tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85168925159705796052024-03-13T07:00:34.731-07:00It is A Beaver's WorldBeverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-43572748415621571282012-04-13T08:48:00.002-07:002012-04-13T09:24:00.929-07:00It is APRIL!!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efiaNR-LxNk/T4hL2Vn1ZjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qTrq_EJ_2WM/s1600/April-2012-Calendar-iStock_000017545492XSmall-300x300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efiaNR-LxNk/T4hL2Vn1ZjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qTrq_EJ_2WM/s320/April-2012-Calendar-iStock_000017545492XSmall-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730913922718197298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Where did January, February and March go. Oh my.... April is here already. I just had my birthday! I am halfway through my training for the Borneo International Marathon (not at my satisfactory level...darn you procrastination attitude!). I am trying to lose the extra kilos I gained over the Christmas holidays (year 2009, year 2010 and last year). Am into android phone - sooooo very SAMSUNG right now (sorry iPhone, should give you a chance but....)<br /><br />I think I knocked myself somewhere too when every time month of April comes by. This year somehow April is extra special. Because I am suddenly looking at things in a bigger perspective. I begin to realize - that people around me can influence my mood, that abusing of the environment can shorten my life span, that giving some time before making a decision does not make me indecisive, that ME TIME is soooo liberating (need to do more often so Beverly can continue to be a SUPERSTAR in what she does) and that believing in 2nd chance is not silly! Oh! And...my eyelids are also twitching all the time. Does anyone believe what old folks use to say about twitching of the eyelid? This is not one eye of mine, but BOTH! Halo! Perhaps scientifically it means I have some nerve problem around my eyes?<br /><br />Month of May is around the corner, and June is tagging along. July can't wait to emerge. August sits quietly waiting. September is preparing itself. Next thing I know...gaining the weight again during the holidays. What a cycle! But hey! It all started in April. Where my adventure begins.<br /></span>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-84770549079077167182011-10-09T00:31:00.000-07:002011-10-09T00:35:48.640-07:00A Letter From Norma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9j7oRaVqu_4/TpFOYg3jJPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/--0m4-rmL5k/s1600/Letter-Writing-300x225.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9j7oRaVqu_4/TpFOYg3jJPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/--0m4-rmL5k/s320/Letter-Writing-300x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661392389628175602" border="0" /></a><br />My dearest <p class="MsoNormal">Letters, it was the beginning of everything. Handwritten on rough papers scribbled badly sometimes. Full of stories, bad grammar. Even wrong spelling. But still, it was the best. It felt like time stop just for us….and we have the whole world as the audience. My heartbeat is always skipping a beat. You said yours too. My heartbeat still skip a beat when you are near me. Very faint, but it is there. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I sometimes wish it is not so. Because I know your heartbeat beats for someone else now.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Warm hugs. It used to be frequent. Long loving hugs. Came with your fingers stroking my long hair. It felt good to be hug. It felt good to be wanted. And I always return the same. I still do. But not for you.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Family. The continuation story of our union. Beautiful children. Each and everyone is a splitting image of both of us. Giving whole new adventures to our lives, hoping all the best for them while we are still able to love and provide for them. A family. Where both you and I never had. I cherish it so much. Protect it so much. But I don’t feel the same from you.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Where are you now? Did you forget about the letters? Did you not see my shadows? Smell my scent? Feel my faint heartbeat? Miss hearing laughter of our little ones? </p>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-63186501920953875532011-03-12T08:32:00.000-08:002011-03-12T08:52:24.073-08:00That Love Scenes You See In The Movies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvs-TjjMeCs/TXukL2YoNGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mzjrM7pEtws/s1600/Kissing_Couple03_by_ibrahim0116.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvs-TjjMeCs/TXukL2YoNGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mzjrM7pEtws/s320/Kissing_Couple03_by_ibrahim0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583236686540190818" border="0" /></a><br />We often see movies portrays handsome men as the hero or the savior of the world and that they get the sexy and beautiful women all the time. They even have very hot kissing scenes, making the love story part of the movie so intense. Why can't it be the same in the real world? Or why can't it be the same for us personally?<br />It may be a mid-life crisis that I am going through but I believe we should always be falling in love again and again with our boyfriend, our fiancee or better still our spouse. And they feel the same in return. We all should feel the intensity of the love to sustain as a couple and keep us wanting each other more all the time.