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A THANK YOU NOTE FOR SO CALLED FRIENDS

2011-04-06T14:22:00.001+08:00

Thank you for keeping an eye on me, it makes me feel so wanted,
Thank you for monitoring my moves, it makes me feel so important,
Thank you for the vocal and harsh words, it teaches me to be tougher,
Thank you for critisising me, it is a free advice,
Thank you for commenting&complaining about me, it makes me improved,
Thank you for judging me, it trains me to be more alert & justified
Thank you for making me cry, it teaches me to be more sensible to others
Thank you for hurting me, it trains me to forgive and keep forgiving others
Thank you for hating me, it teaches me to respect others' differences&uniqueness well

Thank you for liking &disliking me conditionally, it makes me more adapting
Thank you for using me according to your needs, it makes me feel so useful
Thank you for keep doing it, you are shortlisting my circle of real friend.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for showing the true color of me &you.

Oh Allah,
Forgive me to keep on hurting others
Thank you for giving me a 'mirror' to reflect myself always.
Thank you for giving me opportunity to improve myself.
Thank you, thank you, thank you Oh Allah.

copyright of daintymommy 2011

SEARCHING FOR THE REAL, TRUE & UNCONDITIONAL FRIEND..

2010-12-08T14:59:00.001+08:00

Hurt! Frustrated! Betrayed! Those were how I felt when a person whom I considered a close friend blatantly ‘fired’ me that day. She was the one who had been my crying shoulder, the same I had been doing to her. I was the one who lent her an ear for all her complaints & problems, the thing that she generously did too. And, there I was, helplessly, demoralized in front of a bunch of friends!

Still hurt, my subconscious mind is pushing me to forgive her, to give excuses for her brash words. This is not the first time she did that and this fact strengthened the so-called justification for me to hate her. Oh No! I was struggling to reflect back the reasons and consequences of that slight embarrassment. Maybe I have not done enough to 'secure' our friendship, or maybe this is a punishment for any bad deed I'd done to other people, or maybe this is as a reminder for me so that I wont be doing the same. This is as to fight with the dangerous game created by the ‘manipulator’, the Syaitaan, which is playfully tricking me at the back of my heart in ‘his’ evil intention for humankind to hate each other. And once hatred replaced love, our intentions and actions will be directed according to the hatred. I don’t want to get carried-away with the devilish part of me and I don’t want to wear the mask-of-hatred 24/7 as it will slowly taint my heart. As Rasulullah SAW had also prohibited us to not talking to each other (as a result of quarelling) and encouraged us to love each other (Muslims) the way we love our own brothers and sisters. Other than that The Prophet had also advised us to inculcate the culture of forgiveness. (I cant remember the hadiths, but I have read somewhere about this)

I must admit that, like my so-called friend, with her shortcoming in her ‘vocal-nature’, I too, am not perfect. Obviously or not, I realized that I had done so many mistakes and maybe some ‘mishaps’ in my life that I dreaded with, whether at home, at work place, whether to anybody, anywhere and everywhere. I am, verily, the owner of so many shortcomings here and there that I have to ask forgiveness from Allah and people whom their feelings 'had been hurt' by me.

However, being a normal-sensitive-me, its such a hurtful event when a friend I trusted ‘shooted’ me in front of everybody by ‘highlighting’ my mistake. Why on earth should she do that? Isnt a friend should have acted as a crying shoulder, lending an ear to listen to her friend’s problems and trying to act with the intention of helping and improving the friend? But to down-grade or to 'whistle-blow' to everybody and to demoralize her, does it what make a friend a real friend? A real and true friend will be by her friend unconditionally, in what ever shape the friend is. She wont give any bad remarks about her friends and she will try her best to take care of her friend reputation.

I think maybe the time has come for me to reevaluate myself so that I will improve and do less mistakes (to not committing a mistake is unrealistic for anyone whom was born as a human!) Me, myself & I should improve in order to become a real and true friend.

And to step forwards, obviously, the time has come for me to be really careful in selecting a friend, a REAL TRUE FRIEND.

The Interview...The most dreadful experience -

2010-12-08T14:31:00.000+08:00

(This piece was created on the day before the interview took place- May 2010)

Tomorrow morning, I’ll be attending an interview session. This is a unique interview, as I'm not going to be interviewed to be recruited as one new fresh employee in that organization. However, this interview is to fight with my own colleagues, in the very same organization I work now for the permanent position our organisation offers.

