This is my BEST DIM SUM ever !
This taste VERY NICE !!!!!
We ate with chopsticks and drank Chinese Tea .....
Dim Sum GALORE !!!!!
Eat at your hearts content : 6 people, 6 heads total bill :RM 92.70 (Quite cheap, right ?)
Saturday, 17 December 2011
RESTAURANT DIM DIM SUM YI, RAWANG TOWN. 18 December 2011 (SUNDAY).
This morning, it is bright and cheerful and a beautiful Sunday. My whole family went out to have Dim Sum in Rawang again. We ate at Restaurant Dim Dim Sum Yi at Rawang town near the Old Town White Coffee. I managed to gather a handful of pictures that is bound to raise a gala table! Here there are :-
This is my BEST DIM SUM ever !
This taste VERY NICE !!!!!
We ate with chopsticks and drank Chinese Tea .....
Dim Sum GALORE !!!!!
Eat at your hearts content : 6 people, 6 heads total bill :RM 92.70 (Quite cheap, right ?)
This is my BEST DIM SUM ever !
This taste VERY NICE !!!!!
We ate with chopsticks and drank Chinese Tea .....
Dim Sum GALORE !!!!!
Eat at your hearts content : 6 people, 6 heads total bill :RM 92.70 (Quite cheap, right ?)
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Today we had DIM SUM at Rawang and later we are leaving for the airport ~ my brother's flying to UK!
We had a wondrous Dim Sum luncheon after a parking spree havoc at Rawang town area. We ate at a previous restaurant that sells Dim Sum and the boss is so kind so as to show good hospitality to us. We came back second time round to have dim sum because of its food and low prices and kind hospitality. Later we are leaving for the airport for my younger brother wants to take the flight to UK to do some work and to tour around the country.
So far so good.
My picture for the day.
The ONE THING that all famous authors, world class athletes, business tycoons, singers, actors and celebrated achievers in any field have in common, is that they all began their journeys when they were none of these things. Yet still, they began their journeys. YOU ARE POISED FOR GREATNESS! I am unto my own journey of aging gracefully and flawlessly. I am gonna live to a ripe old age with money and success.
So far so good.
My picture for the day.
The ONE THING that all famous authors, world class athletes, business tycoons, singers, actors and celebrated achievers in any field have in common, is that they all began their journeys when they were none of these things. Yet still, they began their journeys. YOU ARE POISED FOR GREATNESS! I am unto my own journey of aging gracefully and flawlessly. I am gonna live to a ripe old age with money and success.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
My story ~ Sex comes easy and it pays well......
My husband loves sex. And he asks for it once in a while. It's a monotonous life. Everything evolves around love and compassion. If you do not have sex, you don't have what it takes to be a good wife. I had plenty of fun and laughter as much as for tears for the past 12 years. Now I am back for good to be a creator of laughter to shed off my sorrow. I am single, unattached and care-free all over again. I love the Lord. Thanks. Picture speaks for itself.
Monday, 10 October 2011
Saturday, 1 October 2011
Ecstasy......Can you pay for it?
If you want to start a family, build a house, raise babies, become a father, can you afford to pay for your wife? HOW MUCH? Don't stop the flow. Don't take her life out of her. She did not ask for it. It was meant to be like this. Make life easy for her, sex will come easy - fulfillment of the soul.
Monday, 26 September 2011
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
I HAVE FOUND A JOB ~ ON 1 MALAYSIA DAY, I STARTED WORK! ):
I have finally found myself a job with MEALS PROVIDED and THE PAY IS GOOD! I am enjoying my work as well as fulfilling my time well-spent, and boredom has never been fought with such VICTORY!!!!!!! I like my job. I enjoyed working and saving my ass off for a trip to the MATTA FAIR and flying on an airplane all over again! Hooray! Next Year, I 'm going on a holiday trip with Mom! I can't wait my ass off the days to come and the year had never seem so LIGHT! Happy Christmas to come this year and a terrific start to a brand new year with a loving job! Happy- Go- Lucky!!!!!!
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
I have EXTREME HAPPINESS in my journey through life. I have experienced pain and agony but my thoughts and my aspirations have LIFTED me up! Hooray!
COURAGE is going from failure to failure without losing ENTHUSIASM.~ Winston Churchill.
I have never been so degraded. From an officer, since quiting my job, getting pay-cuts after pay-cuts, now I'm deem to be a "cleaner". I won't have it, I shall be my mother's ASSISTANT cum HELPER, nice name! Better than be graded a "cleaner". They only want guys for Supervisors! I am doomed to be inside a house! not an office or an office building washing dishes, at least I get first class treatment at home with my Mom!
My Mugs of Coffee and Tea are my CUPS of FORTUNE ~ Enjoyment and FULFILLMENT of the Soul :)D
Monday, 12 September 2011
By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try. The world is beyond the winning. )=D
Thursday, 8 September 2011
I didn't get the job. It's my destiny. FATE. Mom says it's a lousy job and the working hours are too long. THE JOY OF THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH.):
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Journal Entry dated 7th September 2011,Wednesday. ):
Endless waiting needs positive psychology to fight boredom. I badly needed to LOVE / LIKE my job in order to live an active life and enjoy the rhythm of work. It's the MONEY. The Money CAN motivate me and push me to greater heights. I must persevere and excel. I must be POSITIVE in my outlook on life and pursue my happiness in life. I know I can do it, given the chance and the opportunity. I shall grab every chance I have.