<br />Every time I see a movie with this intense love scenes (especially in the movie Twilight!), I wish badly that the generation now will fall in love like that and stay true to their partner, no matter what. I wish that they understand what love and faithfulness is. Above all, the love will carry through to the next generation,Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-53303921342598354482011-02-19T01:54:00.000-08:002011-02-19T02:17:36.624-08:00Lies That Destroys Another Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJlOKH1jA8M/TV-U4hU65-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZTszQRK2RWE/s1600/4233333_06e2a8a626.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJlOKH1jA8M/TV-U4hU65-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZTszQRK2RWE/s320/4233333_06e2a8a626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575338562447665122" border="0" /></a><br />I once read an article of how a man lies ever since he found out his lies managed to get him out of trouble. He began to polish his lying skill until it became so addictive that he never realized he is hurting the people who trust him so much. To him lying is part of survival. Lying makes him feel powerful. Lying makes him feel he is good at what he is doing. Never did it occur to him that just being plain honest can bring him very far. Never did it strike him that lying is actually making him the lowest of the low. He also never thought that lying to gain what he wants is actually a coward's way.<br /><br />His lying is also extend to being verbally abusive. And worst of all, using people.<br /><br />The article I read said this man struggled to keep lying to the people he knows and love for the sake of survival. Never once he attempt to make everything straight. What happen to this man in the article? Well, what you see in TV / Movies about character like this either dies, fall or lose. It happens in real life too. And when he wanted to make everything right, he lost everything. Moral of the article I read - the good or bad you do in your life, no matter what - will haunt you too, in a good way or bad way. And always if you do bad, it will haunt you worst. If you do good, the return usually doubles.Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-28152886677180966412011-01-30T01:24:00.000-08:002011-02-19T01:48:51.685-08:00In Thy Hands I trust<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/TUUvNrJZH7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lNZWhQ7RWWY/s1600/holding%2Bhands.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/TUUvNrJZH7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lNZWhQ7RWWY/s320/holding%2Bhands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567908426280411058" border="0" /></a>When you give your hand to the one you love, you give your everything. At least that is what I was thought to do - only fair that you give your hand back faithfully with love and compassion. When you do that, you trust that very hand you hold and committed to. You hope the most as it is that hand that you want to guide you through the dark. It is the same hand that you want to hold to share the light you receive through your life's journey. If you have not found the right hand, don't fret. It will come to you. If you have found it, hold on tight to it and never let go.<br /><br />But what do you do when the hand you are trying to hold to is letting go? Do you keep reaching out? Or do you find a new hand? If you let go, what would happen to the promise you made when you held that hand? What ever happen to the morals of keeping your promise?Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-90751686232940573902010-10-25T06:33:00.000-07:002010-10-25T07:06:09.455-07:00WhenWhen in your life do you consider is the turning point of your life? When you fall and got hurt? When you achieve something extra ordinary? When you lose someone you love? And does the turning point takes the best out of you or the worst? Is the turning point our own decision or force upon us?<br />A childhood experience which a child should not have gone through is the 1st turning point of my life. I was force to turn my life around when I hardly knew how. I know right now, millions of children are probably going through the same thing as I had 25 years ago.<br />2nd turning was when I had my twin sons. It was something I had wished for when I was a teenager and my wish came through. Though my younger twin did not survive, my eldest and only son now is a handsome 15 year old. Not long after having my twin sons, I had another turning point. Now, I am wishing I had not taken the turn. If I had not taken the turn, I probably do not have to make my 4th turning point now. When can we not make any turning point? How many turning points in life a person must encounter to have achieve what they want?<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-18549247083517350362010-10-03T07:45:00.000-07:002010-10-03T07:55:25.754-07:00Hanoi. Oh Hanoi<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Counted my blessings when I was in Hanoi last month. From what I see, everyone in Hanoi seemed to be just trying to survive each day slowly. You can't help but to feel that the poor dominates the population. I am sharing a short video clip to give an idea that most of the poor commute with motorbike. Hence the massive motorbike riders, average 3 person in a bike. Either with helmet or without. I was experiencing the evening life of the city and everyone is preparing for the 1000 years anniversary of Hanoi city.