Mean Parents

Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you
enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,
and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours
while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must
learn that their parents aren't perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm
glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the
meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids
ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She
had to know who our friends were, and what we were
doing with them. She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve
to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We
had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to
cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash
and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie
awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time
we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn
when they drove up. They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them. While everyone else could
date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16 .

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of
things other kids experienced. None of us have ever
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!


PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN PARENTS YOU KNOW. (And Their Kids!!!)

latest info on H1N1

JUST A SMALL BUT MEANINGFUL INFO FROM ME TO YOU AND YR FRIENDS...MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF H1N1 SINCE IT PRACTICALLY HIT US LIKE A TIME BOMB.....

My staff was crying herself sick on Tuesday morning...was told that her son was confirmed of H1N1 in his Uni at Kangar, Perlis...worse was that when he was bedridden 2 days the warden didnt even bother to sent to hospital till his dad came fm KL and with his friends assistance brought him to GH Kangar....

No one bothered in the hospital and he was put in the normal ward for another 2 days!!! (imagine the amount of people he has infected!!) .....after 2 days and his eyes were turning yellow and saliva greenish...he was put in quarantined room...

Called his mom to say...minta maaf and ampun la dosa dia, etc...she practically fainted just telling me the story.. cant do much cos she x have enough money to go to the north with the father...

First thing we did was made her call the hospital and insist that they sent him to Sg.Buloh Hospital or any other hospital in KL since they seemed to be more alert and more equipt...they refused of course...so I sent her off to Kangar the same day to solve the problem.

Whilst this was happening, SUBHANALLAH, I had a call from one Ustaz who was in town to "help cure" another H1N1 child in Shah Alam....and was told this simple prescription by him.....of course kena redha pada ALLAH and niat dengan sesungguh nya...selawat 3x...

EAT MINIMUM 6 GREEN APPLES A DAY AND FRESH ORANGE JUICE
for those with sore throat please blend the apples and keep on taking till your fever disappear and yr symtoms are gone....I cannot explain it but the child in Shah Alam was ok too after taking this tip....

ALHAMDULILLAH...my staff's son was given the apple juice for the whole day on Monday/Tuesday and dengan kuasa ALLAH he was out of the fever yesterday Wednesday....she called me and was crying on the phone to say that her son was out of ICU and was able to eat normally...all these happened within just 4 days today (thursday 6 august)...

This is just to share with my fellow sisters and brothers and hope this small info could assist others as well, INSYA'ALLAH!!!!!!!!!! No harm in trying and kuasa ALLAH anything can happen!!!!

coconut water

Dr Palaniappan, former associate professor of ecology at University Malaya, said his 33 years of research had shown that high acidity in the body resulted in loss of immunity, thus making people more susceptible to viral diseases like Influenza A (H1N1).

Hence, to prevent acidity, it was essential to consume alkaline food and drinks that could neutralize excess acid in the body.

Dr Palaniappan recommends coconut water, which is alkaline, and therefore could be used as a herbal medicine for the prevention of H1N1.

So, no harm trying ... it is rather inexpensive... you can get 5 to 6 fresh coconut (whole fruit) at RM10.00 at a store besides the entrance to Maybank, Subang Perdana!

a Wonderful story...lesson to learn...

A lovely story to begin the day with. Monica married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.With Rs.1000 deposit amount. Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'
Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be
made. This was what they did after certain time: - 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage - 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica
- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali - 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant - 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted ..... and so on...
However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the
most nasty people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?

One day Monica talked to her Mother:
'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how
I decided to marry this guy!!!'
Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you
really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the
saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and
spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'
Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue
and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked,
and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and
happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She
left and went home. When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend
the money before getting divorce. The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new
deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I
notice . how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'
They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.
Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not
ask.I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.
"When you fall, in any way,
Don't see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from where you slipped.

Life is about correcting mistakes."

Burnt toast

A beautiful story to ponder upon... if everyone in this world learns to accept others' mistakes and forgive each other... life will move smoothly.

This is a beautiful story......Embracing Imperfection....A story by a girl.

"When i was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.
On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. i remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember Watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if He really
liked his toast burned.. He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie, your
Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides a
little burnt toast never hurt anyone!' You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook.'

What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults
- and choosing to celebrate each other's differences is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy,growing, and lasting relationship.

And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the
bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker!
We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as
understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or
parent-child or friendship!! "

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket but into your
own."

Have a great day, week, month, year, life...!!