The least would be to wait for another week. But I badly wanted to start on the 12th. I prayed to God that she will call me tomorrow or the day after before Sunday comes. I am willing to work shifts. I can eat two meals that I like outside and go on my budget expense. I can choose the food that I put inside my mouth and not only eat my mother's food on the table at home. Infact, I shall not touch my mother's food at all the entire day from the day I start my training. I PRAYED TO GO FOR TRAINING AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
I am hot on pursuit of my Happiness. My reality in the pursuit is my happiness. I am glad. I hope to receive the phone call from the right person whom I wish to receive the call. Not some other person out to seek a future partner in life. I have no intention of starting another marriage. My money is at stake. I must first strive to find work and start a career which I enjoy living up my days with. I am in the pursuit of my own independence. My independence is my joy and happiness.
I wish to thank the Lord for my Mother's hand in this career-finding. I just want to praise God.
The least would be to wait for another week. But I badly wanted to start on the 12th. I prayed to God that she will call me tomorrow or the day after before Sunday comes. I am willing to work shifts. I can eat two meals that I like outside and go on my budget expense. I can choose the food that I put inside my mouth and not only eat my mother's food on the table at home. Infact, I shall not touch my mother's food at all the entire day from the day I start my training. I PRAYED TO GO FOR TRAINING AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
I am hot on pursuit of my Happiness. My reality in the pursuit is my happiness. I am glad. I hope to receive the phone call from the right person whom I wish to receive the call. Not some other person out to seek a future partner in life. I have no intention of starting another marriage. My money is at stake. I must first strive to find work and start a career which I enjoy living up my days with. I am in the pursuit of my own independence. My independence is my joy and happiness.
I wish to thank the Lord for my Mother's hand in this career-finding. I just want to praise God.
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Changing Lives - an wholesome career at the Shopping Mall.......):
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Every Person in this world is borned UNIQUE. Like your thumbprint. ):
Hi, my name is Lynette.My name is also Elaine. I'm Lynn Taylor; also Wan-Ling Liew.
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Saturday, 30 July 2011
My Most Memorable "I DID IT" Moment was this:)
Friday, 22 July 2011
Art Therapy saved Reshma Valliappan's Life from succumbing to schizophrenia (:
It all started a month before her 15th birthday. Reshma had an argument with her father earlier in the day, and that night, voices told her to get out. She cut her hair short, then stole away on a bicycle when morning came. I cycled from Klang to Seremban, and it suddenly hit me that I shouldn't be running away. I started to cycle back, but halfway through, had a breakdown. I started to cry and called my father and uncles to pick me up. Looking back, I don't know if the inner voices and my behaviour were just due to adolescence. After that incident, I would become completely spaced out - a term psychiatrists call "depersonalisation". I felt trapped and I was unable to figure things out. I would recognise people and surroundings but they were unfamiliar to me.
Reshma's parents took her to see a psychiatrist who , after a brief conversation, diagnosed her as a transexual! He asked me if I liked girls, and I answered that I studied in a convent school so I had no choice. He told me I could convert myself when I get older. I was like....what?It confused me terribly and I started reflecting that perhaps I was trapped in a girl's body. Then he told me to write my emotions down in letters and post it to him. Things only got worse and Reshma's parents decided to uproot the family to India for a change of environment. Alas, nothing changed. If anything, her condition worsened, Reshma went for counselling,smoked heavily, drank, took drugs and trusted no one. Everyone knew something was very wrong but nobody had the courage to do anything about it. I was a popular kid in school, so that helped my confidence but my mood swings continued, I would deliberately try to hurt myself, like taking a ball and slamming it hard onto my legs, but the voices disappeared. They probably couldn't get an air ticket to India! she chuckles.
Thankfully, Reshma managed to graduate with a degree in philosophy and enrolled in a post-graduate course in psychology. At 22, she hit rock bottom when she walked into the counsellor's room, whipped out a knife and announced that she was going to slit the throats of every student outside. I was in a state of psychosis. The counsellor was calm and asked me to start by slitting her throat. I screamed and started stabbing the table furiously before I got tired. She then called my Mom and asked her to come and get me,Reshma recalls.The voices returned with a vengeance and kept nagging her to do negative things, including killing herself. Finally, a visit, to the psychiatrist confirmed that she was schizophrenic. Reshma was put on various medications and all she would do was sleep 18 hours a day. She would awake feeling drowsy,eat and sleep again.She couldn't continue her education but because she was articulate,she was put on talk therapy. At home, she clammed up and refused to communicate.
At one point, I was taking 14 pills a day. The side effects were awful. I was gaining weight, my muscles would go into spasms, my speech would slur - I just couldn't function.So I would stop the medication ever so often and the voices would torment me again. But strangely enough, one day, as I was watching televisyen, they told me, "You bloody b****, go and paint!If I didn't follow the orders, they would torment me some more,"she says."They would tell me what colours to use,and if I couldn't find the colour, I would get disruptive and rip the painting apart. Once I finished my artwork, I would start to communicate. My dad noticed something was happening and bought tons of art material."
