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Sunday, September 30, 2007
Overview Of My September.
Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.
Victor Borge
I have been missing my friends so much. I miss my angels who have been there with me through my poly days, my laughters and cries. I miss all of it. When i think of all of it, i can only smile and wish for all of it t come back. But i know that it will never be. So i will just live by the moment and enjoy everything that i have now.
Overall of my September has been quite a pleasant one. A little roller-coaster ride but it was all good. Got a full time job at the Cerebral Palsy Center and I am adapting there. It is quite alright. Adapting to staying with the smelly bf of mine too. *Laughters* I am alright now. I miss my friends so much. I am quite tired after work and prepararing for the birthdy celebrations and all.
Other than that, kiran and pushpa got registered on the 24th and i am so happy for them. The wedding will be in December. I cant wait for that one. I am going nuts thinking about my future and what i really want to do. I mean nothing about my relationship but my personal and career life. *Sigh*
Ok that's about it for my September. I miss all my friends. And i love all of you so much!!
Updated Pictures For Sept.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Stop & Read!!
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I Am Excited About My Work.
First keep the peace within yourself, then you can also bring peace to others.
Thomas a Kempis
Thomas a Kempis
Peace, what is peace?? Do you see peace around you? Do you think that this world is peaceful? Do you find yourself living in a peaceful environment?
I feel that this is a very fast paced life, where you do not really have time to sit and enjoy the beauty of your surroundings. I have not really had my OWN PERSONAL time in a very long time. I feel very busy and always on the move. I need my own time.
Work, Home, Sleep and nothing else that i have been doing. Busy with the birthday preparations too!! Things are like half way done and some more things need to be done and bought. I am tired and i feel very lost at times.
Next week i will start teaching my own kids. I am so excited about it. I asked for my own table and my own stuff for teaching. I mean i need my space too right?? Moreover, everyone else has their own table, so i should have my own too!! I need to stand up for my rights otherwise i am scared that they might take advantage of me.
Things are going smoothly in my personal life. Though its quite mundane now, i am able to tahan and just wait for everything to settle down first. Feeling so broke and the expenses just increases like water! Arghh.. cost of living in S'pore is super duper high!! I cant wait for my first pay check!!! I am going to plan properly and save. Cant spend so much as i need to think of my future and when iam in need of money.
Ok now i have to go and continue with all my work!!
Take care!!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Things Are Happier..
It is a funny thing about life: If you refuse to accept anything but the best you very often get it. Somerset Maugham
You need to accept the good or the bad that comes in your life. You just have o take things the way they are and learn from what ever that happens. And i am learning to deal with the good and the bad things in my life.
I am happy with the way thing are in life now. I am learning and growing from the lessons learnt. At times, things are quite hard but with my loved ones around me i am doing quite alright. Things have been sorted out and i am much happier now. Although, one problem is solved, other problems comes in and i do not know how to deal with it cause its not my probs.
Arghh!!!
Work has been very good. I am loving my work so much. I havent gotten my own kids but i tried teaching the other. And it was a very good feeling. I am looking forward to teach my own kids. I know that i have a lot more to learn in this line, but i am willing and eager to learn more. I think i have mentioned this before, on the second day of work i already experienced the work politics and i was kinda right. Anywa, no matter where you are, be it school or work, there will always be politics. Its how you deal with all of it. I have to bring my own food to work, which is good and bad. Good cause i can save money on food, and bad cause every single day i have to think of what to pack.
I have been busy with making my 'day ivitation cards and thinking of the party and planning. I just got my dress and i am so tired. My head feels like its going to burst!! But i know it will all pay off on that special day. I am looking forward to meet loads of my friends. Yippie!!
Being a girl is so troublesome!! You know we sigh when our period comes and when it does not comes we worry. And now i am worried. And i hate my period coming at a later date cause it just means that i will have to suffer more, which i hate going through. I bet his month i will have to be in so much pain again. Sigh why must we all go through all of this??? Anyway is anyone of you girls out there like me?? Pls share with me and how you deal with it. Thanks.
I am heading to bed now. Good night. Hope all of you had a good weekend.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Two Lady Smokers
Two old ladies are outsid e their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. One of the old ladies pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues smoking.
Maude: What in the hell is that ?
Mabel: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Maude: Where did you get it ?
Mabel: You can get them at any drugstore.
The next day, Maude hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.
The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers.
'Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel.'