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzRBqsHXX7JJmEBLnaMqmLvIFsstS7uESmC6iz-ZgRJ6ckCsWytMNppmEJpTUeAUXb4pAiLK39Q7jv5yTHVog' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-25272824173332796122010-06-13T06:08:00.001-07:002010-06-13T06:20:34.659-07:00World Cup Fever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/TBTYhJP0KuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zRoux26Yb8c/s1600/2010-FIFA-world-Cup.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/TBTYhJP0KuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zRoux26Yb8c/s320/2010-FIFA-world-Cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482244710346271458" border="0" /></a><br />An event where the whole world is tune in with every matches shown live or repeat on TV. Whether their country is playing or not, the event certainly have an impact on those who loves football, on the economy for the country that is hosting the event and on those represent their country.<br /><br />I learned to understand, love and watch the sport because of my husband. And I am a supporter to a few teams which I am happy enough if either one wins. May the best team wins<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-69021881476891828992010-06-13T04:41:00.001-07:002010-06-13T04:50:12.156-07:00I wish they never grow up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/TBTEEyqGcwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7y38H8Ng7-Q/s1600/DSC00057.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/TBTEEyqGcwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7y38H8Ng7-Q/s320/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482222233013613314" border="0" /></a>My children. My life. My friends at home when their father is away for work. My companion when I watch the TV. They are my maid when I am tired at home. They entertain me on the phone when I am away at work. They make my blood pressure shoot up by calling me when they need to complain about each other.<br /><br />Soon, they will be all grown up. Having their own life. Making decisions for themselves.<br /><br />I dread the day they will leave home. When there will be no complains to hear. No maid to help around at home. I wish they will never grow up.<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-83119998164849948702010-06-13T03:40:00.000-07:002010-06-13T04:39:52.315-07:00Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/TBTB8UD2_JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L6Geel2vj9s/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/TBTB8UD2_JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L6Geel2vj9s/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482219888337943698" border="0" /></a><br />Love. When you give, you hope to receive it in return. To some, they give it unconditionally. Someone like Mother Teresa.For some, they expect the receiver to return equal amount of love, or more than what they have given.<br />My understanding of love - Part 1 : Man brings woman to the beach stall. They share a simple dinner, nasi lemak with teh tarik ping. Man talks about his life, his past, his families. Woman listens and laugh at the humors man tells. Then it drizzle, but it was okay. Man pays the bill and take woman to sit by the beach, under a tall christmas tree. Man suddenly becomes quiet. Woman ask why. He takes her hand, put it close to his chest and ask woman if she feels his heart beat. Woman ask why man's heart beat is fast. Man says he is nervous. Woman ask why and man says he is falling in love with woman.<br />Part 2: Man is away for work. Woman misses man very much. Man call woman on woman's house. Woman answers phone. Man ask how woman is. Woman says she is okay but misses man very much. Then man say "you look very good in red shirt". Woman screams and ask man where he is. Man says ' look out your window'. Man comes home to give woman surprise. Man says I LOVE YOU<br /><br />To what extend would an individual go to give and experience love, is one part that would always create chaos in their live. Majority wants the love that they give is given back equally, if not more. But majority also fail to appreciate the love they receive and take it for granted. To those reading this blog of mine, never take love for granted. It will cause you heart breaks. If you love a person, love that person faithfully, even if that person fails to see it. I know I am.<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-23848283813891062712010-05-04T06:58:00.000-07:002010-05-04T07:17:48.021-07:00Me and The Bandits<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/S-AqEDox8II/AAAAAAAAAEI/2arjlJTlXwI/s1600/Running+Bandits.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/S-AqEDox8II/AAAAAAAAAEI/2arjlJTlXwI/s320/Running+Bandits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467416196811976834" border="0" /></a><br />Running the full marathon in the Borneo International Marathon last 2nd May 2010 was not part of my goal this year. I had set out to just do half marathon instead. I could not picture myself completing the run and neither was I prepared to be in agony with muscle ache after the run. But I then challenged myself that I can do it and pretty much ready for it. Besides, it is the 3rd time I joined and I know I can do it. But not without some help from some Bandits.<br />These Bandits are more than Bandits. They are my running mates. They are my running drugs, my school mates mostly. But above all, they are my wonderful and beautiful friends. We pretty much motivated each other.<br />So I did it. I completed my 1st full marathon. We all did it.<br />The training - few months of waking up damn early. The race preparation - loads of nerve wrecking moments. The race - well completed. The friendship - PRICELESS!<br />My Running Bandits - WE ROCK!