That marked the start of Reshma's journey to recovery. Painting was therapeutic, and on top of that, she started getting praises for her abstract work. Eventually, Reshma held art shows with friends and sold quite a few paintings. People have even commissioned her to do works!"When you hear a voice, you expect a face but when you can't see one, it's overwhelming for anyone. These voices have now become my guide, and when they tell me negative things like:"Reshma, go beat the crap out of that man." I don't react. Instead, I go into my room and start sketching the images that come to mind. I've learnt to work in sync with the voices. I don't market myself as an artist and am in no hurry to expand." explains Reshma, who currently resides in Pune, India.
In 2010, she completely stopped taking medications. She started going to the gym regularly and made more effort to speak to people. Reshma also sits on the consultation team that gives suggestions to the Indian Ministry of Health which is looking at making changes to the Mental Health Act.She says,"I have to live in both worlds and survive in them. I obviously cannot change any of them. Of course, I want to quit all the time. When I have mood swings, it's always something from the outside world that triggers it. I could kill myself but I realise I can offer more if I'm alive."Inspired by her story, Indian filmmaker Aparna Sanyal made a documentary about Reshma earlier this year.
The film, A Drop of Sunshine, charts Reshma's journey and eventual triumph over her condition. It questions the mainstream view of schizophrenics and suggests alternative ways of looking at the problem. Together with Sanyal, Reshma started Red Door (http://www.reddoor.in),a/ movement that encourages people to translate thought into drawing. All one needs is plenty of fresh air, a paintbrush and some paper.She has been organising events and randomly approaching people in the parks to encourage them to draw their thoughts."I do not play a therapist not a psychologist at Red Door. I simply show and guide you towards posibilities. Red Door is a bridge - an intersection. It'll show you how to cross over. Once you do, the roads are yours to choose."Much to her delight, Reshma recently obtained a seed grant from an international organisation to take Red Door to schools, colleges and offices."I still have a long way to go and am still recovering. I think schizophrenia is both a gift and a curse,but I've found how to deal with it creatively, " she concludes.....
Reshma's parents took her to see a psychiatrist who , after a brief conversation, diagnosed her as a transexual! He asked me if I liked girls, and I answered that I studied in a convent school so I had no choice. He told me I could convert myself when I get older. I was like....what?It confused me terribly and I started reflecting that perhaps I was trapped in a girl's body. Then he told me to write my emotions down in letters and post it to him. Things only got worse and Reshma's parents decided to uproot the family to India for a change of environment. Alas, nothing changed. If anything, her condition worsened, Reshma went for counselling,smoked heavily, drank, took drugs and trusted no one. Everyone knew something was very wrong but nobody had the courage to do anything about it. I was a popular kid in school, so that helped my confidence but my mood swings continued, I would deliberately try to hurt myself, like taking a ball and slamming it hard onto my legs, but the voices disappeared. They probably couldn't get an air ticket to India! she chuckles.
Thankfully, Reshma managed to graduate with a degree in philosophy and enrolled in a post-graduate course in psychology. At 22, she hit rock bottom when she walked into the counsellor's room, whipped out a knife and announced that she was going to slit the throats of every student outside. I was in a state of psychosis. The counsellor was calm and asked me to start by slitting her throat. I screamed and started stabbing the table furiously before I got tired. She then called my Mom and asked her to come and get me,Reshma recalls.The voices returned with a vengeance and kept nagging her to do negative things, including killing herself. Finally, a visit, to the psychiatrist confirmed that she was schizophrenic. Reshma was put on various medications and all she would do was sleep 18 hours a day. She would awake feeling drowsy,eat and sleep again.She couldn't continue her education but because she was articulate,she was put on talk therapy. At home, she clammed up and refused to communicate.
At one point, I was taking 14 pills a day. The side effects were awful. I was gaining weight, my muscles would go into spasms, my speech would slur - I just couldn't function.So I would stop the medication ever so often and the voices would torment me again. But strangely enough, one day, as I was watching televisyen, they told me, "You bloody b****, go and paint!If I didn't follow the orders, they would torment me some more,"she says."They would tell me what colours to use,and if I couldn't find the colour, I would get disruptive and rip the painting apart. Once I finished my artwork, I would start to communicate. My dad noticed something was happening and bought tons of art material."
That marked the start of Reshma's journey to recovery. Painting was therapeutic, and on top of that, she started getting praises for her abstract work. Eventually, Reshma held art shows with friends and sold quite a few paintings. People have even commissioned her to do works!"When you hear a voice, you expect a face but when you can't see one, it's overwhelming for anyone. These voices have now become my guide, and when they tell me negative things like:"Reshma, go beat the crap out of that man." I don't react. Instead, I go into my room and start sketching the images that come to mind. I've learnt to work in sync with the voices. I don't market myself as an artist and am in no hurry to expand." explains Reshma, who currently resides in Pune, India.
In 2010, she completely stopped taking medications. She started going to the gym regularly and made more effort to speak to people. Reshma also sits on the consultation team that gives suggestions to the Indian Ministry of Health which is looking at making changes to the Mental Health Act.She says,"I have to live in both worlds and survive in them. I obviously cannot change any of them. Of course, I want to quit all the time. When I have mood swings, it's always something from the outside world that triggers it. I could kill myself but I realise I can offer more if I'm alive."Inspired by her story, Indian filmmaker Aparna Sanyal made a documentary about Reshma earlier this year.
