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CELEBRATING THE 40'S

2009-06-29T03:54:00.000-07:00

Farah Fawcett died at the age of 62 last Thursday.
There was rumor flying around before that that he and Ryan O'neal was finally going to get married. That was so sad.

Then Michael Jackson, yes THE Michael Jackson passed away due to heart condition. There was another rumor about him converting to Islam. Did he die as a muslim? Only god knows. His death is being mourned all over the world.

But something they shared is still alive. They both left the people in their 40s with good memories of worldly culture, global impact, and that ONE PERSON CAN CHANGE THE WORLD. Take risks, that was what the late 70s- 80s was all about, and I want to celebrate that!

A POEM FOR SOMEONE OVER 40!

A computer was something on TV

From a science fiction show of note

A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend

And gig was a job for the nights

Now they all mean different things

And that really mega bites.

An application was for employment

A program was a TV show

A curser used profanity

A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age

A CD was a bank account

And if you had a 3 inch floppy

You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage

Not something you did to a file.

And if you unzipped anything in public

You'd be in jail for awhile.

Log on was adding wood to the fire

Hard drive was a long trip on the road

A mouse pad was where a mouse lived

And a back up happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife.

Paste you did with glue

A web was a spider's home

And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper

And the memory in my head

I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash

But when it happens,they'll wish they were dead.

SUFIAH OR PIAH?

2009-06-29T03:36:00.000-07:00

I posted this last year, and it's no longer a hot issue. Sad, isn't it, to wait for sensationalization to get anyone to even talk about an issue..

Please think about that.

SUFIAH OR PIAH?

As the news of nude Sufiah grace the front page of our papers - complete with quick reponse of our government bodies - I too felt compelled to respond, even if in a slightly different tone than those commonly quoted --

What's the big deal about her being nude on the net, if we don't care about the hundreds if not thousands, young Malaysian girls baring their stuff from here?-

What about those allegations, and the many, many alleged 'expose' of local university students who sold their bodies to feed themselves?

Why haven't there been any serious and full blown action taken to help them, to coax them to come back 'into the light', to offer them scholarships, to provide safe lodging for them?
Why? Why, Why, Mr Home Affairs minister?-

Why did we waste so many hundred thousand dollars to help this Brit chit, when we know so many bright Malaysians need that scholarship, and in a better place to help this country? Just because the mother is Malaysian?

GET REAL!

TO YASMIN, ON HER AWAKENING TO WISDOM

2009-06-29T03:28:00.000-07:00

Ok - just sharing some of my older posts from elsewhere! Just wondering how Yasmin is right now :)

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

TO YASMIN, ON HER AWAKENING TO WISDOM

Sis,You know I've been wanting to have my own blog for years (recent ones, at least) but never really got to it for many excuses/ reasons. It is you that managed to get me out of this doldrum finally, and for that I thank you.

Your tears in the last few days has made many friends, including myself, felt helpless. Under normal circumstances, an inter departmental transfer is hardly an issue, but this seems like the beginning of a larger movement, although we're not sure who are the real players until we get to see all the cards. Hmm, let's wait then.

Personally though, I admire the way you take everything in stride. You have never been someone who did her work half way, and at times when I saw you struggling with the paperwork to make sure they would be complete by the time to hand them over to the next person, I couldn't help but smile and sigh.

Perhaps the top management doesn't realize how you've carried most of the department's work on your tiny shoulder single handedly before I and the others came into the picture, and before they too came in. It won't be an easy task for the next person to top your standard, I can assure you that. After all that's happened, I feel proud how you've taken the effort to envision how this move could be the the basis for your paradigm shift. Great thinking for any career minded person!

Aah, let me share with you something that I really like from the past unknown:

"LITTLE MINDS TALK ABOUT OTHERS,
ORDINARY MINDS TALK ABOUT EVENTS,
GREAT MINDS TALK ABOUT IDEAS"

Good luck on your new assignment!
Remember we still share the same sky.
GO GIRL!

THE RIGHT TONE, EVERY TIME

2009-06-29T02:53:00.000-07:00

That's a famous line, guys, from BOSS, a sound innovator company from Japan (I love Nippon). They can actually create stompbox that sound like the old 63Fender, you know...