The pharmacist fainted. ?
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I am BLESSED to have YOU by my side!!
I am very glad and bless to have you beside me. You make me realise many things which i fail to see by myself. You explain and help me understand. Than you so much. I was so afraid that bad things might happen to us, but i held on and now everything is strong and good. Thank you so much. I love you with all my heart and you have made me grow into who i am now. Muacks.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Things Changed So Drastically!!
Creativity is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift to God.
Bob Moawad
I guess i am doing very well with my gift from God. I am not praising myself but i am definitely very happy having that gift. Although i question myself why i have that gift at times. Overall, i am very very happy.
Bob Moawad
I guess i am doing very well with my gift from God. I am not praising myself but i am definitely very happy having that gift. Although i question myself why i have that gift at times. Overall, i am very very happy.
Today i realised that when you think everything is going well, but it just turns out the opposite. My plans that i have made have changed quite a bit. I am quite depressed actually!! It really hurts me to think of what has been happening. But i guess that i am not family and thus the treatment. I am so down!! Have i done anything wrong to have hurt you?? Why are you treating me like that? What did i do? You do not talk to me but you take action. I feel that you have changed so much, ok i am not saying that i have not. But i try to make conversations with you, i feel that you want to take control and be higher than me. I have always looked up to you but now i do not even know at all. I am sad that we have become like that. I am really so down!! I am facing one after another and i do not know why. Its all making me stronger thats all i know. Things are so different. I try whenever i can to make conversations and small talks, but i guess that its still the same. I doubt things will ever be the same. Maybe i should not have even made the decision that i have made. It makes me so sad that i feel everything was just a mistake!! I just do not know what to do anymore. I am sorry if i came in ya life and ruined it somehow. So sorry!! I will not interfere in your matters anymore. Sorry I thought i was welcomed, but i guess i am not at all welcomed. So sorry once again.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Second Day Of Work!!
If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his garden. He will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that has rolled under the radiator.
W. Beran Wolfe
You do not need to be all worried or super anxious about your happiness or how things are going to be. Just lead ya life normally and it will all go smoothly. Which is what i am doing now. I am leaving things as how it is. If it comes my way then good, otherwise i will just carry on.
Happy Birthday My Darling Brother Steve & Aswad.
I Pray For You Both And Everyone Else Celebrating On This Day.
God Bless & Guide You Through Everything.
Love You Always.
Today is the second day at my new job in the special school. I am really so happy over there. Yesterday, i went off during lunch time to do my pre-employment medical check-up. And there, i found out that my weight is now 38.1kg. I was super happy when i saw the weight. Haha ok i know you must be thinking that i am just mad to be happy abt that weight but its a very good accomplishment for me.
Anyway, today was the real eye opener for me. I saw the work politics on the very second day. But its better to know now than later. Despite that, i am still standing on neutral grounds as no one has offended or do me wrong in any way, so i find no reason to be angry or despise anyone. I had a good day today. I took a class of three students today with Cerebral Palsy (CP) and i was very pleased with myself. I am not teaching now as there are no kids assigned to me yet.
I am looking forward to everyday of my work. Oh i forget to mention that i am sick now. Arghh helped baby to clean the house and room, and there was too much dust and paint smell. Thats the reason why i am sick now. And i am staying with the smelly ass but i do go home too. I miss my family especially my mum. It is really so different staying away from my family like this. But its a good lesson for me to learn.
Anyway good night. Hope everyone have a very good week ahead. Take care and i will update as much as i can ok. Love all of you so much. =)
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
My Endless & Tiring Days
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending. Carl Bard
I have learnt that so many times. I think of going back in time and changing what i have done. But i realised that by making that mistake and learning from it, I ensure that i do not do that mistake once again. So just start from where u stopped and learn from what you have done.
Happy 6 Months Mr Sean Anthony Wales.
Its been seriously blissful and quite a learning experience.
Thank you for being by my side and supporting me.
I am embarking on a new journey in my career and a new and different start for our relationship.
I am really excited and i know that everything will go fine.
I love you for everything and who you are.
Muacks.
Stayed over at baby's place yesterday. We did so much work that the time passes so fast and we did not know at all. We placed the bed sheets and comforter and it felt so damn good sleeping in it. We were so tired that both of us did not go to work today. Another reason why i wanted to stay over was to celebrate our 6 months together. Baby has been very busy with work and cleaning the house, so i need to make time for him.