The film, A Drop of Sunshine, charts Reshma's journey and eventual triumph over her condition. It questions the mainstream view of schizophrenics and suggests alternative ways of looking at the problem. Together with Sanyal, Reshma started Red Door (http://www.reddoor.in),a/ movement that encourages people to translate thought into drawing. All one needs is plenty of fresh air, a paintbrush and some paper.She has been organising events and randomly approaching people in the parks to encourage them to draw their thoughts."I do not play a therapist not a psychologist at Red Door. I simply show and guide you towards posibilities. Red Door is a bridge - an intersection. It'll show you how to cross over. Once you do, the roads are yours to choose."Much to her delight, Reshma recently obtained a seed grant from an international organisation to take Red Door to schools, colleges and offices."I still have a long way to go and am still recovering. I think schizophrenia is both a gift and a curse,but I've found how to deal with it creatively, " she concludes.....
There are alternative and creative ways to deal with schizophrenia other than medication and conventional therapy.:)
Can't you see Casper floating around behind me?And a few dead dudes are lying on the bookselves. Say hi to Casper! says Reshma Valliappan, turning her half-Mohican cut,half-shaven head to look at her friends. I wave my hand animatedly.By the way,Casper is hanging out with Jasper,and they are discussing existential issues,she continues without batting an eyelid, making fun of her schizophrenic condition.Do you wanna join them? i ask,not wanting to distract her conversation with the "gang". We're talking on Skype and Reshma is shaking her head, laughing. "Not yet. Once I'm done talking to a real person - that's you - I shall join them for a bigger discussion. I see things that are not there, but you normal people don't even see things that are there!"she jokes, showing me the scar on her head.Reshma underwent surgery a month ago to remove a benign brain tumour the size of a tennis ball.
I had a series of convulsions,and an MRI revealed I had a tumour.I'm recuperating well and off the pain-killers now.We can talk,she says.On a good day, Reshma, 31, is bubbly, witty and full of life. On bad days, her mood swings can get so bad that all she wants is to shut herself in the room. She may act normal these days, but it has been a long road filled with frustratioin and effort to get to where she is today. Reshma was just 22 when she was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Hallucinations, being delusional, behaving bizarrely, disorganised speech and lack of interest in everything - these are among the symptoms she had to endure since she was a teenager. Schizophrenics hear voices in their heads,see "unreal" people and often times, believe some one is following or trying to hurt them.
After years of medication , therapy and counselling, Reshma has finally found ways to cope. Now she no longer takes medicine. Instead, she channels her negative energy and emotions into sketching and painting. Art has become her therapy, and she recommends it to regular people too. Mental illness happens to some of us - we have to live with it, and our families struggle along with us. But mental health is an everyday issue for everyone. Why limit therapeutic values only to those with an illness? she asks.
I had a series of convulsions,and an MRI revealed I had a tumour.I'm recuperating well and off the pain-killers now.We can talk,she says.On a good day, Reshma, 31, is bubbly, witty and full of life. On bad days, her mood swings can get so bad that all she wants is to shut herself in the room. She may act normal these days, but it has been a long road filled with frustratioin and effort to get to where she is today. Reshma was just 22 when she was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Hallucinations, being delusional, behaving bizarrely, disorganised speech and lack of interest in everything - these are among the symptoms she had to endure since she was a teenager. Schizophrenics hear voices in their heads,see "unreal" people and often times, believe some one is following or trying to hurt them.
After years of medication , therapy and counselling, Reshma has finally found ways to cope. Now she no longer takes medicine. Instead, she channels her negative energy and emotions into sketching and painting. Art has become her therapy, and she recommends it to regular people too. Mental illness happens to some of us - we have to live with it, and our families struggle along with us. But mental health is an everyday issue for everyone. Why limit therapeutic values only to those with an illness? she asks.
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
MY HOUSE : )D
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
Someone Like You - Adele (Cover)
I wish I'll meet someone like you.I wish nothing but the best for you.Sometimes it lasts, the love,sometimes it hurts..
"Procrastination" Tales Of Mere Existence
I didn't get my stuff done because I was distracted by so many other work that my mind was unto settling small things first before I start on the main mission of the programme which is to get my stuff done. It takes one day to clear the minor day and the next day entirely to get my stuff done. Finally, at the end of getting my stuff done, I heave a sigh of relief. I HAD DONE MY STUFF. I got my stuff done. HOORAY! :D
Friday, 1 July 2011
Myself.
Hi, I'm 42 years of age. Next year, I'll be at my turning point, whether to finally settle on a job, or go on a trip on an air-plane in April, my next birthday. I am surfing the net and my bills are paid. I like to get on the internet, to search the world on unlimited resources and to fly high across the internet, the vast blue ocean underneath the vast blue sky. I like to type, and I like to read what's on the screen in front of me, I like to surf and to seek new things around the globe. I checked the encyclopaedia for clues and explanations and I read wikipedias and all kinds of Britanicas. This is me.
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P.S. My hair has grown long.
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Saturday, 18 June 2011
My Beloved Wife.
Or her beautiful bright eyes?
Does her long gorgeous hair make her sexy?
Or is it her cute little cheeks?
Is it her intelligence that makes her sexy?
Or her amazing creativity?
Does her ambition make her sexy?
Or is it her caring?
Is it her irresistible lips that make her sexy?
Or her skin that's smooth as silk?
Does her sensuous back make her sexy?
Or is it her strong shoulders?