I ain't talkin' about music though, it's about my BOSS, Ms HH. (that's for me to know who, and for you to find out by yourself)

I actually got to work for Ms HH by accident since.... come this 1st July, exactly a year ago. I was in a different department, feeling extremely frustrated and extremely tired with the way things were going. Luckily there was an opening in her department, and she accepted me, eventhough others were spreading not so good news about myself. I later found out that the good samaritans had been so kind as to advise my staff against me as well. What a relieve, coz then I didn't have to spend any extra time to explain myself!

It started quietly, as I began my fact finding mission about the job itself. It was a job tailor made for me, and I could feel myself blossoming. I had waited for so long to get water and air, and cow dung and all the good things for an organic life, and Ms HH had it with her all the while!

Well, before you know it, it's almost a year now. She made me dance, and sing and cry, and scream, and say all the bad things about good people :), and I love it. I did it all with the right tone, every time, because if I didn't, she would notice.

I'm still learning, as the best lessons in our lives lie in our hands. I hope she notice.

Happy 1st anniversary to me, Ms HH and all my girls!

EAT KUNYIT FOR HEALTH!

2009-06-19T15:13:00.000-07:00

Health alert!

Just sharing with you something that the WARIS (people of negeri sembilan) has always known without help from science... kunyit@curcumin is very good for you!

Don't believe me?

We eat masak kuning every day, even if you have curry (well, the names is a different story) on the table. Since science here has said it all, i just want to share with you some of the more interesting masak kuning combi...

Duck eggs with unripe mango..
smoked beef with young kapas banana
young kapas banana with anchovies and black pepper
game meat with unripe mango
french beans and fish/ anchovies
pucuk ubi and fish/anchovies
smoked ikan semilang with daun assam
the 1001 sambal tempoyak (100 kinds of vege in it inc petai)
chicken & potato
pucuk paku with anchovies
young jackfruit (nangka) & chicken

**The right way to cook the yellow curry is of course without onion - just pure chili padi (the small fire chili) with turmeric (blend or better still pounded roughly(tumbuk). Put sufficient santan (coconut milk - betcha one of these days they'll say it's actually good for ya..) and cook on small fire. Ooh, small now, if it's too hot, the milk will 'break - cuddled' (pecah minyak) and your lauk is spoilt. So on small fire, make sure your ladle is moving all the time until it boils slowly. Put in your meat first, until cooked then put in a small portion of concentrated coconut milk. Put in your vege last. Heavenly!

Oops, for chicken, it's best to saute' the meat with the ingredients above first for a short while, + a couple of lemongrass. No lemongrass, you fail. Lemongrass adds Ummph to all your meat dishes.

Ok, once you are done, please invite me to try your dish! ha, ha.

HAPPY TRYING!

A weekly diet of curry may help prevent dementia
Posted in Longevity and Age Management, Alzheimer's Disease, Functional Foods on Mon June 15, 2009

Scientists believe that amyloid plaques, which are found in the brains of Alzheimer's sufferers, contribute to the degradation of the wiring in brain cells, eventually causing such symptoms of dementia as memory loss and mental impairment.

Now researchers from Duke University of North Carolina say that a key ingredient in curry -- curcumin, which is a component of the spice turmeric --� binds to those plaques, preventing their harmful spread and helping prevent the onset of Alzheimer's and other forms of dementia.

They suggest that eating curry two or three times a week can lower the risk of dementia, and point out that Indian communities with a diet rich in curcumin have a low incidence of Alzheimer's. The researchers are currently testing the impact of higher dose of curry to see if they can maximize its preventive effect.

"There is very solid evidence that curcumin binds to plaques, and basic research on animals engineered to produce human amyloid plaques has shown benefits," says Professor Murali Doraiswamy of Duke University. "You can modify a mouse so that at about 12 months its brain is riddled with plaques. If you feed this rat a curcumin-rich diet it dissolves these plaques. The same diet prevented younger mice from forming new plaques," he explains. There are plans to take the research to the next step in order to test curcumin on human amyloid plaque formation using newer brain scans. And in fact, Professor Doraiswamy notes that a clinical trial is now underway at the University of California, Los Angeles, to test curcumin's effects in Alzheimer's patients.

Professor Doraiswamy says it may be possible to develop a curry pill that offers the same health benefits as making curry a regular part of the diet. However, Rebecca Wood from the Alzheimer's Research Trust emphasizes that people would need to eat a lot of curry -- over 100g of turmeric curry powder� -- to get a clinical dose of curcumin.