Woke up and headed back home. Came back watched the movie Freedom Writers and it was so good. Yes!! I was so busy that i did not go and watch and recent movies. Then got ready and went to the temple for my granny's prayers. The temple is so far away from my house. Came back and i went to sleep.
There are so many things on my mind. I feel that the both of us are so tired up with our own things that we left our relationship hanging. It is just so mundane. When i think about it, its just so painful but i know its not the end of it. We have to just settle our own stuff and then we can work on what we have. Although its strong, its just mundane and so is my personal life. Arghh!! NO MATTER what i will still love u my stinky boy. =)
And i seriously miss hanging out with many people. I miss what we used to have. I miss how we used to be. But i know i am also not making an effort to keep what we used to have. And from now on, i will do more than what it takes to keep all my relationships strong.
Saint Agatha
St. Agatha
Feastday: February 5
Although we have evidence that Agatha was venerated at least as far back as the sixth century, the only facts we have about her are that she was born in Sicily and died there a martyr.
In the legend of her life, we are told that she belonged to a rich, important family. When she was young, she dedicated her life to God and resisted any men who wanted to marry her or have sex with her. One of these men, Quintian, was of a high enough rank that he felt he could force her to acquiesce. Knowing she was a Christian in a time of persecution, he had her arrested and brought before the judge - - himself. He expected her to give in to when faced with torture and possible death, but she simply affirmed her belief in God by praying: "Jesus Christ, Lord of all, you see my heart, you know my desires. Possess all that I am. I am your sheep: make me worthy to overcome the devil."
Legend tells us that Quintian imprisoned her in a brothel in order to get her to change her mind. Quintian brought her back before him after she had suffered a month of assault and humiliation in the brothel, but Agatha had never wavered, proclaiming that her freedom came from Jesus. Quintian sent her to prison, instead of back to the brothel -- a move intended to make her more afraid, but which probably was a great relief to her. When she continued to profess her faith in Jesus, Quintian had her tortured. He refused her any medical care but God gave her all the care she needed in the form of a vision of St. Peter. When she was tortured again, she died after saying a final prayer: "Lord, my Creator, you have always protected me from the cradle; you have taken me from the love of the world and given me patience to suffer. Receive my soul."
Because one of the tortures she supposedly suffered was to have her breasts cut off, she was often depicted carrying her breasts on a plate. It is thought that blessing of the bread that takes place on her feast may have come from the mistaken notion that she was carrying loaves of bread.
Because she was asked for help during the eruption of Mount Etna she is considered a protector against the outbreak of fire. She is also considered the patroness of bellmakers for an unknown reason -- though some speculate it may have something to do with the fact that bells were used as fire alarms.
Prayer:
Saint Agatha, you suffered sexual assault and indignity because of your faith. Help heal all those who are survivors of sexual assault and protect those women who are in danger. Amen
Feastday: February 5
Although we have evidence that Agatha was venerated at least as far back as the sixth century, the only facts we have about her are that she was born in Sicily and died there a martyr.
In the legend of her life, we are told that she belonged to a rich, important family. When she was young, she dedicated her life to God and resisted any men who wanted to marry her or have sex with her. One of these men, Quintian, was of a high enough rank that he felt he could force her to acquiesce. Knowing she was a Christian in a time of persecution, he had her arrested and brought before the judge - - himself. He expected her to give in to when faced with torture and possible death, but she simply affirmed her belief in God by praying: "Jesus Christ, Lord of all, you see my heart, you know my desires. Possess all that I am. I am your sheep: make me worthy to overcome the devil."
Legend tells us that Quintian imprisoned her in a brothel in order to get her to change her mind. Quintian brought her back before him after she had suffered a month of assault and humiliation in the brothel, but Agatha had never wavered, proclaiming that her freedom came from Jesus. Quintian sent her to prison, instead of back to the brothel -- a move intended to make her more afraid, but which probably was a great relief to her. When she continued to profess her faith in Jesus, Quintian had her tortured. He refused her any medical care but God gave her all the care she needed in the form of a vision of St. Peter. When she was tortured again, she died after saying a final prayer: "Lord, my Creator, you have always protected me from the cradle; you have taken me from the love of the world and given me patience to suffer. Receive my soul."
Because one of the tortures she supposedly suffered was to have her breasts cut off, she was often depicted carrying her breasts on a plate. It is thought that blessing of the bread that takes place on her feast may have come from the mistaken notion that she was carrying loaves of bread.
