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I got this email from Bob just few min­utes ago! Just few min­utes ago I reply Daisy com­ment about my dad. I have to agree that so many have died before their hair could turn sil­ver! My dad is one of them.

I like to thank Bob for teach­ing me how to write an email to a beau­ti­ful girl some 12 – 14 years ago! (Spend 5 and give me an E! “Isn’t that cor­rect, Bob?”) I love com­puter and he gave me that oppor­tu­nity to first hand expe­ri­ence the ulti­mate dialup ser­vice to con­nect the world! Because of him my pass 6 years life was rewrit­ten when I met a friend over the Inter­net and that’s how I land a job in Kuala Lumpur as a tele­sales mar­keter and become the Unit Sales Man­ager for the same com­pany. (I lose my job in Jan­u­ary 2009 but it’s all good, Life Goes On!)

Taken @ 2008 Christmas

I like to thank Bob for being a great, adorable, moti­va­tor and most impor­tantly the heart to share the expe­ri­ence and oppor­tu­nity with the less for­tu­nate like myself. (Bob, today I have got 2 PC and an Apple lap­top! Hahahha)

I enjoy read­ing the email sends by Bob!

Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, prob­a­bly for the first time in my life, the per­son I have always wanted to be. Oh, but not my body! I some­time despair over my body, the wrin­kles, the bag­gyeyes, and the sag­ging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old per­son that lives in my mir­ror (who looks like my mother/father!), but I don’t ago­nize over those things for long..

I would never trade my amaz­ing friends, my won­der­ful life, my lov­ing
fam­ily for less gray hair or a flat­ter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and less­crit­i­cal of myself. I’ve become my own friend.

I don’t chide myself for eat­ing that extra cookie, or for not mak­ing
my bed, or for buy­ing that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but
looks so avante garde on my patio. I am enti­tled to a treat, to be
messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they under­stood the great free­dom that comes with aging.

Whose busi­ness is it if I choose to read or play on the com­puter until
4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those won­der­ful tunes of the 60 & 70’s,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging
body, and will dive into the waves with aban­don if I choose to,
despite the pity­ing glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am some­times for­get­ful. But there again, some of life is just
as well for­got­ten. And I even­tu­ally remem­ber the impor­tant things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been bro­ken… How can your heart
not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suf­fers, or
even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But bro­ken hearts are what give us strength and under­stand­ing and com­pas­sion. A heart never bro­ken is pris­tine and ster­ile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn­ing
gray, and to have my youth­ful laughs be for­ever etched into deep
grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is eas­ier to be pos­i­tive. You care less about
what other peo­ple think. I don’t ques­tion myself any­more. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your ques­tion, I like being old. It has set me free. I
like the per­son I have become . I am not going to live for­ever, but
while I am still here, I will not waste time lament­ing what could have
been, or wor­ry­ing about what will be… And I shall eat dessert every
sin­gle day. ( If I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRA IGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!

FRIENDS FOREVER!

For­ward this to at least 7 peo­ple and see what hap­pens on your
screen .… You will laugh your head off!!!!!!!!!

We wanted to cel­e­brate Mother’s Day at grandpa’s home but because he is under weather and some fam­ily mem­ber sug­gested not to do it. So we didn’t. My Sis, wife, wife’s mom & dad & sis & I went out to McD with my mom instead, noth­ing really spe­cial but I guess the sense of being together and meet­ing each other on a spe­cial day are mean­ing­ful enough.

Ded­i­cat­ing Mother’s Day spe­cial to you Yes, you!

I still miss my dad a lot…

Peo­ple often say, it’s dumb to pur­chase a med­ical card pro­tec­tion of 400K! because by than you may not need them! How could you pos­si­bly save some one who needs to use med­ical fees up to 300K?

Do you really, really going to tell the doc­tor to let your love one pass just because the med­ical bill is 300K? I bet our CM had spend mil­lion on med­ical bills in 6 month just before the wife pass­ing! Take care of your health guys and stay fit or you just had to spend that money on medication.

  

 

Sarawak CM’s wife Laila dies at 68

Source: thestar.com.my

KUCHING: Datuk Amar Laila Taib, wife of Sarawak Chief Min­is­ter Tan Sri Abdul Taib Mah­mud, died at her res­i­dence at Demak Jaya, Jalan Bako here at 3.40pm yes­ter­day. She was 68.