"Professor Doraiswamy's unpublished research applies only to animal models; his hypothesis has not been confirmed in human clinical trials," she says and adds, "We look forward to the results of the human curcumin trial at UCLA."

IF I COULD CATCH A RAINBOW FOR WAHIDA

2009-06-19T06:46:00.000-07:00

Aaah,

A poem....

How the beauty seeps slowly into the soul to soothe it without one knowing.

May I then,
interest you in this short one, not written by me,
but one which I hope,
will be the lullaby to stop the pain that i've caused on a sunny day,
on a day blessed by god from time unknown to man (friday),
with rainbowsrunning riots everywhere

And I, tsk,tsk,
so caught up in mind games,
had hurt someone I really shouldn't

I'm sorry WAH!

If I Could Catch a Rainbow
© Sandra Lewis Pringle,
From Sandra's book Sing Loudly as Lions Roar.

If I could catch a rainbow,
I would do it, just for you,
And, share with you, its beauty, on the days you're feeling blue.

If I could,
I would build a mountain, you could call your very own.
A place to find serenity, a place just to be alone.

If I could,
I would take your troubles, and toss them into the sea.

But, all these things,
I'm finding, are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain,
or catch a rainbow fair;
but, let me be, what I know best,

A Friend,
who's always there.
I promise to defend you, should the occasion ever rise,

And,
I promise to wipe away the tears,
which might stream from your weeping eyes.

Let me be the trusted Friend,
the one that you know best.

I will never leave you,
on that,
you can surely rest

YES, CHRISTINA!

2009-06-18T06:46:00.000-07:00

What do you say to a couple whereby one partner has a fortune in the good looks department, and the other has much less of it, so to speak?

Here's what I heard:

"Ooh, he's so handsome, and she's so lucky to get him"

I could see the lady wasn't feeling very comfortable, in spite of the smile on her face.

If I could say my piece, it'd probably be like this:

"I come in peace, and I think the best way to measure a man is by measuring the size of his toe!"

Hmmm..it'll be interesting to see the reaction to that. And of course..it does sound a little bit off, huh?

Oops, sorry guys, this isn't about male bashing thing, ok. I just want to say that:

1. it isn't right to embarrass people on personal things in front of others.
2. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
3. Let's put ourselves in the losing team's shoes before we form the words with our lips.
4. Empathy is the best policy.

I am right, and Christina Aguilera is right! If you're on the losing side, remember her song, and say Yes, Christina!

Beautiful

Written by Linda Perry

Don't look at me
Everyday is so wonderful

Then suddenly

It's hard to breathe

Now and then I get insecure

From all the pain

I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful

No matter what they say

Words can't bring me down

I am beautiful

In every single way

Yes words can't bring me down

Ohh no

So don't you bring me down today

To all your friends you're delirious

You're so consumed

In all your doom, ooh

Trying hard to fill the emptiness

The pieces gone

Left the puzzle undone

Ain't that the way it is

'Cause you are beautiful

No matter what they say

Words can't bring you down

Ohh no'

Cause you are beautiful

In every single way

Yes words can't bring you down

Ohh no

So don't you bring me down today
No matter what we do

No matter what we say

We're the song inside the tune

Full of beautiful mistakes

And everywhere we go

The sun will always shine

And tomorrow we might awake

On the other side

'Cause we are beautiful

No matter what they say

Yes words won't bring us down

We are beautifulIn every single way

Yes words can't bring us downOhh no

So don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down, Today

TOUCHING LOVE

2009-06-18T06:10:00.000-07:00

If you ask me what's the similarities between EJ and Azim when it comes to women... it's probably me!

No, not their x girlfriend silly, but they both shared me in their past, as their immediate boss. Other than that..I would think they're quite far apart in their taste for women..I mean chosen ones, as compared to me who was sent down from heaven to spent time with them. No, just kidding. But even if it was true, I wouldn't have regretted the times that we shared.

These men meant more to me than they realized. They were always there for me, whether in words or in action, and many times at the lowest points, they gave me reassuring words of wisdom. I'd like to think of them as my sons, but I think i'd be too young (for me) to even consider giving birth to anyone; but yes, i'd consider them as my adopted ones!