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-77996853392665586862010-04-15T20:04:00.000-07:002010-04-15T20:21:04.375-07:00Silence is Golden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/S8fXiTmga6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QILOnk0209Q/s1600/DSC09497.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/S8fXiTmga6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QILOnk0209Q/s320/DSC09497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460570057587321762" border="0" /></a><br />Was in silence for a while. Have not been pouring out what I went through since my last post. I am trying to evaluate what I have gone through in life, what I am going through now and how I will prepare myself for the days to come.<br />At times I can take all the blows and brush it aside by thinking positively. But I began to realized that I am only human and it is alright to have an outburst. It is alright to cry. It is alright to feel bad. Because by crying, by releasing all the anger then one is able to feel better about themselves and move on.<br />I once know a person whom I regard as my best friend. My confidant. That person gave back the same quality. As we go through the years, that person chose to find some other best friends in order to fill the gap I could not fill whenever I was not around or occupied with other things. But I never said I could not fill. I just had to be away in order to appreciate that person more. That person did not understand....but I have to move on. I move on for the sake of the friendship, love and care I have for that person. And hope that person knows I will always be around.<br />It is every person's wish that they are given a chance and make the best out of it. I have that chance and I am making the best out of it. If only that person sees the same....life would be more wonderful and blessed!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-62142182003249476452009-11-30T05:46:00.000-08:002009-11-30T06:06:00.345-08:00I wish upon my wishing star...if I have one....I grew up alone, never had good friends or even allowed to have one that I can always invite to spend time with. To keep myself happy and surrounded with friends, I was involved in may games in school. Well known for being a Netball player, a Field Hockey person and even a Volleyball enthusiast. Always competitive, just to feel good and get the silent affirmation that I am good enough for what I do. There was no one telling me I am good. Not even a teacher to appreciate my talent, my skill. So I never knew how good I really was because all the time, it was only me telling myself.<br />Involving in a job that stress so much in motivating others by appreciating their talent, their skill and also their presence, I see how important it is to give that to another individual. Whether it is someone you know very well or someone you encounter for a short period of time. Giving positive feedback goes a long way. Seeing their smile when you tell them they are doing okay, they are doing so well is priceless.<br />I believe, it is the same with giving your love and faithfulness to someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. When you take that vow, you see the sparkle and happiness in that person's eyes and they returned the same promise. And so....I wish upon my wishing star if I have one....that I am searching for the very same sparkle I once had and the happiness that I was promised. I have and still hold true to my vow....so he continue to have that sparkle and happiness. I hope he gives it back...because it was lost a long time ago.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-89137661829758957572009-10-17T22:41:00.000-07:002009-10-17T23:23:16.794-07:00An Inspiring Story - Beyond Compare (Dick & Rick Hoyt Team)<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyWiXEGSJ76HYBfsE-IGT-Sw-DCOazCPBCVGlSNxO8569W8s9S8bAq42BaQsxxLSOB8IYeL8OkIK3sze_e6nw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe> A friend posted this on a website and it was the first time I saw it. It really pierced my heart. How a father's love for his son is so great that he literally challenge his own capabilities. I felt ashamed of myself after watching this video - what Dick did for his son is beyond compare. I believe that it takes a real man or a woman to be great parents to their children.<br /><br />Would we ourselves be in his shoes if one of our children is handicap? Would we be doing what he is doing - perhaps at our own circumstances for the love of our children? Dick Hoyt - you are an extra ordinary man.<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-26665944344934967322009-10-17T08:04:00.001-07:002009-10-17T08:44:43.370-07:00My 2nd Borneo International Marathon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/Stni1oCl6uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sO-v-37s5cY/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/Stni1oCl6uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sO-v-37s5cY/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393591439662115554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/StndO6jw8GI/AAAAAAAAADw/hUZgxKubLO8/s1600-h/8916_182527342924_820742924_3833261_7438058_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/StndO6jw8GI/AAAAAAAAADw/hUZgxKubLO8/s320/8916_182527342924_820742924_3833261_7438058_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393585277060051042" border="0" /></a><br />11th October 2009, woke up at 3.30am. I sat a while on my bed, trying to set my mind that today is the day for me and my running buddies to complete what we've train for - the half marathon.<br />It took me 5 minutes to really wake myself up. I got up and prepare myself, put on the most comfortable running gear I have. My daughter Angel realized I was quietly moving about the room and asked what I am up to. As usual, I told her I am going jogging and she went back to sleep.