bear with the dust carried by wind flying to her side which made their cars and car porch dirty. She probably also couldn’t stand with her husband who had been choosing to tolerate with us in this case. She was desperate! (I was, too!). Thereby, she approached me when there was a chance yesterday.
Frankly, I was quite pissed off especially there were many things coming after another which I could barely have time to give myself a good rest. I was indeed very tired. Tired of the trouble. Tired of the heavy workload. Tired of the complaints. Tired of when the circumstances of my life seemed more like tempests!
I spoke to my God when I was driving home last night. I prayed for the solution because I was utterly mindless… He was listening. I knew it because I could feel it. “He lets me rest in green meadow; he leads me beside peaceful streams.” – PSALM23:2
He shed me some light - some ideas triggered me and I suddenly figured out what I could do for the next. I called up Mr. Pang (the leader of the renovation team) to voice out this issue and requested him to take it serious. We need to think for their baby. Ow, should be unborn child. (Perhaps, it was me who over-worried this time.) Fortunately, he was thoughtful enough to cooperate with me this time and meantime kept pacifying me. He said we were too nice to our neighbours even though practically nobody would care about this sort of complaints because everyone knows that renovation work usually goes like this. This has been a matter of fact since long time ago.
Well, yeah. He is right. May be we are kind of... *wimpy*
I can’t wait to upload these few (also the only few) pictures which I could barely take during my buddy’s ROM. Some of them were downloaded from her colleague's camera.
Frankly, she looked stunningly gorgeous in her eye-catching makeup and the lovely designed wedding gown with some long tapering tails at the back. She specially ordered it from UK. On top of that, she had twisted some of her long hair into a knot and planted a black flower to it which was perfectly matching with her bright red gown. Wow, how clever!
PS: Too bad that I had got to rush back to JB for my tuition class tonight otherwise I would be rather to stick with her for longer time. Well, I hope we both could get together again soon! Cheers.
Today is my best ever buddy's ROM. She has eventually found herself another better half one whom to spend with for the rest of her life. Eerrrr... So jealous! Ha.
I'm the first arrival guest of hers. Oh my God. Where are the others? I can't spot any familiar face in the crowd. Oh yah, maybe I'm a bit early than the said time. So I call up Mary to check where she is now.
Oops, she is still in the cab, halfway to this restaurant. Ok. I will just hanging around or just sipping my favorite jasmine tea, hmm... it smells sweet... while surfing through my PDA to spend my extra time. She will be here shortly...
I can't stop laughing after seeing my sis' sketches below.
Look at this picture. She depicts her bedroom like a store room with the cockroaches, ants, and mice running around the stacks. And, all the empty bottles scattered at the end of bed as if the bowling bottles. *fainnnnnttttting*
Ok. This piece is about her desperation of uni life. She freaked out with all the deflation and she thought herself was indeed a troublemaker to everyone and felt guilty. Oh my god. Please, my dearest sis. Please do not think in that way! It's in fact NORMAL and everyone is udergoing the same thing in their life, so am I. Remember, fortune knocks once at everyone's door. Who knows you would be the next lucky star?!