Anyway, I was there at their wedding. I was so touched to see Azim going around during the wedding holding on to his bride's hand ever so tightly, as if he wasn't ever gonna let her go! I couldn't help holding back my tears of happiness. It was a lovely sight, and I wish it would last forever.

EJ looked resplendent in purple baju melayu, and I wish I was the camera man when he helped his bride with her hair. Just beautiful!

To both of you, I wish you a lifetime of happiness and love. Touch your love ever so softly, as you touched your brides on your wedding day. Remember it all when the bad days come to say hello. Remember that love grows when nurtured, and dies when unattended. Touch love with love, and this time, it won't be me who will come down from heaven, but heaven itself!

Take care both of you and "SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU"

REDEMPTION SONG

2008-11-24T23:49:00.000-08:00

Methink 'tis truly the season to feel weepy....(sigh)

Abang Khai, a rather weird title for my uncle, has left for Mecca a few weeks ago. What touched me so much was not that he was going to help his almost blind friend, or that he had recovered from a serious vomitting of blood from liver complication just before that, or that I didn't even go to visit him for Eid or on his hospital bed, but because the day before he left, he articulated heart wrenching words to his wife, witnessed by his in-laws, that is to be prepared to be a single mother should he...

I couldn't help but cry to see him walking out of his house for the airport, while his wife stood quietly ( I could imagine the pain) to the sound of Azan being rendered by my brother in law. People must have thought I was crazy to cry, while his wife stood in quiet dignity -- after all I had asked for his forgiveness for all those visits that I didn't make.

Aah, guilt..

I prayed that he will come back alive and kicking and healthy. Abang Khai never failed to make people feel good about themselves, to laugh and be happy when he's around. He's always like a bouncing ball of happiness, and I hope god will return the favor to him and his family.

Meanwhile to all of us, please, please, tell your loved ones that you love them, else when the time come you will be weeping when singing the redemption song.

MY RAYA ADVENTURE

2008-10-10T17:15:00.000-07:00

..sort of, that is.

I haven't visited Alang Nan for hari raya for many years..you know the usual excuses - busy, lazy, apathy and all those blurrrrr..excuses. This man and his wife though, is the perfect couple, if I can say so. Alang, my cousin, is linked to me through his mum and my father, who have no links to any Arab State. So when he married Syarifah Hani, we upgraded his name to Syed Nan, or Adnan in full. Well, Nan has links to Middle Eastern food right? (mailto:#@!..grrrrrr)

Hani isn't your typical mould of Syarifahs I would think (or that's what the common believe circulating n the Malay Peninsula as I know it). After all, she married my cousin, and handle his creative urge for hands-on house renovation extremely well :)

I love these two people and their brood. This year they made me feel guilty big time for all those false excuses that I created in order not to visit my relatives. Hani called to visit, and we ended up at my brother's house nearby. On Friday night (that's Thursday night for those not initiated to the Islamic calendar) I finally went to visit their home after so many many years.

Lo an behold! Spa owners should visit their home to understand the word 'serenity'! Alang's creative urge has certainly rub off on his family big time, perhaps as big as their home now. Alang managed to secure the next house in a 'reasonable' bid ( I thought that was a steal but syhhh..don't tell the past owner) and turn that place into heaven. Opps, wait..just one more thing, maybe we'll have fish spa next. I'll bring my own fish ok, Hani!

Hani, sweet Hani has always made each one of us gobbled up about a kilo of kacang pol every time, and this year is no difference..Let me immortalize her delicious recipe which, if any of you want to try is most welcome -- but if anyone ask, please call it "Nuts on Hani". May god bless this couple on their Haji trip, and always!

NUTS ON HANI

Eggs - to be fried bull's eye.
Tomato - diced
Onions- diced
French loaf/ Nan bread / crusty bun - cut
Shallots, garlic - sliced
Mince beef
A can of baked beans or kacang pol (she used both)
Spice - rempah kurma - to be cooked without oil (sanggai) until aromatic (not burn ahh)

Sauce:
Heat ghee in a pan, put in the cut shallot/garlic, then the mince beef. Cook till done, then put in the cooked spice and the nut (actually she used baked beans, and I thought that was wonderful. I thonk you can try the baked bean with cheese if you like mat salleh)

To eat!