After fighting in the same ‘board’ room to grab the contract position that (alhamdulillah I’d been offered with) I’ve been working with since 5 years, now, here I’m again, to fight with another 40 competitors whom are nobody else but people I know, people I work with and some are people whom I personally closed with.

During my tenure of service here, this is the second such interview is held. The first one took place last year, which I didn’t go because I wasn’t ready for it and I just don’t feel like going for it.

Since the day we got the invitation letter, the survival mode is now on the air and everybody (thus, trying their hard to deny it and most trying to hide it) obviously cant stop from desiring it. It’s seen in the way they (and me) talk about it.

It’s (the interview session) only less than 24 hours, and I’m now feeling the tense.

My nervousness keeps clashing with the other optimistic side of me. Let it be, as I’m just acting normally to stabilise myself with the ‘skills of survival’. I need both nervousness and optimism. The nervousness will help me to not to talk boastfully in front of the interviewers, while the optimism will help me to answer confidently and positively.

To compete with 40 good candidates who are ‘not new’ in the organisation, I can neither be very desperate nor confidence to get the job. Furthermore the vacancy offered is only 9!

By having the seniority, I can’t also be so damn confident to be among ‘those privileges’ although I’m one of the 10% (among the candidates) who’ve served my organization for 5 years above. Believe me, this seniority has somehow injected an emotion of ‘fear-for-rejection’ deeply inside me, in the case if I don’t get the job, together with the negative ‘thoughts’ that the juniors-are-all-better-than-me in the case of some of the juniors are selected. I can’t deny the fact that (me, myself and) I’m more afraid of this ‘rejection’ rather than the interview session itself. And the interviewing session will be held in The Apprentice's style ; grouping of 5 interviewers per session. The good thing is it'll help to diminish your nervousness as you're not 'eaten' alone, plus that you can 'steal-and-adjust' the other opponents' answers for your sake. But, the not-so-good thing is your answers be it a sound one or a silly ones will be made known to other contenders! Oh Allah, I pray that I would not give any silly answer tomorrow.

If you go for interview to get new fresh job and you didn’t get it, you don’t have to face the employer and your competitors the next day, next month or next year in your life as you’re simply not there; You don’t have to bother to think on how to react with your colleagues, bosses and the most-testing-part is how to react or to response to the winners; your own friends! However, this will be the case, my friends and I will be facing the next few weeks after the appointment letters are sent to all ‘lucky-winners’. Does this a healthy competition? Yes it is a healthy one for those who perceive it accordingly and I pray to Allah that I’ll be among the ‘positive-thinker’.

(Obviously, I'm afraid of no one but myself)

As compared to either ‘getting the job’ or ‘not getting it’, I think I should prepare myself more on if I don’t get the job. The preparation should deal with my feelings and my motivation to keep working here and to give the best to my organisation. Learning to accept rejection is vital here. I’m absolutely not hoping for rejection, however, life is not always as what we expected and we must keep living and keep going. I don’t want to jeorpadise my enthusiasm working here just because of not being absorbed under permanent position. Working under contractual basis doesn’t mean you’re not remunerated. However, being a contract-staff doesn’t really offer you a shining career path as compared to permanent employees. Well, sky is only a limit to explore for many other alternatives in career development.

However, as a believer of Allah, I now surrender my future, my destiny and my fate to Allah after putting my effort for it.

Money can buy a house, but money can’t buy happiness and the key to lead a contented life is to please Allah and no one else.

In the end, we are still in the same boat, fighting to survive in this temporary world.

MY QUESTION TO KARIM RASLAN ON TOILET ETIQUETTE ANSWERED..

2010-03-19T13:44:00.001+08:00

My first attempt and my ‘little success’ in outreaching my piece to the mass has just been materialised.

It’s such an exhilarating and unforgettable moment when I flipped through one of the weekly leading local newspaper, The Edge yesterday. I hurriedly turned to its middle content, entitled ‘Options’, and almost jumped up excitedly to find my question published there in my favourite ‘ Dear Kam’s column. I emailed it on 10th March 2010 and it was published for 15-21st March 2010 edition. It was the main feature published in his column with a lengthy answer from him. How I admired his writing style!

