I Want to Be a GREAT Person

"I want to be a GREAT person!!"

I want to be a great person to be with. I want to be great in whatever I do. I want to be a great daughter. I want to be a great mother. I want to be a great wife. I want to be a great friend. I want to be a great teacher. I want to be a great family member. I want to be a great businesswoman. I just want to be great. I want people to feel great when they are with me. I want my existence in one's life, makes him/her feels great. I want to achieve the extraordinary because ordinary is not good enough for me. So God, please help me. Guide me and make it easy for me.

My idol, Wan (my Dad) wrote me a poem and in that poem, there were two sentences which inspired me a lot.... "Hanya yang cekal akan berjaya - Only the determined person will be successful" and "Kemanisan pada penerimaanmu jua - the sweetness of life is depends on how you take it". So, I want to be a determined person and will always enjoy the sweetness of my life.

I promise Wan, I will be determined in whatever I do and if I ever fall or being hurt while doing it, I will stand back on my two feet fast. I will try to heal fast. I will never give up. I will keep on trying, unless it is already fated to be that way. I will not let hurdles lead my life. I will strive to be able to lead my life the way I want it, not the way the limitations that I have limit me. I will limit the limitations. I will make sure nothing stop me on my way to success. I will never let what others think about me or do to me, pull me down from my climb to be great. Whatever people think about me is their problem, not mine. I also promise to see this world positively and will be optimistic in whatever I do. I will try not to be hurt easily and enjoy the sweetness of life instead of complaining of the bitterness. I will love the people in my life abundantly and make them feel that they are being loved in that way.

I know I can be a GREAT person because I have GREAT people around me who I love and who love me! Thank you to all of you for being in my life!!! You are all GREAT people! I am lucky to have all of you in my life!!

My Trip to Maturity - Very Young ~ Part I

Cute, shy, girly, polite and clumsy... that was me, very young me.... Mama told me, when we were living in Philippines, I was 5 years old, I was a very cute, shy and polite... Because of my cuteness, I made Mama's shopping day easy. How? Mama told me that, because of my cuteness (I don't mind repeating this over and over again throughout this post!), whenever she goes shopping, the shopkeeper will play, carry and kiss me (euuwww!!) and Mama could do her shopping 'peacefully' (now that I have a little active princess of my own, I know what she meant by that - shopping 'peacefully'!). I am sure, some of this blog readers who know me are smiling now at the words 'girly and polite'... but believe me, I was girly and polite... at least for a short while, until I was influenced with the boys around me....., so do not blame me for that... hee hee... (** Don't wonder why I put the satay picture.. I was hungry when I wrote this post!! **)

But polite.. YESS... I am till now...and talking about being clumsy, I remember.. whenever we went to any shops selling glass or glass ware, Mama will keep on warning me to be careful not to break anything.. I didn't keep track, how many glasses I already broke or damage... I am sorry Mama! I hope it didn't cost you a fortune.. Also when we were in parties or people's house, I sometimes (I repeat, sometimes OK, not always!!) dropped glasses or plates here and there or spilled the food or drinks from my plate/glass... until once, in a party, someone else's kid dropped his plate and Mama from other corner of the room shouted "Dek Zie!!!" and I said "It wasn't me!!"... since then, I didn't remember anymore act of 'major' clumsiness from my side, just minor ones-lah... and I think this clumsiness is a bit contagious.. Anyway, I healed at least 95% from being clumsy now... yehaaaa....

When I grew older, in the primary school years... a transformer came to visit me and.... transformed me from cute, shy and polite to cute (still - this will remain), not so shy, tom-boy-ish (no more girly - my clothes were only t-shirts and shorts) but still polite... Half of my primary school years were in PJ - Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Sultan Alam Shah 1 and the rest were in KB - Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Zainab 1. I was appointed as the head of the class when I was in standard three. Whenever the class teacher asked me to monitor the class and to make sure the students were not making any noise, I would take three rulers, one plastic, one steel and one wood, put on top of each other and whoever made any noise, will be beaten by me on their hand (this was an act of torture! how come the teacher let me do it? - still blaming others huh??). And usually the class will be very quite till even you can hear if a book fell on the floor (of course! meaning: not so quiet laaa).

I also got dog-phobia during this age period. Wanna know how? One day, while walking to school, I saw a dog with one broken leg, across the street in front of our house and the street was very busy, a.k.a. full of cars.. There will be no way the dog could cross such a busy street, furthermore, the dog was having difficulties walking, kek-chah kek-chah... So, I wanted to test the trivia that "Don't run in front of a dog because it will chase you!". What I did was, I ran up and down the street (ni belan-belan nak gi school ni! sempat lagi buat eksperimen!) till the dog from across the street saw me... I thought to myself that it would never able to cross the street to chase me. But to my shock, as soon as the dog saw me running, it made it way crossed the street and started to chase me, very fast!! So, with adrenaline pump on, as fast as I could, as the Kelantanese say "Kecik ppalo ppalo!!" I ran towards our house and the dog did chase me till in front of our house door!! I was lucky at that time coz the gate and the house door were still not locked!! So, since then, I TOBAT NASUHA, I won't play-play anymore in front of a dog and I am really scared of dog now.. even if I heard the word DOG, I will start to shiver and my whole body shakes (please don't believe this part, just dramatization - over acting!!)