Put your egg in a plate. Top up with the onion and tomato, drip the sauce over it, and voila! you can eat it just like that or with your roti (breads). I kilo, 2 kilo, 3 kilo...help, I can't stop.

My friends say it's from Johor, which is quite true, as Hani is from Johor...
Hmm, Wonder what else Johor has hidden in its belly....

SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL!

SPRECHEN ZIE INGLIS?

2008-09-04T17:49:00.000-07:00

What do you think the sheeps would say if I go up to them and start mumbling 'Baa, Baa, black sheep, have you any wool?'

I imagine they would say this in sheep language....

"Girl, you're off key, please pronounce the baaaa..slower, and with a higher note, since you are female, and sheep language is full of gender based tongue twisting words. oh, ok, ok, try to twist your tongue this way if you can't enlarge your teeth big enough to say something while you smile.."

"Girl, you are so slow..you can't even say those simple hello word properly (Baaa..) We haven't even started on the Blahs.."

Why do Malays have to so apologetic when they can't speak English?

Be happy when we can speak foreign language, for they help us to broaden our horizon, but no need to have inferiority complex when it's not your 'thing'.. So many Malaysian can't speak Malay, and they don't care. That's how 'boleh lah' Malays are.

Be proud of who you are.

"SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA"

MY BEAUTIFUL ENGLISH TEACHERS

2008-06-23T01:54:00.001-07:00

These celebrations come and go, don't they? But for the last 31 years of my life, I could never forget Puan Rahmah, or Miss Rahmah as she is affectionately known, my first secondary English teacher.

I came from a kampung school, in Johol (that's in Negeri Sembilan) to be exact to enrol in MRSM Kuantan in 1977. In my old school, it was awesome to be able to pronounce 'Hero' as he-ro and not hair-ro. Well, welcome to the real world girl!

This wonderful school had what they call free periods - break between the hours - whereby students could spend their time in the library to browse, read or sleep - you know - just do your thing.

Early in the year, Miss Rahmah made a deal with us - that whoever could recite examples of homonym would be let off early. So we stood in a circle to take turn. Yours truly was lost - what could I say with my limited English, let alone vocabulary? Actually, it went like this Errrrrr..... a number of times, i.e until there were only 4 of us left in class.

The kind Miss Rahmah let us go without penalizing anyone more than the embarrassment for our ignorance. It made me think, and think very hard I did. How could I patch up my weakness? After some thought, I visited Miss Rahmah's room. Knocking the door made me sweaty. imagine standuing there stumbling on my words.

I asked her if she could provide me with extra exercises so that I could improve my English. She didn't even blink her eyes when she gave me a book with a picture of a tiger in front of it. She marked the ones that I had to do. I promised myself I would make a dictionary my best friend (I still keep that promise till today).

After finishing the work, in sadness I must say, I went to her room a few days later. there were a few guys, in From 3 and form 4 in front of me. I was the last to go ini, but I noticed something. They were doing the exercises from the same book as the one that I did. It's the Tiger book! Hey, suddenly, I realized I wasn't so bad, and I know I made the right decision that early in time. Well, I made some mistakes but...what the heck - those guys discovered them when they were ALREADY in form 4. I skipped back to my room while singing along the way.

I've come a long away since then. In the US nobody understood what I wanted to say when I said it the Malaysian way. I had to learn to change my but-ton to butt - en and more..but that was fun. Who cares, I'm Malay and a Malaysian. I never expect an American to speak Malay perfectly.

Miss Rahmah had freed me from my English and inferiority complex. Two years earlier, Cikgu Haris and Cikgu Azizah from Johol had forced upon my twin sister and I FREE TUITION.

Beautiful teachers - these individuals - that's their kind heart and Ikhlas.

MAY GOD BLESS THEM FOREVER.

Manis Jean Tan

p/s: Can you imagine if teachers force free tuition on their students nowadays? How do you think that can happen?

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

2008-06-21T08:55:00.000-07:00

Every time I come across this day, I wish I have the opportunity to wish my late father (Abah)Happy Father's Day. He passed away on 2nd April 1995.

He was a great man, to say the least.

I was born 4.5Ibs, the first of an identical twin, bald and expected to die. He whisked me away on a train to Singapore and for the next 22 years, brought me up as an army kid. I grew up curious, a constant traveller, always discovering new things, fearless and ever so confident of my own strength. He wouldn't let me think otherwise. He always push me to the max of my potential -- never to fear falling and failing. Death will stop us, but for anything else, there's a cure for everything, he said.