The million dollar answer

A contestant Sally, on 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire?' had reached
the final plateau. If she answered the next question correctly, she
would win $1,000,000. If she answered incorrectly, she would pocket
only the $25,000 milestone money.

And as she suspected the Million Dollar Question was no pushover.

It was, 'Which of the following species of birds does
not build its own nest but instead lays its eggs in the nests of other
birds?

Is it:

A) the condor
B) the buzzard
C) the cuckoo
D) the vulture

Sally was on the spot. She did not know the answer. She
had already used up her 50/50 Lifeline and her Ask the Audience
Lifeline.. All that remained was her Phone-a-Friend Lifeline. She
hoped she would not have to use it because......... Her friend was,
well, a blonde. But she had no alternative.

She called her friend and gave her the question and the
four choices.

The blonde responded unhesitatingly: 'That's easy. The
answer is C: the cuckoo.'

The contestant had to make a decision and make it fast.
She considered employing a reverse strategy and giving any answer
except the one that her friend had given her. And considering her
friend was a blonde that would seem to be the logical thing to do. But
her friend had responded with such confidence, such certitude, that
the contestant could not help but be convinced. Crossing her fingers,
the contestant said, 'C: The cuckoo.'

'Is that your final answer?'

'Yes, that is my final answer.'

'That answer is Absolutely correct! You are now a millionaire!'

Three days later, the contestant hosted a party for her
family members including the blonde who had helped her win the million
dollars.

'Charlene, I just do not know how to Thank You, ' said the
contestant. 'How did you happen to know the right answer?'

'Oh, come on,' said the blonde'. Everybody knows that
cuckoos don't build nests?. They live in clocks.'

Sally fainted.

Mujo - more reasons to love terengganu besides the beautiful islands.

Some article about Trengganu..........have fun!!!

Mujo or mujur in Standard Bahasa means "fortunate" or "lucky". In
Terengganu it means more than that. Mujo is an attitude, a testament to
the optimism of the Terengganu folks. I believe that Terengganunese are
optimistic. I haven't heard of any suicides there yet. No news
whatsoever of people jumping down from coconut trees or drinking expired
budu (preserved anchovy thick sauce) neat in order to expire themselves.
You must remember that Terengganu people lived with ferries, morning
papers that came in the night and other things people in the West Coast
take for granted. In spite of doing without 4D shops, discos, malls or
Hot Spot-enabled coffee houses, they are surviving well without any
mental hospital in sight. All because they have mujo .

Like I mentioned previously, mujo encapsulate a philosophy in itself.
It means one should thank God that it is not worse. Time for an
illustration.

(Cut to a scene of 3 village ladies in their kemban washing clothes by
the village well)

Mok Long Selamoh : Guane doh adik mung Mek?
(How is your brother Mek?)

Mok Teh Som :Bakpe pulok adik dia?
(What happened to her brother?)

Mok Long Selamoh : Laaa! Mung dok tau ke Som?
(You don't know Som?)

Mok Teh Som : Dok tau setarang kita.
(I don't know anything)

Mok Long Selamoh : Adik Mek ni kena langgor lori kemareng.
(Mek's brother was knocked down by a lorry yesterday)

Mek Beso : Bukang lori Mok Long, beng ikang!
(It wasn't a lorry Mok Long, it was a fish van)

Mok Long Selamoh : Mujo bukang lori!
(Lucky it wasn't a lorry)

Mok Teh Som : Pah tu? Terok ke?
(Then? Was he seriously injured?)

Mek Beso :Kaki patoh sebeloh......
(One leg was broken)

Mok Teh Som : Mujo dok patoh dua dua
(Lucky both legs weren't broken)

Mok Long Selamoh : Tu pong mujo dreba beng dang brek.
(It was lucky that the van driver braked in time)

Mek Beso : Mujo beng tu dok laju..
(Lucky the van wasn't going fast..)

(Fade to black.)

If both legs were broken, the response would be "Mujo dok pecoh pala"
(Lucky the head wasn't broken). If the head WAS broken, the response
would be "Mujo dok mati" (Lucky he didn't die). If the worst happened
and the brother died, the mujo would still surface.

"Mujo lah bukang adik kita" (Lucky it wasn't my brother). You get the
drift.

Mujo . A nice word. Adopt it. Embrace it. It will preserve your
sanity.....

To All MOTHERS...

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me
to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.
She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman
loves you and would Love to spend
some time with you.'

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has
been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three
children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner
and a movie. 'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the
type of woman who suspects
that a late night call or a surprise invitation
is a sign of bad news.

