Thursday, October 29, 2009

Maid

I'm on leave today.

On an unrelated news, I read about a Singaporean pouring boiling water
onto her maid's genital and extracting her two front teeth with
pliers. Such cruelty and inhuman act.

Just yesterday, a friend proclaimed that she want to kill her maid.

I believe that maids bring out the worst behaviour out of someone. We
forget our humanity when we have complete power to lord over someone.
My friend is the nicest lady I know and yet her maid could turn her
into a monster.

That is also one of the reasons I'm not using a maid. To save myself
and also to discourage these negative learning by little sen.

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Sent from iPhone

Monday, October 26, 2009

RIP Harry....

Our dog, Harry, was attacked and killed this morning by a neighbour dog. It's sad. He was minding his own business, going for his morning walk, on a leash, with my father when the neighbour dog attacked. My father tried to push the dogs apart, fortunately, they didn't bite him, but the evil dog leapt and lunged at Harry. He bled a lot and after 3 or 4 vicious bites at the back and thigh, he lied motionless by the roadside.

My father thought he's still breathing and rushed him to the vet. At 7am in the morning, no vets were opened so they went to the 24-hour vet hospital in Jalan Ipoh, near Pekeliling. By the time they reached the hospital, Harry's eyes and tongue turned black and he passed away. The doctor said that if he were much younger, he would have survived the bites but because Harry's so old, it's impossible for him to sustain the injury.

The neighbour was very sorry - not their fault, actually - she was reversing her car and had her autogate open at that time. Who would expect her dog to go mental and came for an attack? The neighbour came to our house to apologize and gave my parents an angpow and fruits. We returned the angpow. She said she will have to send her dog away especially since it has tasted blood.. the dog would be a danger to the community!

Harry's a good dog. He had his own's idiosyncracies, but he's harmless. He was a great companion and he brought fun and happiness to the family. He didn't deserve to die this way. I was hoping he would die through old age. Not by being attacked!

The last time I saw him was yesterday (Sunday), when I went to visit my parents. But because I was carrying my baby girl, I didn't bend down to pet him. I just looked at him, said hi and asked how was he. Of course he didn't respond back. Little did I expect that that was my last interaction with him - the last time I saw him too.

My father was especially devastated. He loved Harry very much and he felt that he could have done more to save him this morning.

Ahhh, such is life. I believe Harry would be reborn soon and I hope our paths will cross again... you were a good dog!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Windows 7 is out!

It's not going to have any of the problems Vista had. Trust me!

Friday, October 09, 2009

Read this in my email this morning:
(one of my readers need this .. hope she will read it and reflect)

This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was awarded an Honorary PhD..

"I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk or your life on a bus or in a car or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.

People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good.

Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and them to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre, at my job if those other things were not true.

You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon or found a lump in your breast?

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger.

Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work.. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on excessive eating and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.

It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.

I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face.

Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived".

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