Is it her incredible kisses that make her sexy?
Or her warming hugs?
Does her soft caress make her sexy?
Or is it her frisky little pinches?
Is it her squeezable butt that makes her sexy?
Or her success?
Does her love make her sexy?
Or is it just her presence?
No,none of these make her sexy.
But she is sexy because of all of them.
She is sexy because she is wonderful.
She is sexy because I love her.
She is sexy because that is what she is.
Saturday, 4 June 2011
CALL ME A TIGER WIFE.Marriage has turned me into a fierce creature, especially when it comes to monitoring what he eats. Mostly, I nag because I care for him and want what's good for him.
I'd always thought that if and when I ever got married, I'd be the PERFECT WIFE. The perfect docile wife, that is. I'm ordinarily quite even-natured, so I'd imagined myself as easy-going and relaxed with my husband, always ready with a smile and an encouraging word. Not that I'd be at his every beck and call, of course. No,no, this is the 21st century after all, and I'm my own woman. But somehow in my mind's eye, I saw myself as sweet and obliging, slow to anger and quick to forgive. In short, a delight to be with. Who was I fooling? (Actually, him, because that was the image of myself I had painted to him, pre-marriage.) Just 10 months into marriage and I'm afraid I'm turning into a Tiger Wife. Yup, that's the spousal equivalent of Amy Chua's infamous Tiger Mom.
Slowly and stealthily, I have drawn up a list of rules which I want him to live by. The list is growning by the day, but for now my edicts are: >No durian - unless I am eating it too.>Only one prata at a time - although it's okay if I eat two. >No chicken skin.>No duck skin.>No fatty pork bits.> No snacking in the kitchen when you come home because when you're tired and hungry, you'll pile on unnecessary calories by eating anything that's there.
>No preserved plums - only pregnant women eat sng buay.> No more ah boling, that sweet, starchy Chinese dumpling dessert you so like.>And finally, no motorbike - at least not until your daughter turns 21. I don't care that she's now only five.As you can tell, my rules - like that of Amy Chua's Tiger Mom's rules - are hinged on tough love. I want him to eliminate the fatty, salty and sweet bits in his diet because I want him to be healthy. I don't want him to ride a motorbike because it's unsafe. I don't want him to eat durians because it makes his breath stink. Besides, the fruit is very high in calories and I've always had a phobia that there is a link between eating too many durians and a stroke. That at least, was what happened to my late father. The problem is, I give him mixed signals. I want him to eat healthily, yet I'm an unhealthy eater myself. I don't like him to snack, yet I'm an incorrigible snacker. It's okay when I stuff myself but I get worked up when he does.
One recent Saturday night,we decided to go to Geylang for supper.We headed for the popular beef horfun stall, had a nice meal there, after which I announced that we should top it off by eating durians at a roadside stall nearby."Really? Durians?" he said, surprised as that's a fruit I rarely eat and he knows my views on it. Yes, I said, it'll be fun eating at a stall so late at night. Besides, I had a craving for it. It was a rare treat for both of us and I thought that that was that, then, no more durians for, say, one year. The next day, however, when I was still at work, he came home with a box of the fruit - and demolished all of it. The smell was lingering when I got back, and he confessed to it. I gave him my how-could-you look and embarked on my anti-durian tirade.
I said : You know it's so unhealthy for you, we just had it over the weekend, wasn't that enough, it's so smelly and fattening, do you want to put on weight and do you want to get a stroke? He said : But we ate it the other night. Anyway, I won that round because I told him that I simply can't tolerate stinky durian breath - which meant no goodnight kisses that night.Was I being unreasonable? Am I turning into that most reviled of household creatures, The Naggy Wife?
A friend told me that in all her eight years of marriage, she has never once questioned her husband on anything he ate. He's a grown man,she said, adding for good measure: Don't nag. Men hate that. Why can't I be more like her?Chilled and relaxed and non-controlling? It's not just his diet that can trigger me off, and he has learnt to read the signals - a sudden frostiness, a petulant twist of the mouth, a flash in the eyes. It happened again one morning when he was seized with the idea that we should check out the Tree Top Walk at MacRitchie. He'd gone there once before, loved it and wanted me to experience it.
It'll be too hot, I whined. He assured me that the forest trail was very shady.He was right. But what he hadn't told me was that it was 4.5km hike to the Tree Top, after which you walk another 1 km or so before making the 4.5km trek back. As noon approached, I got more and more bothered and irritated. Worse, I found out that his idea of a hike is to stroll together, admire the trees and take in the different smells. Mine is to burn as many calories as I can in the shortest time possible. I ended up walking way ahead of him. Why are you walking so slowly? I asked, turning around. A hike's meant to give your heart a workout. I added :Your cardio level isn't very good, is it? (Yes, it does sound like an unkind remark, but I was actually displaying tough love; I wanted to goad him to walk faster so he'll reap the cardio benefits.)
I suppose I behave the way I do because he lets me get away with it. I also want to see how far I can go in testing his patience and love. Mostly, though, I nag because I care for him and want what's good for him. I asked him the other day if he thought I was too bossy and fierce. No, he said, you're you. Besides, you're cute when you're cross. Oh, I said. It was hard to find a retort to that.But I still don't like you eating durians, I added, wanting the last word. But the durian is my favourite fruit, he reasoned. Unfavourite it then, I replied.At which point we looked at each other, amazed at the RIDICULOUSNESS of what I had just said, and burst out laughing. There's only so far a person can go before ferocity becomes just plain silly.And I guess so long as we both can see the funny side of my Tiger Wife antics, things are - and will be - ALL RIGHT. - Straits Times/ANN.
