All the drama of buying a moisturizer

Well, I live in the city.Everything about me is in the city. Of course is not as bad as where my sister is living in – London. Our Msn conversation is always about skin. Our skin is just wearing us out. Making us look tired when we are not, feels tight when we are not doing anything and gives “that’ tingling sensation. The air pollution from the public transport it just dehydrating our skin. I finally switch my skincare for another brand. I blew about $ 400 just on skincare. Yesterday was one week of me using it, I see improvement. My skin is clearer but the feeling that my skin is still dry just crack me up. I went to see a consultant and they did a diagnosis on my skin as the conclusion is not dry. It’s just a combination. I miss the feeling of my skin when I was back home. My skin trauma to environmental harshness is the wind, sun and air pollution. My greatest enemy to protect my skin is Sunblock. I can’t imagine Australia only allow SPF 30+ to be in the country. Sunscreen SPF 50 is available at Malaysia. Will buy heaps of them when I came back home.

 

Wishing I was there with you.

It has been 3 damn long years since we last saw each other. I really want to be next to you seeing you blow the candles away and party with you today. ( drinking too). I miss you. I know you miss me. I want to hug you, share with you so much stuff and news. Walking down memory lane with those things that we always do. Instant noodle, Milo and etc. Sometimes, I look at the picture of us. Time past, we grow and we still grow. We share our frustration, we gruble about our life and how to make things better. We think about maturity and growing up. Each time, I see Starbucks, I remember about us. They endless laughter, the massive download and msn chatting. You are part of my life. Always will. Here I am thinking when was the last time we celebrated Christmas. Will we celebrate Christmas together this year ? I am happy that during my darkest hour, you stood by me. Know that I will always be there for you. Happy Birthday.

Kasih ibu bawa ke syurga, kasih ayah sepanjang hayat

A Mother’s love brings to heaven, A father’s love is for life. (it is a malay proverb)

I don’t doubt your mind saying ” Hey, you are 24 years old, why bother asking your parents, just go ahead “.In days to come Australia and New Zealand will be celebrating Father’s Day. Malaysia celebrate in May. Through out my 24 years, there are stages whereby I honored my parents and there are times where I did not. It during the times that I did not honor them and trouble comes. Now, no matter what my age is, I am going to honor and respect my parents. Though they might not say no to my request, but I honor them by telling them my request. The fact that I am able to tell them the request is a honor itself. I think Honor comes before respect. If you can honor them, you have gain their respect. As we leave our teenage years to young adults, we overlook our parents. We neglect them, we do not update them with whatever we are in. But yet they never neglect or push us to corner when we are in times of trouble. We can be open minded about many things and stuff, but parents is not something to be open minded or to be considered when you are in a point blank. The reason why we are under the supervision of parents is because they have seen the world before us, they path the way for us. My mum always say ” You will never how papa and mummy go through with you until you are a parent “. I come from a family whereby my maternal and paternal family place the importance ( essence) of family closeness, respect and honor. I have seen it. As a child I am proud that my father is taking time off from work (14 days) to take care his mum. The humble act of my father greatly motivates me. I will do the same too if my dad was sick. My paternal grandmother has seen and tasted life, having seen all her children going for holidays, doing well in their working years and her grandchildren who are mostly overseas and some back home. Even she herself tells me to always Honor and Respect your parents. I know my grandma did and she is enjoying her life now. My paternal grandmother is nearly 90, my maternal is 84 and my maternal great grandma is 94 but I know they will all endure. Despite all her 6 children (paternal grandma), one of them was not doing well, and lately he is doing good too as he knows that the fundamental to smoothness of life is respecting and honoring his parents. Frankly, I gave my parents much trouble. My dad was troubled with the trouble that I gave him that made to look to his mum for advice. Mind you, my father is 55 years old. It is an act of honor, respect, humbleness, and family ties. I believe that no matter which continent you come from and what faith you embrace, respecting and honoring your parents are definitely in your culture and teaching.

My father, My superhero

I was on the phone with my father telling him my problem in the wee morning on what cracks me up and etc. Actually I did not want to call him but as he is taking care my grandmother and also because of the time different and my dad’s eyes. I didn’t care and I called my dad anyway. His voice was so calm. We talk of problem, the bad days, the good days and everything good. I now say my father. My father, My Superhero.

My joy knows no end

Here, I am sitting relax after a good day at work. It was a rush morning. Was on the bar with not in my uniform and black blouse. Luckily I was in blue long sleeve blouse. I was telling Tony that I need to change before John (Store Manager) comes, and the next moment, he was beside me and I was like Oops ! Haha, nothing happen. 

I am glad that my cloudy days are over. I finally see the sunshine in my life after all the haze and etc. On the 1 September, I woke up with a strange feeling. I have a funny sense but its a happy one indeed. I do not know what, but I felt the stir in me. At noon time, I was crossing to Myer and I was laughing to myself. Then, a Bible verse came to my mind, ” I have been carrying you my child though those days when you were far from Me but I was never far from you “. With this verse, I remembered ” Footprint”.

One night, I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene, I noticed foorprints in the sand. Sometimes, there were 2 foorprints in the sand. Other times, there were one set of footprints. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat. I could only see one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, ” You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always, but I have noticed that during the most trying period of my life, there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I need you the most, you are not that in my life. ” The Lord replied, ” The times when you see one set of footprints in the sand is when I carried you. (Writen by Mary Stevenson in 1939)

My reply to God was, Yeah, that’s true. Looking back from 04.04.08 till August, I do not know how I managed to do it. Of course with God and my parents. I admit durind that season I was far from God. I hardly do my devtion and pray when I feel like. Fell into depression. But He never leave me. I thank God for those time of hardship. Suffering builds perseverance. Then after class, I was in the bus going back, I was that happy that I forgot to press my bell and walked down Martin Place. I was singing and and people were like thinking am I a Lunatic ? Maybe I am but there is just a joy in me that I know ” My joy knows no end in whatever season I am in “