<br />Gave my husband a quick hug - a good luck hug, although he was fast asleep. I was all set by 3.50am when Jane came to fetched me. We all hitched a ride from her. Jane fetched Jennifer, Georgina and Eiji before she came over to my house. As I got into the car, I can feel that everyone was nervous. Pam hop in from Metro Restaurant and the next stop was to fetch Tricia.<br />We were on our way to Likas Stadium by 4.20am. It will be the 2nd marathon for Pam and myself. We both joined the 10km last year. I only did a 1 month training last year and it was really an agony after the run. I was also on my own. But this year's preparation was more than I had expected. Trained 4 months ahead, ran many areas of Kota Kinabalu and the best part was.... having running buddies.<br />We dropped our stuffs to be taken care by a personnel. I realised I was not as nervous as I was on my 1st participation...maybe because I had friends to run with me. It's because last year I went to the toilet 5 times before running. This time, only once :)<br />We did some warming up and stretching. Did not see any familiar faces. As we were lined up by the starting line, it was funny to hear the announcer annouced that faster runner should be at the front. So my buddies and I moved a few lines behind. We were also joking so much to calm ourselves down.<br />On the dot, we started at 5.30am. My buddies and I was running close to each other. I am glad that a week earlier, we had tried the real route for the half marathon so we'd know. While running also, we managed to have fun looking at other runners. One very outstanding and annoying runner was a guy who ran passed us and stop to walk. Then when all of us passed him, he start running again and overtook us. He did this a few times and luckily he then went ahead of us or else I would have told him off. JERK! (and I know his name)<br />Our route took us through the Likas coastal highway, passed the town market, Wawasan plaza, going into Sutera Harbour up to The Residency entrance and towards the Perkeso traffic light before heading back to Likas Stadium. We finished within our usual training timing. And it was indeed a great achievement. While cooling down and resting, then we saw some familiar faces and could not help but to say hello and sharing each other's experiences.<br />I considered myself very active in sports during my school years. Always into games and athletics was only as far as 400m. But to accomplished a half marathon distance at a late age....I believe I still have what it takes to be active. It goes the same for my running buddies...it is their 1st long distance run and they did very well. 3rd Borneo Intermational Marathon, we look forward to partcipate again!<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-1059109193613433602009-08-31T04:44:00.000-07:002009-08-31T05:16:44.488-07:00How Celcom upset me!I went outstation recently and my mobile phone was automatically on international roaming mode. I overused my limit and because the bills ends every 28th of every month I decided to wait until the evening of 28th Aug to make online payment. I borrowed my daughters phone who is on prepaid. However, I paid my bill on the 27th instead- RM314.00 an amount I confirmed with customer service by calling the Care Line. But still continued using my daughters phone until the 28th so I'd have a 00.00 b/f account. After making the payment, I called Celcom to informed them I've made the payment. The customer service asked for the reference and I gave him an 11 digit number with the letter 'x' in between. And he can tell me he does not want the 'x'. I then told him off saying that this is the reference number and if he refuse to accept it and continue to bar my phone, I am complaining. He accepted it immediately. My telephone line was realeased 4 hours a after - 28th August. So I only started to use my phone on the 29th. But my story does not end there.<br />30th Aug - 8pm, Celcom barred my line again. I didn't know this until I was trying to make an urgent call. I call the so called 'Care Line' and they confirm that my phone is barred as I have not settled my bill. My blood shot high up immediately and request them to check again. I was so furious and upset. The customer service put me on hold and when she returned she confirmed that I owe RM255.65 for August - I then with a harsh voice said that I settled my payment, giving her the history. She then put me on hold again. And when she returned she said I have another oustanding of RM58.35.<br />I asked her what happened to the RM314 payment I made? If Celcom said that I owe RM255.65 for August- RM255.65 + RM58.35 outstanding, isn't it amounting to the RM314.00 I paid on the 27th August.<br />Even if I owe RM58.35, my credit limit is RM150.00 - why the hell did Celcom barr my phone line? the customer service said that it is the system that sets it that way and I told her, the system is created by man and can be changed or updated by man. In this case, it should have been updated by the 28th August when I made that call to inform of the payment I made. The customer service could not explained any further but immediately said she will released my phone line. Still furious, I apologized to the customer service that she had received my frustrations on this, told her that this is not the first time Celcom frustrates me and asked her to speak to her management.<br />Celcom - you may have the widest coverage in Malaysia, but your system and services sucks. You are really taking advantage on users who are perhaps mostly ignorant. I am beginning exercise my choice and rights!