Slowly and stealthily, I have drawn up a list of rules which I want him to live by. The list is growning by the day, but for now my edicts are: >No durian - unless I am eating it too.>Only one prata at a time - although it's okay if I eat two. >No chicken skin.>No duck skin.>No fatty pork bits.> No snacking in the kitchen when you come home because when you're tired and hungry, you'll pile on unnecessary calories by eating anything that's there.
>No preserved plums - only pregnant women eat sng buay.> No more ah boling, that sweet, starchy Chinese dumpling dessert you so like.>And finally, no motorbike - at least not until your daughter turns 21. I don't care that she's now only five.As you can tell, my rules - like that of Amy Chua's Tiger Mom's rules - are hinged on tough love. I want him to eliminate the fatty, salty and sweet bits in his diet because I want him to be healthy. I don't want him to ride a motorbike because it's unsafe. I don't want him to eat durians because it makes his breath stink. Besides, the fruit is very high in calories and I've always had a phobia that there is a link between eating too many durians and a stroke. That at least, was what happened to my late father. The problem is, I give him mixed signals. I want him to eat healthily, yet I'm an unhealthy eater myself. I don't like him to snack, yet I'm an incorrigible snacker. It's okay when I stuff myself but I get worked up when he does.
One recent Saturday night,we decided to go to Geylang for supper.We headed for the popular beef horfun stall, had a nice meal there, after which I announced that we should top it off by eating durians at a roadside stall nearby."Really? Durians?" he said, surprised as that's a fruit I rarely eat and he knows my views on it. Yes, I said, it'll be fun eating at a stall so late at night. Besides, I had a craving for it. It was a rare treat for both of us and I thought that that was that, then, no more durians for, say, one year. The next day, however, when I was still at work, he came home with a box of the fruit - and demolished all of it. The smell was lingering when I got back, and he confessed to it. I gave him my how-could-you look and embarked on my anti-durian tirade.
I said : You know it's so unhealthy for you, we just had it over the weekend, wasn't that enough, it's so smelly and fattening, do you want to put on weight and do you want to get a stroke? He said : But we ate it the other night. Anyway, I won that round because I told him that I simply can't tolerate stinky durian breath - which meant no goodnight kisses that night.Was I being unreasonable? Am I turning into that most reviled of household creatures, The Naggy Wife?
A friend told me that in all her eight years of marriage, she has never once questioned her husband on anything he ate. He's a grown man,she said, adding for good measure: Don't nag. Men hate that. Why can't I be more like her?Chilled and relaxed and non-controlling? It's not just his diet that can trigger me off, and he has learnt to read the signals - a sudden frostiness, a petulant twist of the mouth, a flash in the eyes. It happened again one morning when he was seized with the idea that we should check out the Tree Top Walk at MacRitchie. He'd gone there once before, loved it and wanted me to experience it.
It'll be too hot, I whined. He assured me that the forest trail was very shady.He was right. But what he hadn't told me was that it was 4.5km hike to the Tree Top, after which you walk another 1 km or so before making the 4.5km trek back. As noon approached, I got more and more bothered and irritated. Worse, I found out that his idea of a hike is to stroll together, admire the trees and take in the different smells. Mine is to burn as many calories as I can in the shortest time possible. I ended up walking way ahead of him. Why are you walking so slowly? I asked, turning around. A hike's meant to give your heart a workout. I added :Your cardio level isn't very good, is it? (Yes, it does sound like an unkind remark, but I was actually displaying tough love; I wanted to goad him to walk faster so he'll reap the cardio benefits.)
I suppose I behave the way I do because he lets me get away with it. I also want to see how far I can go in testing his patience and love. Mostly, though, I nag because I care for him and want what's good for him. I asked him the other day if he thought I was too bossy and fierce. No, he said, you're you. Besides, you're cute when you're cross. Oh, I said. It was hard to find a retort to that.But I still don't like you eating durians, I added, wanting the last word. But the durian is my favourite fruit, he reasoned. Unfavourite it then, I replied.At which point we looked at each other, amazed at the RIDICULOUSNESS of what I had just said, and burst out laughing. There's only so far a person can go before ferocity becomes just plain silly.And I guess so long as we both can see the funny side of my Tiger Wife antics, things are - and will be - ALL RIGHT. - Straits Times/ANN.
NEW CLUB TO OFFER SEX LESSONS : Wives can take up classes to learn to serve husbands better in the bedroom.
RAWANG : Sex lessons to help wives "serve their husbands better than a first-class prostitute" will be among the classes provided by the OBEDIENT WIVES CLUB (OWC) to help promote harmonious marriages and counter social ills. It's vice-president Dr Rohaya Mohamad said it was time sexual prowess took a front seat in marriage, beyond that of the traditional "GOOD MOTHER OR GOOD COOK" roles.
"A good or religious wife should also be good in bed," she told reporters after the launch of the club's Malaysian chapter at a golf club here yesterday.She said a husband who was kept happy in the bedroom would have no reason to stray, seek out prostitutes or indulge in other social vices. "The family institution is protected and we can curb social ills like prostitution, domestic violence, human trafficking and abondoned babies," she said , adding that she believed these problems stemmed from UNFULFILLED SEXUAL NEEDS AT HOME.