Because she was asked for help during the eruption of Mount Etna she is considered a protector against the outbreak of fire. She is also considered the patroness of bellmakers for an unknown reason -- though some speculate it may have something to do with the fact that bells were used as fire alarms.
Prayer:
Saint Agatha, you suffered sexual assault and indignity because of your faith. Help heal all those who are survivors of sexual assault and protect those women who are in danger. Amen
I will always love you.
'I Will Always Love You'
A school principal finds that little children can be incredibly caring.
By Suzanne Perry, Ph.D.
Like most elementary schools, it was typical to have a parade of students in and out of the health clinic throughout the day. We dispensed ice for bumps and bruises, Band-Aids for cuts, and liberal doses of sympathy and hugs. As principal, my office was right next door to the clinic, so I often dropped in to lend a hand and help out with the hugs. I knew that for some kids, mine might be the only one they got all day.
One morning I was putting a Band-Aid on a little girl's scraped knee. Her blonde hair was matted, and I noticed that she was shivering in her thin little sleeveless blouse. I found her a warm sweatshirt and helped her pull it on. "Thanks for taking care of me," she whispered as she climbed into my lap and snuggled up against me.
It wasn't long after that when I ran across an unfamiliar lump under my arm. Cancer, an aggressively spreading kind, had already invaded thirteen of my lymph nodes. I pondered whether or not to tell the students about my diagnosis. The word breast seemed so hard to say out loud to them, and the word cancer seemed so frightening. When it became evident that the children were going to find out one way or another, either the straight scoop from me or possibly a garbled version from someone else, I decided to tell them myself.
It wasn't easy to get the words out, but the empathy and concern I saw in their faces as I explained it to them told me I had made the right decision. When I gave them a chance to ask questions, they mostly wanted to know how they could help. I told them that what I would like best would be their letters, pictures and prayers.
I stood by the gym door as the children solemnly filed out. My little blonde friend darted out of line and threw herself into my arms. Then she stepped back to look up into my face. "Don't be afraid, Dr. Perry," she said earnestly, "I know you'll be back because now it's our turn to take care of you."
No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent me off to my first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written. A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment. By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always Love You."
Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until they covered every wall of my room. Then the kids traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands. "I feel like I've stepped into Disneyland every time I walk into this room," my doctor laughed. That was even before the six-foot apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages written on paper apples from the students and teachers. What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I headed up the road to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What if the kids have forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don't want a skinny bald principal? What if...I caught sight of the school marquee as I rounded the bend. "Welcome Back, Dr. Perry," it read. As I drew closer, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons--ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too.
My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. "You're back, Dr. Perry, you're back!" she called. "See, I told you we'd take care of you!" As I hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly heard my music box playing "I will always love you."
No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent me off to my first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written. A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment. By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always Love You."
Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until they covered every wall of my room. Then the kids traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands. "I feel like I've stepped into Disneyland every time I walk into this room," my doctor laughed. That was even before the six-foot apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages written on paper apples from the students and teachers. What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I headed up the road to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What if the kids have forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don't want a skinny bald principal? What if...I caught sight of the school marquee as I rounded the bend. "Welcome Back, Dr. Perry," it read. As I drew closer, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons--ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too.
My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. "You're back, Dr. Perry, you're back!" she called. "See, I told you we'd take care of you!" As I hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly heard my music box playing "I will always love you."
A school principal finds that little children can be incredibly caring.
By Suzanne Perry, Ph.D.
Like most elementary schools, it was typical to have a parade of students in and out of the health clinic throughout the day. We dispensed ice for bumps and bruises, Band-Aids for cuts, and liberal doses of sympathy and hugs. As principal, my office was right next door to the clinic, so I often dropped in to lend a hand and help out with the hugs. I knew that for some kids, mine might be the only one they got all day.
One morning I was putting a Band-Aid on a little girl's scraped knee. Her blonde hair was matted, and I noticed that she was shivering in her thin little sleeveless blouse. I found her a warm sweatshirt and helped her pull it on. "Thanks for taking care of me," she whispered as she climbed into my lap and snuggled up against me.
It wasn't long after that when I ran across an unfamiliar lump under my arm. Cancer, an aggressively spreading kind, had already invaded thirteen of my lymph nodes. I pondered whether or not to tell the students about my diagnosis. The word breast seemed so hard to say out loud to them, and the word cancer seemed so frightening. When it became evident that the children were going to find out one way or another, either the straight scoop from me or possibly a garbled version from someone else, I decided to tell them myself.