I really love to read this column and the writings there are all tickling. It makes me laugh out loud. Believe me, reading that column is a good exercise to de-stress you as you cant stop laughing, or at least have your jaw opened with all unexpected and witty questions with blunt and sincere answers from the Guru. With all his answers Karim Raslan teaches you to unlearn and re-learn any subject matter & discipline of your daily life as Malaysian. Have a copy of The Edge, and you’ll see what I meant here.

It’s was my first attempt to write something (with the intention) to be published. Although it’s just a very short one, undeniably, I was flabbergasted with the fact that the leading business & investment weekly had published my ‘master-piece’. LOL. And by putting nickname absolutely turned me anonymous and unidentified, which means NO POPULARITY by any means!

What brought me to send my piece there? Well, it’s my emotion. Please refer to my pervious post on “Is it Not Wrong for a male cleaner to clean female toilet?”. That was the issue I sent to Dear Kam column. Kindly refer to this link:

http://www.kamraslan.com/kr-te/2010/03/15/on-toilet-etiquette-traffic-lights-and-the-mathematics-of-contests/

My question featured on his column

Being emotional has somehow accelerated my mind to type on the keyboard in split second. Throwing out your idea in a piece of paper (well, on computer of course) was very easy when you’re really passionate about it. And, finally, you will be able to write something effectively. (Errr, I am not giving my piece on The Edge as an example here, as it was really a ‘small-achievement’)

However I choose to give credit to myself as there is always a beginning in anything in your life. Having my write-up published has really boosted up my confidence to keep going and I took it as a ‘stepping-stone’ for me to continue further.

Let me cherish the little recognition myself. Let me keep the excitement to myself.

I write not to be valued by people. Writing for me is out of my passion and sincerity to voice out my opinion, to share my mind out to all readers.

As a reader myself, I will read anything I bumped into, and I'll digest them with my own way depending on how they were written. I must thank all writers out there for their effort to sacrificing their time to write down and to share; whether posting it online or having it published anywhere.

And here I am sacrificing my lunch time to write.

© daintymommy.blogspot.com 2010

IS IT NOT WRONG FOR A MALE CLEANER TO CLEAN FEMALE TOILET?

2010-03-19T08:13:00.003+08:00

It happened to me more than three times. However, today (10th March) was the climax.
It was embarrassing, yet the embarrassment became subdued as the anger pang overpowered my mood. I was really annoyed!
However, maybe due to the ‘efficacy’ of the wudhu’ (ablution) that I have just took, I surprisingly turned cool and did not proceed to blast it out like I did last week when I raised my voice to the toilet cleaner. Here is the story.
Today, in the morning when I was in the supposedly most private space, a toilet, a man with a uniform dashed into the toilet (for the right reason; to clean it of course) while I was not fit in to be seen by any non-mahraam (non-permissible). I wasn’t sure whether he had knocked the door or not. Upon seeing me, he said sorry and immediately popped out. At that time I was standing in front of the mirror without wearing heejab (scarf) as I just took my ablution (wudhuk). Hey, wait a minute, should I give a reason for me to do anything a lady would usually does in a toilet?

This was the second time the same incident at the same place with the same ‘sound’ reason happened to me but with not the same male cleaner. The first time had just occurred last week and I did put up a complaint to the management. I had to blame myself for it was a verbal complaint without any black & white, so there was no proof that a complaint had been forwarded to the management.

How annoying! Now there are a total of two non-mahraams who had seen me without heejab! Don’t they realize that I have spent all my life committing myself to cover my ‘aurah (the body parts that is not permissible to be seen by non mahraam) in order to protect my modesty and safeguard my dignity?

I am pleased to cover my ‘aurah as it satisfies me by giving self-respect. Now my aurah ‘was just easily made viewable’ under the so call ‘accepted circumstance’ – to clean the toilet! Is there no female cleaner at all there to do that? I have been using the same toilet for 4 years and why suddenly they replaced it with male cleaner? Yeah, maybe at that point of time, they, the cleaning agency was running out of female workers. But, can you just imagine if suddenly the male-cleaner stumbled upon you while you are doing something very very private that are not supposed to be seen by any male at all? If the rule of thumb of ‘only female are allowed to use female toilet’ is universally accepted, why don’t apply it to cleaning rules? Somebody please tell me where has this basic etiquette gone?

