Pushing 50: A Distant Memory

It saddens me that soon my brain will not be able to remember many things. It is awfully scary to know that the things that were once very dear and profoundly close to me will become only fractions and pieces of strange information. How bad will it get? The other day  my son mentioned about his friend's parents and their short visits over to our old house. And i went blank and blinking. Who? What short visits?! No matter how hard i tried searching and going through all the files in my memory bank, i found NOTHING. Obviously that particular file is corrupted and i suspected there are plenty more where that come from! Sigh...i'm still wondering just how bad can it get? 

Will i even forget about YOU?

Pushing 50: An end is just another new beginning

My FB relationship status would look something like this: SueSenahAnderson went from being "in a relationship" to "single." Yeah, come to think of it FB relationship status is a 'for-all-to-see' diary. Not  quite a private journal i must say. (No...i don't update my FB relationship status at all. Too many questions and too many Nosey Parkers if you know what i mean) And now my diary says that i'm back to single again and yes, it does hurt. We had our fair shares of the good times, the laughter, the stupid crazy jokes only we both understood and also the ugly fights and the juvenile 'It's your fault' finger-pointing.  Yeah, we certainly had them all. But things just didn't work out as we mortals planned them. Finally we  decided it's best to go separate ways. There are things in life you don't try to question or analyze but simply accept. Perhaps it's just not my battle. I admitted defeat gracefully and move on with only good memories packed well in my heart. 

No sorries. No regrets. 

Pushing 50: Rainbow

I believe that once we put our heart and soul into doing something, we are able to move mountains. Determination is one strong element  within us but sadly enough, more often than not we underestimated its powers. When our feathers got ruffled up and things got pretty nasty, we gave in. Instead of  staying focus on our goals and seeing things to the bitter end, we gave up half way through.Too fast, too soon. "I can't take the pressure." Excuse. "I'm not cut out for this," another excuse. "It's choking me, I can't breathe" Endless excuses one after another. We all had been down that road much too often and too many dreams left broken. The next time when we get to the end of the rope, let's just tie a  knot and hang on to it. Let's sit through the storm and determine not to let go. 

We all know that there will always be a rainbow after the rain. 

Pushing 50: A Learning Process

Life is an endless series of a learning process. It doesn't stop educating you and your classes certainly haven't ended even when have reached the big five zero. Observe. Be open to building criticisms. Don't be bitter. We all make mistakes in life and learning from these will make us a better human. Be humble and admit when we did wrong. No one is perfect but that is definitely not a reason Not to improve ourselves. 

Life is too short, let's grow up. 

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Pushing 50: love is a many-splendored thing

Make a point to be kind to at least two persons in a day.

And make sure one of them is yourself.

Your worth doesn't depend on what others do or don't do to you, 

or for you.

Be kind and love yourself more.

Know your own worth.

Pushing 50: and nothing but the TRUTH

The truth hurts. But i would rather be told the truth and hurt rather than to be lied to and live in the oblivion. Unaware of being the clown and being laughed at. 

I refuse to be a full time Joker. 

Pushing 50: Easy Sunday, Bob Marley & Me

Good relationships don't just happen

They take time and patience

and

two people who

TRULY

want to be together

*Habeeb be LOVE*

Pushing 50: Till Death Do Us Part

I was 16 when i first met this woman. 30 solid years ago. Yonks! A wonderful person, crazy and wacky most times. She always and always has this insanely strong faith in me. Whenever I've broken my wings she would push me at the edge and shout "FLY! you CAN do it!" True enough, it works every time!

Ana, thank you from the bottom of my heart. 

I love you, you old fart!

Pushing 50: Working With the Boys

My weekend Progressive Interactive English class with Khazanah Nasional Berhad. 

I tell you, these are real cool dudes! 

I had fun.

Pushing 50: Love, Mia & Me

My KiciMayung, i love you with all my heart. 
Always and forever will!

Pushing 50: Damn Big Burger!

I of course didn't take up the challenge. The burger looked scary! It was huge. Monstrous! But my son, as usual was more adventurous. No, he didn't win. Who on earth could possibly gobble up that kind of food in 10 minutes?! However he managed to finish up everything: 3 pieces of beef burger wrapped in egg omelet, an 8 inch frankfurter, 2 pieces of chicken ham, a portion of coleslaw, some fries and some fried small chunks of meat. Simply put: A-heart-attack on a plate! Yeah...he didn't feel so good after that!  

Pushing 50: Nasi Lemak!