'I thought that it would be pleasant to spend
some time with you,' I responded 'just the two of us.' She thought about
it for a moment, and then said,
'I would like that very much.'

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit
nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to
be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She
had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to
celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was
as radiant as an angel's.
'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were
impressed,' she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear
about our meeting.'

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,
was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm
as if she were the First Lady.....

After we sat down, I had to read the menu.
Her eyes could only read large print. Half-way through the entrees, I
lifted my eyes and saw Mother
sitting there staring at me.
A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she
said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I
responded. During the dinner , we had an agreeable conversation nothing
extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We
talked so much that we
missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go
out with you again, but only if
you let me invite you.' I agreed.

'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice,
much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened
so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Sometime
later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from
the same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I paid
this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but,
nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your
wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.

'I love you, son'

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I love
YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in
life is more important than your family. Give them the time they
deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some 'other' time.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after
you've had a baby... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother,
'normal' is history.

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the
first.. somebody doesn't have
two or more children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and
delivery....somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the
first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military 'boot
camp.'

Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets
married.... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or
daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings....

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home...
somebody never had grandchildren..

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell
her... somebody isn't a mother.

Pass this along to all the _GREAT _'mothers' in your life and to
everyone who ever had a mother.

This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people
in your lives while you have them... no matter who that person is!

THE "CURRY" STRIKES BACK ........

An Indian goes to Australia and goes to Woolworths (A grocery store in
Australia). He finds cat food at special prices. He picks a dozen
cans of cat food and goes to cashier counter. The Manager gets
suspicious. He thinks that this guy cannot have a cat, and will
probably feed cat food to his kids. He asks the Indian to show him
his cat before he could let him have cat food. The Indian goes home
and returns with a cat and gets to buy the cat food.

Next week the Indian finds dog food at special prices. He picks a
dozen cans of dog food and goes to cashier counter. The Manager again
gets suspicious.. He thinks that this guy has a cat but he cannot have
a dog, and he will probably feed dog-food to his kids. He asks the
Indian to bring and show him the dog before he can let him have dog
food. The Sardar goes home and returns with a dog. He gets to buy the
dog food.

Next week the Indian comes to Woolworths with a bag. He asks the
manager to put his hand in the bag. The Manager puts his hand in the
bag, feels something slimy and immediately takes it out. He shouts at
the Indian, What the F*** is this? Is this shit you Idiot?

The Indian calmly replies, “Yes, and I want to buy toilet paper.”

curtain rod!

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candle-light, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water.

When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar into the hollow of the curtain rods.
She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.

When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days.

Then slowly, the house began to smell.

They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out.

Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned.
Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.

Nothing worked!!!

People stopped coming over to visit.
Repairmen refused to work in the house.
The maid quit.

Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.

A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.

Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.

Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going.

He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home ! terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.

Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.
She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.

A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home......

And to spite the ex-wife, they even took the curtain rods!!!!!!

I LOVE A HAPPY ENDINGS......

2 True Stories About RACISM

1) I'm sure many of you watched the recent taping of the Oprah Winfrey Show where her guest was Tommy Hilfiger. On the show, she asked him if the statements about race he was accused of saying were true.
Statements like'... 'If I'd known African-Americans, Hispanics, Jewish
and Asians would buy my clothes, I WOULD NOT have made them so nice. I wish these people would *NOT* buy my clothes, as they are made for upper class white people '

His answer to Oprah was a simple ' YES' .
Where after she immediately asked him to leave her show..

My suggestion? Don't buy your next shirt or perfume from Tommy Hilfiger.
Let's give him what he asked for. Let's not buy his clothes, let's put
Him in a financial state where he himself will not be able to afford the
ridiculous prices he puts on his clothes. BOYCOTT.
PLEASE SEND THIS MESSAGE TO ANYONE YOU KNOW.

Then send it to the whole community that's not white people and see the result :Personal product, perfume, cosmetics, clothes, bags, etc.,

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2) Scene took place on a British Airways flight between Johannesburg and London .

A White woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man.
Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess..
'Madam, what is the matter,' the hostess asked. ' You obviously do not see it then?' she responded. '
You placed me next to a black man.
I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group.
Give me an alternative seat.' 'Be calm please,' the hostess replied.
' Almost all the places on this Flight is taken.
I will go to see if another place is available.' The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. 'Madam, Just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is a seat in the business class.All the same, we still have one place in the first class.' Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued: 'It is not Usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting.' She turned to the black guy, and said, 'Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class.'
At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.

Both the above are true stories. If You are against racism, please send this message to all your friends;