A few months previously, I have just read about a woman who was molested by a male-cleaner while she was in the toilet alone. When she got out from the WC cubicle, the man pulled her into one of the cubicle and grabbed her *****.( I don’t have to mention here which part of the body, but, as a woman myself, I believe it’s really a horrible and traumatic experience for her) It was not stated in the news whether the male-cleaner was assigned to clean the toilet or being ‘proactively’ attending the female area without being asked or allowed to do so! She then lodged a police report and thank God the man was immediately arrested.

Regardless of the sexual-harassment issue, personally I think it is always female that suits the best to deal with any chore that relates within the boundary of female privacy such as toilet or common room or even changing room.
I strongly believe ‘prevention is better than cure’. There is always limitation in life. Limitations like rules & regulations act like a gate or border line to protect us all. Unlimited freedom means no safeguarding!
Men are always men with manly hormone, and it’s normal for any man in this world to get attracted to women’s beauty. And it’s obviously why God has asked us to cover our ‘aurah as to protect our modesty. Covering ‘aurah is like having your body shielded from unwanted stare & bad intention.

Covering aurah protect you and me from looking ‘irresistible’ by any ‘predator’ out there.
Therefore, in line with the spirit of protecting the modesty of all ladies, female toilet should be cleaned by female cleaner only!

©daintymommy.blogspot.com 2010

STOP JUDGING, KEEP LOVING

2010-02-23T14:55:00.002+08:00

We are human, and human are subjects to all sorts of feelings and thoughts and it all driven by our heart and emotion. Our action, our words, are the results of what we think and feel. For me, it’s all based on our belief-system . A belief-system is a basis of our judgemental about anything in our life. But what ‘belief-system’ really is? I’m neither psychologist to elaborate deeply the meaning of ‘belief-system’. You can immediately hit the search button engine to surf around. But I believe a ‘belief-system’ does really begin with what we believe ourselves as. It reflects our originality, our 'roots' and it actually comes from our upbringing and relates strongly with our culture- the way we’d been raised by our family. We were thought about rules of do’s and don’ts by our parents. I've read somewhere in parenting tips that 'people character partly derived from their childhood'. (you can read further on parenting tips in my other blog http://www.ummunawwar.blogspot.com/)

Here is one easy example: If you feel that 5.30 am is too early to wake up in the morning as your usual waking up routine is at 6.15am, because your office is just next to your house you might be highly impressed with your friends who wake up at 5.00am as she lives 100km from office. She in return might think that your wake up routine is very late! Is there any right or wrong in that? My say? No, its not, as long as both of you pray Fajr (Subuh) on time and reach office on time.

Here comes the second example :If your had been trained by your mother to cook as you are the eldest and (to make thing worst) the only girl among siblings, plus you never stay at boarding school, what is your impression when you know that your friend is only skilful in boiling water and egg? Is she for you is a sluggish modern girl? What you might never knew is the fact that she actually is the youngest among her siblings and all this while had been treated by her mother like her little cuddly baby plus with the fact that she had been brought with a life accommodated with the presence of a maid throughout her life to deal with the house-chores. Was she wrong? My say? It depends on the current situation of both person. At your house, yes, do cook for yourself (and others), but if you go to your friend’s house, never try to show your cooking skill or her whole family will find it annoying. And the maid would probably like you to replace her there! But, if she happens to come to your house and stay for a night or two, errr, treat her the best like a host does and please don’t expect much from her.

As a friend, please stop becomes a ‘police’ or the worst ‘a judge’! Just act like a friend does. You can teach her how to cook if there is a need for it! Or buy a recipe books for her as a birthday present (at least you can save your time)

For me, personally, the worst part in friendship and in love is to become judgemental. Just leave your ‘judge-eyeglasses’ somewhere else and please ‘do not wear it’ when it comes to loves & friendship.

Look at your loved ones’ eyes and try to just love him/her without wanting or expecting too much. Remember how first time you meet (fall in love). How non-judgemental both of you were! (Or was that due to the presence of adrenalin and oxytoxcin? Research found that the couple in love was really ‘high’ due to their hormonal condition..It’s the same phenomenon found with PMS and Menopausal women--> something that I would love to find out more and write something on it)

Dear friends and lovers, give more time to love. Give no time to judge and it will prevent stress caused by fault-findings. Fault-finders are all looser as they would easily lose the most-precious thing in their life : their loved ones, even if there are physically there beside you, but, you would eventually lose his/her heart.

Love your loved ones unconditionally, accept them whole-heartedly , teach them humbly and correct them accordingly. No matter who they are :your husband, your wife, your best fiends, your kids your parents : whoever you love.