Pushing 50: Soul Sisters

We don't get to meet up often enough but when we actually do... all hell breaks loose, that's one thing for sure. I especially love our private 'Persidangan Meja Bulat' moments. They're PRICELESS. 

My sisters... you ROCK!

Pushing 50: Good Food, Good Company, Good Times

My Kak Idah knows damn well that this is my favorite Beriyani and will make it a point to take me here whenever i'm in town. Despite the fact that her boys aren't so crazy of the the food, she just couldn't careless. When Aunty Adek is here, Beriyani it will be. To eat or not to eat is definitely not her problem. 

I LOVE YOU KAK IDAH!

Pushing 50: Heal

Pushing 50: LOVE, Bob Marley & Me

Treasure the love you have found. No one is perfect. Compromise.

Be LOVE.

Pushing 50: Wings

He sighed

He told me to go

He said, "Fly"

I looked at the sky

and smiled,

"these wings will take me high"

Pushing 50: Angels

My 3 angels i can't do without.

Pushing 50: Happy Birthday Gorgeous!

46th birthday. Happy Me!

Pushing 50: Getting Started.

'It's hard to be nostalgic when you can't remember anything.' I found this while browsing the net. It was in 'Life begins at 50' on the search browser and guess what...under JOKE category. Well, not quite what you may call a joke. Even at the age of 46, memory fails me and most embarrassingly at the most inappropriate times.

"Hey...fancy meeting you here. How are you?" A stranger came out of nowhere and shook my hand vigorously.

"Yeah...what a surprise! I'm good, thank you. And you?" Gulp! Who is this? Of course it was just me asking my forgetful-self.

"I'm doing okay. That karaoke session was fun, wasn't it? Anyway you remember that woman with the stunning voice that night? Well, she passed on two months ago. It was cancer or something," said the stranger, looking deep into my eyes.

"Oh dear, sad to know." Yeah, sad to know because i couldn't recall the fun karaoke night nor the woman with the stunning voice. Well perhaps this person got me mixed-up with someone else. But let's just play along and save face. The stranger went on talking but my head was doing the Amazing Race trying to get clues that might  lead me to this mysterious stranger. No, brain was not doing a good job.

"By the way,how are your grandchildren? The youngest...what's his name? Aishi? Asyi? Aisy? Yaaa..that's it, Aisy!"

Oops! This is definitely not a case of mistaken identity. She got my Snowball's name spot on! But who the hell is this woman? Come on Mr. Brain...give me something. Anything!

And then my friend who had gone to the Ladies appeared and said, "Oh i see you met a friend." She extended her hand towards the stranger and while looking at me she asked, "Who's your friend here?" ...DAMN.

In a way, this blog is my 'STARTER KIT' towards the BIG five zero. Whenever my lazy brain refuses to get an info that i need, i can just log in here and hey presto! Years from now i have this massive collections of my brain's heyday. The prove that once my brain was functioning well and can be relied on. BUT... first, let's make certain that i will not forget the password. *thehehe*

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Pushing 50: Coffee

And my blood type is COFFEE. 

Enough said!

Pushing 50: Good Things In Life

We all know how cruel and bitchy life can get at times. More often than not, when things start to go wrong, they come in threes and if we're unlucky they come pouring one after another. Endless. And the pain...you DON'T say! Thus inevitably we turn into an ugly grumpy bitter monster. I know i did. Used to be a crazy dragon puffing out fire...but not anymore (i would like to believe this is TRUE though). Well, perhaps still a dragon but only before my first coffee. Anyway when i hit 46 in May this year, a friend suggested that i should start a journal called Good Things In Life. The name said it all. Since then i started a collection of pictures to add into this little journal. It's what i called 'counting my blessings' diary. This is NOT a sad diary. NO, it certainly is not. They are entries of the good things God has blessed me with each day. And i try (it's very hard...simply because i'm busy with FB and Twitter, if you know what i mean) to make an entry on daily basis. Guess what? After some time...going through the pages and looking at the pictures, i realized that life is not that bad after all. When we focus on the good things and ignore the bad ones we will realize that our blessings are endless.  Life is GOOD. i have started my GOOD THINGS IN LIFE journal. Why don't you start yours today?

Pushing 50:Life Is Short.

I will hit the big FIVE ZERO soon, in less than four years to be exact. After more than 4 decades of living and breathing i asked myself, what now? Gave it a short thought, i then smiled and said, "Let's live life. Let's love and live life. Let's be LOVE and LIVE."

Pushing 50: Entry 1

Entry 1
ZERO.