<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-28468854870975950992009-08-10T20:17:00.000-07:002009-08-10T21:10:29.605-07:00Being friendly and polite goes a long way...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/SoDn_n3qxAI/AAAAAAAAADo/TzuNyJLMhKg/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/SoDn_n3qxAI/AAAAAAAAADo/TzuNyJLMhKg/s200/IMG_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368545836045878274" border="0" /></a><br />12 years after my first visit, I set foot again in the city of Jhongli, about 1 hour away from the metro city of Taipei. I could not remember if the people are friendly and helpful 12 years back. Perhaps my communication with them was quite limited then as my Mandarin was really half past six. But this time, I really enjoyed my stay, even though it was all the time in the hotel. The staffs are exceptionally extra helpful, friendly and very polite. My Mandarin is still half past six, with a few occasions where I mix Hakka into it. Yet that did not frustrate them or myself to communicate whatever message we need to send across to each other to get the conference preparation in order. There were many times sign language is also included which is so comical. Wouldn't life be so much simpler and pleasant if everyone treats each other the same? Speak politely and try alternative in communicating with each other rather than choose the fast way out? Which in most cases, stop the communication channel and worst, assumptions sets in.<br />Because of the hotel staff being so polite, I was constantly reminded that I must remember each and everyone of them, their name, so that I can thank them at the end of the conference. I believe if we treat everyone the same way, we will always remember them. And that is the best thing that another person can do for you, remembering you were part of their life for a while - because you were polite and helpful at the time they needed you. Who knows one day you cross each others path again?<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-1945317393244663342009-08-09T03:55:00.000-07:002009-08-09T04:09:18.761-07:00It's the legs!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/Sn6r0vzQc8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XnJ9zXoxvHk/s1600-h/01082009546.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/Sn6r0vzQc8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XnJ9zXoxvHk/s200/01082009546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367916728545211330" border="0" /></a>It has been two months now since I started training for a half marathon feat - Borneo International Marathon Oct 2009. The momentum of the training looks good and I always look forward to my long run every Saturday. It is a challenge I have never imagined that I would do while I was in my very younger days and I often wondered why I am doing it now, when the body is older and age is catching up. The long run was always good, with so much personal satisfaction. But it's the legs that always have a mind of it's own. I am trying so hard to have a good relationship with my legs...nurturing it with consumption of healthy food, toning it with the right weight and method, wearing the right shoes. Ah! But the chemical is still not perfect.<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-50704398626082725092009-07-12T06:06:00.000-07:002009-07-21T06:27:32.884-07:00Life is so fragile....A friend passed away today. The death is so unfortunate. It made me think back and affirm that life is so fragile. We are indeed created to be an individual who is unique in our own ways. How is this beneficial to another individual?<br />I never really took time to know this friend better. Went out once for a drink, nothing more. Never meet and talk face to face anymore. Occasionally hear stories about this friend from some other close friends and the stories will end up as a cruel joke.<br />This friend can be a very successful person, can be someone who is well respected by many because of his outgoing personality. But was never given the opportunity which resulted to a life I believe is hard to survive. Excellent musician, church goer...Rest in peace my friend, you now no longer need to suffer.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-73020126256659462892009-06-05T04:47:00.000-07:002009-06-05T04:58:39.661-07:00Why do people hurt others?I just cannot understand why one person can have the heart to hurt another, for whatever reason. The surprising thing is they can still look at the victim in the eye as if nothing ever happens. Or they look at their victim and the look exclaimed the sentence 'you deserve it'. How does the victim survive being hurt? How much more can a victim take one hurtful thing after another?<br />We are all human beings. Created on the same earth. We will all die one day. Either peacefully or tragically. Doesn't it count to at least make a person realize that he or she has to appreciate their surrounding and the people they associate with? Especially the people who love them so much.....because life is about caring, being kind, courteous and generous. Not suppose to be conditional...not suppose to. God did not make it that way. <input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-49080123231641745302009-05-25T05:17:00.001-07:002009-05-25T05:35:36.108-07:00Exotic Bali<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/ShqMyNjlisI/AAAAAAAAADA/emCtOic4JSc/s1600-h/20052009462.