Let us change our belief-system towards people around us. (We may have forgotten basic thing about human) Let us believe that all people are human as we are. Human’s life revolves around imperfection and differences. That’s what makes everyone of us unique. Each and individual are different and never be the same even though it’s a pair of twin!

Most of the time, circumstances in life ‘mould their shape and colour’ and there are a lot of ‘moulds’ in this world including yours and mine.

Stop judging, keep on loving.

LEARNING IT THE HARD WAY

2010-01-22T15:05:00.004+08:00

It was indeed a ‘tragedy’. I kept it to myself for one day. I pretended to be cool in front of my friends (who actually ‘caused’ it – as I don’t want to make them feel guilty)

Then, the next day after the ‘tragedy’, I told my husband (with smiling). Being normal him, he reassured me by saying softly “Never mind. The best that you can do now is to learn from this lesson. A tough lesson but it is definitely an ‘effective’ one”

I lost it all by just one click !

All my personal documents ie family photos, short- personal videos of my kids, my WRITINGS – articles for bloggings, MY IDEAS, my financial plan (budgeting) checklist which I forecast until 2013! My recent CV/ resume, a collection of e-books I downloaded from internet for years and so on and so forth, just name it. It was a collection of almost FOUR YEARS!
ALL documents which have been collected, documented, downloaded and saved in that tiny device called ------- thumb drive.
Yes. The VIRUS was the culprit, and ME, the mother-culprit! As I didn’t even bother to have a back-up of all the soft-copies kept in that little ‘powerless’ & ‘helpless’ thumb drive of mine.
How it happened? I went to a work-shop held out-station. And as usual I brought my tiny thumb drive kept in my handbag anywhere I go. In one of the session a colleague borrowed it from me to transfer some documents. When my thumb drive was plugged into one of the laptops there, in a second it was affected by some kind of weird virus.

Then, that was how the tragedy began.

Another friend of mine tried to ‘rescue’ my thumb drive by ‘cleaning it’ with an anti-virus programme. Finally we found out that the ‘cleaning’ process was actually deleting all the files affected by the virus and it meant ALL files in that very thumb drive.

(Believe me or not, I couldn’t resist myself from breaking down to tears. But I hid it from my friends ) There goes all my ‘works’..in a split second.

If only I did not lend the thumb drive to a friend it might not happen! But, who am I to deny a fate which was destined to me.

What I do to rationalize and to stay positively?

I tried to ‘recover’ from the disappointment and frustration by not to focus my mind thinking on the lost. But to think on how much fun I will have just to read, read, read again and to write, write, write and to collect, collect as much information as I can and to have it saved again in……a thumb drive, maybe?

Maybe this time around I have to seriously think on having an external hard-disc.

INTRODUCING OUR NEW ABQARY: The genius in the making

2009-10-08T16:47:00.000+08:00

Hello and Assalamualaikum

Finally, I am back, doing something I am very passionate in; voicing my mind out, flushing all the thoughts to share with all my dear friends out there.

Yeah, I know, it was too long, isn’t it? 3 months for me to resume my writing here after a big blank and long silent…..

But let me explain why.

It was not a reason to blame, but indeed, a reason to cherish.

Alhamdulillah, on 15th July 2009 I finally gave birth to a healty baby boy named Abdul Fattah Al-Abqary. Abqary in Arabic carries the meaning of ‘intelligent, genius’ and that is my hope to have a pious-genius of my own.

Abqary was born ‘through the window’. I had no choice rather than to go for caesarian, a planned surgery, as being advised by both my gyne and my orthopaedist due to my low-back problem. The birth took placed at Hospital Tunku Jaafar, Seremban. Again, thank God and many thanks to the Maternity Ward team for their warmth treatment. And

Alhamdulillah, despite of the pain due to the surgery, I managed to breastfeed my Abqary with the *colostrums, of course with the help and supports from the nurses and my mother. And the breastfeeding continues until today.

After spending (and enjoying it, of course) the 2 months maternity leave, I went to work just a week before Eidul-Fitri. And luckily, my sister in law lends me her electric breast pump. And that ‘magical-machine’ helps me to supply my breast-milk for Abqary, my own breast-milk that ‘bridges the gap’ between Abqary and me while I am working in KL. My breast-milk that acts as a love message and binds us together wherever we are.