Dr Rohaya, who previously served 15 years as a doctor in the Health Ministry, said the club would also offer counselling and lecture sessions for wives, husbands or couples. She said the Malaysian chapter had around 800 members while its chapter in Jordan had 200, adding that another in Indonesia was set to be launched on June 19 in Jakarta. Asked whether wives should remain obedient if their husbands still abused or cheated on them despite being "KEPT HAPPY" in the BEDROOM, Dr Rohaya said everyone was subject to God's rule."God has His ways and is fair to all. A husband is also subject to God's rule, meaning he can go to hell, too. But a woman must be a good wife to the end," she said, adding that according to Islam, women should pray, fast during Ramadan, protect their CHASTITY and obey their husbands if they wanted to enter heaven.
Dr Rohaya said the club was undaunted by public criticism, adding that she believed this was a "successful formula" to happy marriages.OBEDIENT WIVES CLUB and the Polygamy Club were formed by Global Ikhwan Sdn Bhd an organisation founded by former members of the banned Al-Arqam Islamic group.A mass wedding reception for eight couples was also held during the launch.
FACEBOOK GROUP SET UP TO COUNTER OBEDIENT WIVES CLUB.
PETALING JAYA : Facebook users have started a group called "WE DO NOT WANT SEXIST NONSENSE FROM GLOBAL IKHWAN SDN BHD" after reading about the Obedient Wives Club (OWC) launched by the organisation. Someone called Matthew Tard Ong wrote that he created the group as he believed both partners played a role in keeping a marriage healthy. As of 9:30 pm yesterday, 133 people had joined the group. The OWC, or Kelab Taat Suami, was launched yesterday. Its members strived to delight their husbands in almost every way.
OWC vice-president Dr Rohaya Mohamad said this included keeping husbands sexually satisfied so they would not turn to prostitutes or keep mistresses. A Muslim husband, who only wanted to be known by his first name Zul, said he did not agree with the message sent out by the club. "Yes,sex is important,but you can't say that it will curb social ills in such a sweeping manner.""There are other factors involved," said the 36-year-old technician. He said men tended to stray for psychological reasons that he himself did not fully understand. Men, he said, could cheat on their wives despite having a happy marriage. Sociologist and social activist Rohanna Ariffin suggested that OWC members read up on statistics by women's rights group and the police to find out the factors that caused domestic violence.
"Women shouldn't be women's worst enemy. Husbands have to take responsibility for their own behaviour," said Rohanna who is also a Parti Rakyat Malaysia central committee member. She stressed that it was wrong for women to take all the blame for men's weaknesses. However, Selayang Umno deputy chief Datuk Nasir Ibrahim said the club was extraordinary and unique. He said Selayang Umno fully supported the club as most problems had their roots at home. "There may be negative voices decrying this as male chauvinism but I don't see it that way. If the family institution is strong with good marital relations, it can help counter social ills," he said at the launch of the club yesterday.
"A good or religious wife should also be good in bed," she told reporters after the launch of the club's Malaysian chapter at a golf club here yesterday.She said a husband who was kept happy in the bedroom would have no reason to stray, seek out prostitutes or indulge in other social vices. "The family institution is protected and we can curb social ills like prostitution, domestic violence, human trafficking and abondoned babies," she said , adding that she believed these problems stemmed from UNFULFILLED SEXUAL NEEDS AT HOME.
Dr Rohaya, who previously served 15 years as a doctor in the Health Ministry, said the club would also offer counselling and lecture sessions for wives, husbands or couples. She said the Malaysian chapter had around 800 members while its chapter in Jordan had 200, adding that another in Indonesia was set to be launched on June 19 in Jakarta. Asked whether wives should remain obedient if their husbands still abused or cheated on them despite being "KEPT HAPPY" in the BEDROOM, Dr Rohaya said everyone was subject to God's rule."God has His ways and is fair to all. A husband is also subject to God's rule, meaning he can go to hell, too. But a woman must be a good wife to the end," she said, adding that according to Islam, women should pray, fast during Ramadan, protect their CHASTITY and obey their husbands if they wanted to enter heaven.
Dr Rohaya said the club was undaunted by public criticism, adding that she believed this was a "successful formula" to happy marriages.OBEDIENT WIVES CLUB and the Polygamy Club were formed by Global Ikhwan Sdn Bhd an organisation founded by former members of the banned Al-Arqam Islamic group.A mass wedding reception for eight couples was also held during the launch.
FACEBOOK GROUP SET UP TO COUNTER OBEDIENT WIVES CLUB.
PETALING JAYA : Facebook users have started a group called "WE DO NOT WANT SEXIST NONSENSE FROM GLOBAL IKHWAN SDN BHD" after reading about the Obedient Wives Club (OWC) launched by the organisation. Someone called Matthew Tard Ong wrote that he created the group as he believed both partners played a role in keeping a marriage healthy. As of 9:30 pm yesterday, 133 people had joined the group. The OWC, or Kelab Taat Suami, was launched yesterday. Its members strived to delight their husbands in almost every way.