It wasn't easy to get the words out, but the empathy and concern I saw in their faces as I explained it to them told me I had made the right decision. When I gave them a chance to ask questions, they mostly wanted to know how they could help. I told them that what I would like best would be their letters, pictures and prayers.
I stood by the gym door as the children solemnly filed out. My little blonde friend darted out of line and threw herself into my arms. Then she stepped back to look up into my face. "Don't be afraid, Dr. Perry," she said earnestly, "I know you'll be back because now it's our turn to take care of you."
No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent me off to my first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written. A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment. By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always Love You."
Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until they covered every wall of my room. Then the kids traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands. "I feel like I've stepped into Disneyland every time I walk into this room," my doctor laughed. That was even before the six-foot apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages written on paper apples from the students and teachers. What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I headed up the road to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What if the kids have forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don't want a skinny bald principal? What if...I caught sight of the school marquee as I rounded the bend. "Welcome Back, Dr. Perry," it read. As I drew closer, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons--ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too.
My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. "You're back, Dr. Perry, you're back!" she called. "See, I told you we'd take care of you!" As I hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly heard my music box playing "I will always love you."
No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent me off to my first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written. A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment. By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always Love You."
Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until they covered every wall of my room. Then the kids traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands. "I feel like I've stepped into Disneyland every time I walk into this room," my doctor laughed. That was even before the six-foot apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages written on paper apples from the students and teachers. What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I headed up the road to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What if the kids have forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don't want a skinny bald principal? What if...I caught sight of the school marquee as I rounded the bend. "Welcome Back, Dr. Perry," it read. As I drew closer, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons--ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too.
My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. "You're back, Dr. Perry, you're back!" she called. "See, I told you we'd take care of you!" As I hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly heard my music box playing "I will always love you."
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
I Miss My Girls.
I miss my girls so much. I sit and think of those times when we were in school, laughing and enjoying together. We stood by each other and supported one another. Now we have gone our own ways. We have been so involved with our own lives to even meet up or have small chats. I feel really lost and lonely without the both of u. It just feels not as exciting and i do not look forward to talking to other friends. No offence to all my other friends ok!! But i seriously miss u both so much. You mean so much to me!! I talk about the both of u so much to my bf and he asks me why we do not go out. And i ask myself that too. Sigh. Babe let us meet soon!! I love u so much darlings!! I never wanna loose either one of u ever!!! Thanks for all the times when you stood by my side and guided me through. Muacks!!
Monday, September 03, 2007
A Time To Laugh.
A couple go for a meal at a Chinese restaurant and order the "Chicken Surprise." The waiter brings the meal, served in a lidded cast iron pot. Just as the wife is about to serve herself, the lid of the pot rises slightly and she briefly sees two beady little eyes looking around before the lid slams back down. "Good grief, did you see that?" she asks her husband. He hasn't, so she asks him to look in the pot. He reaches for it and again the lid rises, and he sees two little eyes looking around before it slams down. Rather perturbed, he calls the waiter over, explains what is happening, and demands an explanation. "Please sir," says the waiter, "what you order?" The husband replies, "Chicken Surprise." You're going to love this..................You're going to hate yourself for loving this! "Ah! So solly," says the waiter, "I bring you Peeking Duck!"
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Novena Procession.
Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery, Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present. Unknown
Came back from Pasir Ris house, went to have a hair cut and rebonded my hair. Came home took a shower and went to sleep. Woke up just in time to get ready for Novena Procession. Met baby over there. It was a very good feeling cause it was the first time with him. The whole eperience of attending the procession was a wonderful one. I loved every single moment of it. After church, mummy called and said that she was in pain and all. So we headed over to KK hospital and was with her. She got admitted and she was so scared. After that baby came over to my place and we slept like a pig. I am too exhausted. So good night.
Happy Birthday Daddy!!
To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end in life.
Baruch Spinoza
Baruch Spinoza
Happy Birthday My Sweet Daddy.
Thank You For Everything You Have Done.
I Love You & Always Will.
May God Bless You Always.
Tired, sleepy and body aches.
Sleep over at the new house after doing work.
Some more work to do.
Our room not painted yet, but colour is being picked already.
Will update soon!!