Now my husband and I have a complete set of a girl and a boy. A baby boy to complement our jovial-easygoing-adventurous girl Naadeyah Nawwara who is now 2 years and 8 months.

I am now setting up a blog on my experience in breastfeeding my Lil Abqary at http://daintymommy-journeytobreastfeeding.blogspot.com/
It’s a platform for me and you to share on experience, tips, challenges, and all ups and downs in breastfeeding especially for all moms who are always on the go!

Till now. Happy Reading!

*milk-like substance that jump-starts a newborn's immune system
source: www.naturalnews.com/009912_Colostrum_immune_system_transfer_factors.html -

WHY I WROTE THIS BLOG

2009-07-08T15:42:00.000+08:00

I am a mom who is always 'on the go' in almost anything in my life.

Having to commute from KL-Seremban daily which takes around 1&half hour to 2 hours in the bus has somehow made me being so 'thrifty' when it comes to 'time usage'. Being a full-time working mother with a pathetic health condition (struggling with my backpain due to slip disc) has made it even worse as I have to take extra effort for my movement when I am in pain especially each time I get-up from bed.

Leaving home as early 6.15am and reaching home around 7.30pm is really a tiresome! It also mades me feel guilty-four times a day, I named it as the F'OUR GUILTY MOMENTS' ; 'First guilty moment' is when I send my Lil Nawwar to babysitter while she's still asleep, and secondly when she gives her exhausted mother a big hug with her large innocent and excited looking eyes each time I reach home. The third 'guilty moment' is when we bring her home from babysitter's place, despite being a little sleepy, my Lil Nawwar trying her very best moving here and there drawing both her mother and father's attention. And the fourth 'guilty moment' is when she falls asleep alone on her bed while both mommy and daddy are running some house errands as its the only 2 hours left to manage house-chores.

The moment I write this, my condition is even worse from my normal painful state as I am now 38th weeks pregnant with my second baby. The due date is only on the corner and I have been advised by both obstetrician and ortophaedist to go for ceasarian due to two alarming reasons; the previous history of LSCS (low section ceasarian surgery) during the birth of my 1st baby and.. the back injury that has been troubling me so much, to live a painful life and it would make the labor pain very unbearable for me, thus it might prolong the normal birth stage. Well, it means it would probably distress both me& the baby ---->might be harmful to baby.

Tired of being stressed with both my 'impaired' motherhood and painful life, I eventually decided to STOP BEING GRUMPY ON ALL INCONVENIENCES & SHORTCOMINGS that revolves around me everyday BUT TO START COUNTING THE BLESSINGS & HOPES that surround my life 24/7. Finally I realised that I have given so much room for myself to feel bad about myself and to be so judgemental and critical that I forgot to acknowledge & appreciate all good things around me.

Leaving my child at home when I go to work doesnt mean I abandon my love for her as well. Infacr, being a working-mother gives me extra exposure to out-side world as compared to non-working mother. Furthermore, the fact that I leave my child daily makes me appreciate her presence more.

Suffering an chronic back-pain that inevitably affect the quality of my life doesnt mean I am an unhealthy pathethic looking person who is not reliable in everything! Being sick &painful myself, makes me be more considerate and empathy with others and I am thankful to God that I am still not depending on steroid injection or pain-killer.

Yes, my life is indeed 'on the go'. Craving for quality times with my family and struggling to get-up from bed due to my back-pain had somehow taught me a good lesson to appreciate this meaningful life of mine and to look at things in different perspective. Now its the time for me to stop being judgemental and critical firstly to my very own self and then to others.

How much people I love and closed to have been affected with my stressful behaviour, especially when I am in pain.

How could I miss to realise the blessings of having a family to love and to care? How could I miss to appreciate the loves and cares that have been granted to me by mom, dad & my family ? How could I forget to appreciate the fact that I can still walk freely without cane or wheelchair? How could I miss to stroke my pregnant tummy to feel my baby move? How could I forget to smile for each pay-slip I get every month? How could I ever forget to thank God to all blessings that He granted me day and night?

And I put a full-stop to all negative thoughts that have been so long irritating my mind.
Welcome home my 'long-missing bless-counting' positive mind!!

Smile, smile, smile, for smile will always pump my endorphin out.
Pray, pray, pray, for pray will always be answered by God

Happy Reading! and I welcome all kind feedbacks & constructive comments.

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