OWC vice-president Dr Rohaya Mohamad said this included keeping husbands sexually satisfied so they would not turn to prostitutes or keep mistresses. A Muslim husband, who only wanted to be known by his first name Zul, said he did not agree with the message sent out by the club. "Yes,sex is important,but you can't say that it will curb social ills in such a sweeping manner.""There are other factors involved," said the 36-year-old technician. He said men tended to stray for psychological reasons that he himself did not fully understand. Men, he said, could cheat on their wives despite having a happy marriage. Sociologist and social activist Rohanna Ariffin suggested that OWC members read up on statistics by women's rights group and the police to find out the factors that caused domestic violence.
"Women shouldn't be women's worst enemy. Husbands have to take responsibility for their own behaviour," said Rohanna who is also a Parti Rakyat Malaysia central committee member. She stressed that it was wrong for women to take all the blame for men's weaknesses. However, Selayang Umno deputy chief Datuk Nasir Ibrahim said the club was extraordinary and unique. He said Selayang Umno fully supported the club as most problems had their roots at home. "There may be negative voices decrying this as male chauvinism but I don't see it that way. If the family institution is strong with good marital relations, it can help counter social ills," he said at the launch of the club yesterday.
Friday, 3 June 2011
MY HUSBAND, MY MASTER~Social ills caused by disobedient wives,say Obedient Wives Club.
PETALING JAYA: Obey, serve and entertain your husband - that's the KEY MESSAGE to WIVES by a club which focus on how to reduce social ills committed by husbands.The Obedient Wives Club, to be launched today,will provide tips to wives on ways to keep their husband contented. Its spokesman Siti Maznah Mohd Taufik said MANY SOCIAL ILLS were caused by disobedient wives who did not bring joy to their husbands. "Domestic abuse happens because wives don't obey their husband. He must be responsible for his wife's well-being but she must listen to him," she told The Star.
Siti Maznah, a 48-year-old mother of fivc, stressed that husbands would not visit prostitutes if wives gave them a satisfying sex life. "Wives should welcome them with sexy clothes and alluring smiles in the privacy of their homes," she said. On whether it was the wife's fault if she was abused, Siti Maznah replied: "Yes, most probably because she didn't listen to her husband." Global Ikhwan, an organisation founded by former members of the banned Al-Arqam Islamic group,is behind the formation of the club. It had also launched the Ikhwan Polygamy Club two years ago. Siti Maznah said she treated her husband's first wife like her elder sister.
"Altogether we have 16 children in our household. But my husband is a happy man, you can see it from his actions," she added. She said the Ikhwan Polygamy Club had over 1,000 members comprising husbands and wives. The average number of children per polygamous household ranged from four to 26. Women, Family and Community Development Minister Datuk Seri Shahrizat Abdul Jalil, in an immediate reaction, said she was saddened by the development, adding that it did not reflect the vast progress made by local Muslim womenfolk.
"Unfortunately even today,there are still many Muslim women who are ignorant of their rights or culturally inhibited to exercise their rights in full," she said. Sisters in Islam acting executive director Ratna Osman said Islam advocated marriages based on mutual cooperation and respect. "Abusive men often use women's behaviour as a sick justification but in the end, their actions are their responsibility," she said.
Siti Maznah, a 48-year-old mother of fivc, stressed that husbands would not visit prostitutes if wives gave them a satisfying sex life. "Wives should welcome them with sexy clothes and alluring smiles in the privacy of their homes," she said. On whether it was the wife's fault if she was abused, Siti Maznah replied: "Yes, most probably because she didn't listen to her husband." Global Ikhwan, an organisation founded by former members of the banned Al-Arqam Islamic group,is behind the formation of the club. It had also launched the Ikhwan Polygamy Club two years ago. Siti Maznah said she treated her husband's first wife like her elder sister.
"Altogether we have 16 children in our household. But my husband is a happy man, you can see it from his actions," she added. She said the Ikhwan Polygamy Club had over 1,000 members comprising husbands and wives. The average number of children per polygamous household ranged from four to 26. Women, Family and Community Development Minister Datuk Seri Shahrizat Abdul Jalil, in an immediate reaction, said she was saddened by the development, adding that it did not reflect the vast progress made by local Muslim womenfolk.
"Unfortunately even today,there are still many Muslim women who are ignorant of their rights or culturally inhibited to exercise their rights in full," she said. Sisters in Islam acting executive director Ratna Osman said Islam advocated marriages based on mutual cooperation and respect. "Abusive men often use women's behaviour as a sick justification but in the end, their actions are their responsibility," she said.
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
I'VE FOUND A BUTLER ~ MY MOTHER!!!!!
This is my fantasy. To have a Butler, to have the net, to be able to Surf, and to use the internet being well Paid!!!!!
Thanks and I had praised the Lord!
Hi, it's nice to meet you!
Life is full of FUN and LAUGHTER! It's supposed to be this way. After a life-long accomplishment, I felt like I wanted to FLY. And fly is that I did. I grew a pair of wings and I flew across the sky. Across the internet. All I ever wanted was to be HAPPY and on TOP OF THE WORLD. Adioos, I am in on it! My love and my God! I learnt to depend on myself. I learnt to count on myself. And I learnt to love. Most of all. The world is SO constipated of LOVE. Everyone's choking and insufficient of it! Learn to Love and learn to fly. FOREVER......My Love for you and for God.
CONTEMPLATION OF MYSELF!
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