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/ShqMyNjlisI/AAAAAAAAADA/emCtOic4JSc/s200/20052009462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339735102461414082" border="0" /></a><br />Bali. It is always a place somebody would recommend to visit. And I agree. My adventure to Bali was combined with work. All my work mates except one left for Bali on the 19th May. The beginning of the journey was really a turn off because you see so many travellers putting on mask due to the health issue about Swine Flu. Yet you see them taking it off when they have their food at one of the restaurant at the airport. We arrived Bali early in the evening, so did not get to see much. But one thing that is pretty certain for me is that the motorbike riders there are perhaps the most fearless people. Well...I've been to Taipei, so I thought they were fearless people. Ok, perhaps they are known to be fearless in their own place. I literally have my own brakes while we were driven by the driver to our hotel and also throughout our travelling time on the road.<br /><br />The time spent there was brief but it was enough to give me the feeling that the place is indeed exotic. I did a quick and very cheap shopping. Everywhere I go, I hear Balinese music, so soothing. So I end up buying two CD's for myself. Really worth it. The most interesting part was always trying to convert their currency back to Ringgit Malaysia. I even had my calculator with me, haha!<br /><br />What imprinted in me most about Bali was to see how the people there are so polite, so talented, especially with their hands - seeing all the huge and well sculptured statues, crafted woods. But was never given a chance. Even if they are given a chance, it is just within their area. I guess it happens everywhere in other parts of the world.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-30978929736170671412009-05-14T05:00:00.001-07:002009-05-14T05:07:53.338-07:00You are so beautiful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/SgwH3Ev6m7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/prLOiwVAH-4/s1600-h/danny-gokey3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/SgwH3Ev6m7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/prLOiwVAH-4/s320/danny-gokey3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335648301276109746" border="0" /></a><br />This is Danny Gokey. He went for the American Idol Season 8 audition not really confident that he will make it through. But finished as the top 3 in one of the best season I've ever seen. This year's American Idol saw many very talented people with their own style and rendition when singing. Seeing Danny, Kris and Adam belting out songs of the judges choice and their own choice, Danny's choice prove to be the best for me. I believe he sang that for his late wife and by the look of his face, he was ready to accept, whatever the decisions of Americans. But he is already a winner to me. Very special and he will be one of the best singing artist of all time. Live your dream Danny.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-34797516983139055092009-05-11T19:27:00.000-07:002009-05-11T20:33:10.590-07:00Playing for the President...yup, we did it!My colleagues in Singapore had a good time performing for the President of Singapore on their open day at the istana - 1st May. I wish I was there playing the Beatswork event with them in front of the other 10,000 audiences. It was FANTASTIC and what amazes me most, the President and his accompanies sat on a normal plastic chairs! How low profile! Well done Asia Ability - Singapore!<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxmdp91k3vYjmRrHC1evA4Ty7bEgH-yikloZYwQypCgSfddz36BJqW1WegVo5u4spZHB_LvXXxgISoqkSXEGw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-19458753370191446892009-05-11T19:18:00.000-07:002009-05-11T19:27:46.149-07:00When you know how to ride a motorbike (scooter I mean)Got my license in March 2009. It is not like riding a bicycle like everyone says. You do not paddle. Your feet is on on stationary, on standby to be used when you suddenly go off balance. You are totally in focus within 360 degree around you. Your breathing momentum changes once you start riding. Yes, you feel the breeze as your bike accelerate, but you also inhale the many dust which you can avoid when you are in a car. Your heart rate palpitates a little faster when you ride but you smile whenever you get to a traffic jam. Because you know somehow you can pass all the cars with frustrating drivers. You will be in the office on time and get home early. However, your life is at risk by another 50%.<br />Being a motorbike rider, I somehow appreciate a little bit more and be on an alert on other motorbike riders when I drive a car.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516892515970579605.post-71324921034366042122009-05-10T23:48:00.000-07:002009-05-10T23:56:12.863-07:00Untouched Paradise - Just at your doorstep<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/SgfKf-uyqcI/AAAAAAAAACw/lqDsZwfAFmE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IO0b7XrLidk/SgfKf-uyqcI/AAAAAAAAACw/lqDsZwfAFmE/s200/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334454934407653826" border="0" /></a><br />A friend send this to me just today and the view was really breathe taking. First thing I had in my mind was going to this place must cost a fortune. I was totally wrong. This is in fact in Kedah, Malaysia. The place is called Tasik Jagong, if I am not mistaken (see I could not even remember the name because I was really amazed with the view!)<br />How many more places like this can you really find and it is just within the location of your country? I am sure there are many and how far do we want it to be untouched? We always assumed that other places would be a much exotic and beautiful to visit when we have our own to really shout about!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09270512254866574686noreply@blogger.com2