My elder son Feris's Grand Livina advertisement in 2008, one of the several adverts he was involved in.
来自世界任何一个角落的朋友, 祝大家時時開心愉快! To all friends from all over the world, wishing you joy and happiness always! My previous blog www.activegoldengirls.blogspot.com
Friday, 23 January 2015
Feris's Grand Livina advertisement 2008
My elder son Feris's Grand Livina advertisement in 2008, one of the several adverts he was involved in.
Farouk's TM advertisement
My second son, Farouk's Telekom Malaysia advertisement in 2014, one of the many adverts he was involved in.
Tuesday, 20 January 2015
Newborn baby flushed down the toilet like a piece of waste
I watched this several times. This has really shaken me to my core. So glad baby had a happy ending. God, please help him grow into a good person.
Friday, 16 January 2015
Wednesday, 14 January 2015
A useful tip
Because its treatment brings celestial energy to your body, ancient Chinese called this point “The Gate of Heaven,” or Shen Men. Shen Men is a deep, miraculous point that boosts the energy flow, decreases stress and strengthens the overall health of your body.
This acupressure point is also helpful in suppressesing addiction and inflammation, and its treatment stops pain in every part of your body. Massage the Shen men point on your ear to relieve stress. The Gate of heaven or Shen Men is located in the center of the upper third part of your ear.
When you need to inhale turn your head to the left, and when you need to exhale turn your head to the right. You will feel your body calming down.
Sunday, 11 January 2015
Thursday, 8 January 2015
Life is too short to be preoccupied with the past
A friend whom I have not met or talked to at all for the past 10 years contacted me out of the blues. I realized half way through our conversation that other than catching up on old times, she really needed somebody to talk to and probably she thought of me because I had a similar experience. So I did lent her an ear. It was a one-way conversation but I was patient. At the end of the 2 hour telephone call she requested a time to meet and we have a date. She asked me to read her blog which she started to write 8 years ago to know how she feels. Every blog entry was so intense and after reading only a few entries, I was exhausted. I realize that for the past 8 years she had been writing only about "the betrayal"and the many dimensions of her emotional experiences related to it.
I could say that the intensity of my life experiences had not been any less than hers. Fortunately for me the ache and sadness that used to hit me and stopped me in my tacks every now and then, had long since disappeared. Maybe it has become of little significance to me. I hope she would let the past be buried down deep in the abyss of history and not let it affect her emotions anymore. Life is too short for us to be preoccupied with the past.
I could say that the intensity of my life experiences had not been any less than hers. Fortunately for me the ache and sadness that used to hit me and stopped me in my tacks every now and then, had long since disappeared. Maybe it has become of little significance to me. I hope she would let the past be buried down deep in the abyss of history and not let it affect her emotions anymore. Life is too short for us to be preoccupied with the past.
Monday, 22 December 2014
Child labor had dramatically increased in Syria
Child labour isn’t a new phenomenon in Dera’a, in southern Syria, but it has dramatically increased in recent times as families have lost breadwinners due to bombing or clashes. They now look to children to provide support to make ends meet.
"Many of the children who left school have done so because of the harsh conditions in Syria right now. Often it’s because schools were destroyed in shelling and clashes, and I know one child who was forced to work when the family’s breadwinner was killed. The child had to work to pay for a home for him and his family,” Fatima, a teacher at a primary school in the countryside east of Dera’a, told Middle East Eye.
Children who are working take on enormous responsibilities, working long hours, sometimes more than 12 hours per day, and often doing work adults can’t or won’t.
Source: Child-labour-rise-destitute-southern-Syria
Tuesday, 9 December 2014
Why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them? - Rose Kennedy
Tuesday, 2 December 2014
My Rememberer
My forgetter's getting better But my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny But, to me, that is no joke. For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering If I really should be 'there' And, when I try to think it through, I haven't got a prayer! Often times I walk into a room, Say "what am I here for?" I wrack my brain, but all in vain A zero, is my score. | At times I put something away Where it is safe, but, Gee! The person it is safest from Is, generally, me! When shopping I may see someone, Say "Hi" and have a chat, Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, "who was that?" Yes, my forgetter's getting better While my rememberer is broke, And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke. |
Source: http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/aging2b.htm
I'm Fine, How are You?
There's nothing the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as can be
I have arthritis in both knees,And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,
And my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Arch supports I need for my feet.
Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin.
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me, who are growing old.
It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape we are in.
I'm fine, how are you ?
Source: http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/aging2b.htm
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