Love you both....

Have I been a good daugther? Have I hurt my parents? Have I disobeyed them? Sometimes I feel I have not given much to my parents. Not spending enough time especially for the past year. Not given much happiness to them. Sometimes, when I look at them, I will feel sad as I know they not be with me anymore one day. I am scared as all along, I have them by my side. My dad has gone through a lot since the war days. To hear him talk about those days, I feel we are so blessed. My dad is someone who is very loyal man. For as long as I have known him, his daily breakfast is bread. He has been working for the same profession and same company for the past 20 years. He never fails to go for his morning walk every morning unless it is raining. I wish I can learn to be like him. He doesn't really care what other people say, as long as he knows he is doing the right thing. And my dad is a wise money spender. Every cent counts....
My mum? I inherited her personality of being "over-worried". Tend to think of every detail before doing something and when something goes wrong, we both will start to panic...She nags but it's all for my own good. So many times I wanted to tell not to worry as I am old enough to take care of myself but she will always be worried....Which mother does not, right?
I am blessed to have such wonderful parents. Will try to make them happy and show them that they have successfully raised a independent girl. Mum, dad although I never say it much, but I love you both and always treasure both of you.

India....

India...What is the most common thing that comes to your mind when it comes to India? To me, it will be the people, lots and lots of people...It was an eye-opening trip to India a few weeks back. I was there for about 1 week for a workshop. It is not as bad as I had imagined but some things are just unexpected like the driving culture. Cars without side mirrors are a norm. Even those with side mirrors never bother to flip it open. Reason? Easier to "squeez" through the heavy, heavy traffic. It takes a lot of courage and aggresiveness to drive in India. No joke...
Tasted a lot of different India food, some are delicious but some are a bit weird. Thanks to one of my colleague there, we were able to have a few last hours of pure Indian culture on the day we left for KL. Imagine, riding a tiny trishaw with two adult guys. Yes, it was an experience but pity the guy who pulled the trishaw. Must have been hard for him...
Bargaining is a must if you are to shop here. Prices can be lowered up till 80% but no guarantee the product is genuine or not.It was quite a disappointment that I did not get any Punjabi suits.
It was really a great experience. We went to a few historical monuments around town, the parliament house, the India gate, Qutab Minar...So, if given a chance, i will go back there again and that time around I will not miss Taj Mahal, definitely...

Edison with India Gate...

Yes, this trishaw can fit me, my local colleague and Edison...

Was forced to pay RP 50 for taking this picture...

Me and Qutab Mina at the backdrop...

Morning view from my room...Quite dusty because of the constuctions all around the city...

Bus station? Nope this the airport...In Delhi

People....lots of people...

Life?

Sometimes in life, you feel you have lost everything. You gambled and you lost. At that point, everything is meaningless. But it's how you stand back up and have the courage to gamble again that makes life interesting. I am no fighter, just a normal girl with a normal life and always try to find something interesting to carry on. Always searching for that missing piece...
Sometimes in life, we only live for certain things. Life has become so routined...So so predictable, it as become boring...It is not suppose to be this way. What can we do but? Simple: change the way we think...It all depends on how you chose to look at life...
Live life to the fullest because it only happens once...

Pantai Morib

So so so so so adorable......

Walk the line

Just finished watching 'Walk the Line'. A very heart warming true story based on the life of Johnny Cash, a legendary musician in the 50-60's and his love June Carter. It's amazing how this story potrays the love of a man to a woman. Johnny and June had overcome so many difficulties along the way and finally they are together for a strong 30+ years. Both passed away in 2003. Johnny wrote in his biography:

"What June did for me was post signs along the way, lift me when I was weak, encourage me when I was discouraged, and love me when I was alone and felt unlovable. She is the greatest woman I have ever known. Nobody else, except my mother, comes close. "

And June wrote two beautiful poems to Johnny.

http://maninblack.net/Misc_June_Poem.html

Ain't love such a beautiful feeling?