This amazing man had once gone after a snatch thief in Chow Kit Road market alone. He had waited until he was certain he would catch the guy right there in the bright sunlight - like the most famous hero then - Mannix - before he strike. When I think about how difficult it is to get passersby nowaways to help snatch victims, I know the world shares with me the loss of this man.

My late father wasn't a well educated man. As a young man, the hip thing to do for a young Malay chap was to join the army, and so he did. It brought him to Kuala Pilah, where he 'discovered' my mother and they got married when she turned 14. He was 23. What? you said. Yup, that's a no-no now, but just asked the people of the early 1900-1950 if you like...it seems like that was about the ripe age to get married.

Educated or not, he also pushed for my entry into MRSM - now a ubiquitous boarding school, but then was a very new set-up. How would a kampung girl like myself be able to compete with all those polished urban folks? Well, being 1 of 50 accepted into Kuatagh that year wasn't so bad. The rest was history -One that couldn't have happened without him.

Abah was closest to my eldest son, since he was the first grandchild. He always made excuses to buy things for him (ok- this one is for this year's birthday, that one for next year) and Abah was the happiest person when my son articulated the word 'Atuk' on top of a luggage. Abah's love for children never stopped with mine. He used to suck the noses of his grandchildren whenever they couldn't breathe from cold. Hmm, not too many people would do that.

But most of all, I love him because he never thought of me as an adopted child. He brought me up as his own, and while others jibed me with some very malicious words since I was young, he was, and always is my father.

I would have died if he didn't remind me to buckle up half hour before the accident that took his life away. We were travelling towards Bali from Surabaya, and met an accident just two hours from Banyuwangi. He shielded my second son when they fell off the car. He died from internal bleeding. I was there with him in the back of the lorry in the rain while he breathe his last breath. My poor mother was helping my children. Those last moments seems to be etched forever in my mind.

It didn't seem right that such a good man would be taken away so fast. There were so many things that I wanted to tell him. That I love him. That I love him. That I love him. That he has shaped much of my values about life.

Please learn from my experience:

If you still have a father,
--please keep in touch
...please pray for him
...please tell him that you love him.

If you are a father
--please keep in touch
...please pray for them
...please tell them that you love them.

To the fathers of the world, please realize that you have a big impact on your daughters!

Manis Jean Tan

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MAK!

2008-05-12T01:31:00.000-07:00

My two daughters woke me up from my slumber with the sweetest greeting yesterday morning - after giving me a pencil as my mother's day gift the day before. My two sons didn't bother - and didn't even realize that it was mother's day. Could it be gender difference? I am not sure. Maybe I have not educate them enough on being sensitive to these 'sweet' things. Maybe it's just a girly thing - to celebrate. Or maybe the girls are more sensitive(and more of the target) to the commercialization side of life. Either way, I was very happy to receive the kisses from them. And I din't think any less of the boys.

It was a good day for me - I was in Penang, on the way to send my eldest to enter UniKL's FET - foundation course - in Kolej Mara Kulim. He has started on a new chapter in his studies - tertiary education style of being proactive and independent - and I know he has to excel all the way to survive. A serious day too!

I never think much of this celebration - for me every day is mother's day (no off day, sorry). But it guess it has its advantages - suddenly I'm getting mother's day wishes from friends who have disappeared from my radar for some time - I was so touched.

Religiously every year , I got a wish from Khairudin in JB in the morning. Then I got to think - if it made me feel good - I was certain my wish would make at least one of my 'long lost friends' feel happy -- and I think I did!

Anyway, I want to share a funny message sent by my daughter who got it from her friend -

'Untuk bakal ibu, ibu tercinta, ibu mertua, ibu sedara, ibu angkat, ibu kaki, ibu jari, ibu tunggal, dan x lupa ibu roti, ibu negeri & ibu-ibu pejabat di ucapkan

'SELAMAT HARI IBU'

(to all mothers to be, beloved mom, mother in laws, aunts, adopted mums, thumbs, single moms and not forgetting yeasts, capital cities and head offices, we wish you a 'happy mothers day --> (in malay all these is in the 'female'/mother form)

Jean Tan

p/s: there'll be other days to be serious - let us relax and enjoy this day!