When I was in standard four, we had to move back to KB from PJ. So, since then, we lived in Berek 12 till now. It was a wooden house. My activity in KB changed and became more adventurous since all of my same age-age range cousins are boys.. and my best play buddies at that time were Abang Lan and Asri. We usually went in the big drain in front of my house, catching peacock fish or puyu or sepat. What happened was, either Asri or Abg Lan will go in the drain first, to help me from down in the drain and the other one help me from up of the drain. During rainy season, we could catch a lot of fighter fish 'ikan spilla' or 'ikan kkaghing' and I will arrange it separately in bottles with paper in between because they will fight if they see each other... It was so much fun!! I am sure Abg Lan remembers this.

Another activity was bicycle riding. My bicycle riding buddy were Hawari (now Dr Hawari) and Asri. I rode the bicycle in many acts... sometimes with one tire in the air.. without holding the handles, etc etc.. It was sooooo much fun!! One day, we went around our neighborhood.. We went like in a round. In one of the lane, there was a big lorry parked in the middle of the lane and the doors were opened. As I was trying to pass it, my bicycle handle hit the door and bum! I fell in the drain with my bicycle. I was so embarrassed at that time. So, I acted as if I fainted. The workers took my bicycle out of the drain and put it on the street. When they came to carry me out of the drain, I as fast as possible, grab my bicycle and cycled super-fast... I also made Hawari (he is 1 year younger than me) to perform a stunt with the bicycle, where I put a wood on some stacked bricks and he cycled on it, fly a bit in the air and landed on his face on the tar!! Ugghhh.. it was quite a bloody one.. So, if know Hawari, look at his nose, near his lips, you can see the fine scar of our childhood memories together!! Hee hee hee...

Eventhough I was a bit (a bit ok, not so much!) naughty and playful, I still excel in my study. I never put my study aside. My aim was always to succeed in my education. I got straight As in the Penilaian Darjah Lima.. Not bad huh? Nope.. it was good!!!

But I lost my grandparents (WCJ), both of them when I was 10, year 1982. I was quite close to Tok Wae and Che.. I used to go the Kg Sireh and played and talked to them, a lot. My buddy playing together-gether was Linda. We are same age. Linda, do you remember we played together?.. It happened so fast and sudden. Their love to each other was the example of real true love human can have. They both got sick at almost the same time and they both didn't know that their other half had passed away. This is what callled "Sehidup dn Semati!".. I respected them for this and for bringing up my idol very well, a.k.a my Dad. May they rest in peace... Al-Fatihah...

--- TBC - Part II ---

A Note Dedicated to late Wan Zainol Ashikeen Wan Abdullah, a.k.a Cik Nor

My tears just keep on dropping and my mind just keep on playing repeatedly the memories I had with arwah Cik Nor... Owh.. how much I miss her lately.. I just don't know why... I just know that I missed her sooo much... May her soul rest in peace among the chosen one in Jannah...

Let me talk about her... From what I remember.... She was a person who cares about others so much until she put aside her own troubles or worries... She was such a great listener and problem solver that all her niece and nephews or even her brothers and sisters came to her when they have troubles, problems or worries in their life. She will try her very best to solve people's problem, in any way she could.. anyway that you could think of... The least was by hugging her and just cry on her shoulder and she would pat on your back and said "everything will be ok... just cry and let it go... it will be ok... don't worry.." and believe me, she won't stop there. She would gather all her resources, anything at all, to help solving the problems.

She loved her family so much and we always talk and discussed about it whenever we met. Usually among her, me and Cik Ja. We will just sit and talk hours and hours on how to unite our big family.. How to make the younger generations respect and recognize the older generation. We came out with different ideas and initially, we organized a family gathering with a lot of activities just to make everyone in the family close to each other and feel and appreciate each other's existence....after the gathering, we would all shake hands, kiss and hug each other in the family... and that particular event became a tradition in WCJ - Wan Love till now... and hope the younger generations will uphold it forever... I also still remember that we published a so called "Bulletin WCJ" where we had all the news and activities and gossips about the family members and now being replaced by "WCJ Web" due to technology changes in the world... We have to follow the tech rite? (selingan sikit).

When I was in Iran, she called me and we talked sometimes for hours... She really loved her kids very much! Her kids will wear the best clothes and got the best attention from her... She was like the super-mom for her kids and super-wife for Ayah Din.. I know that she did all the errands and also the financial manager for her family.. All the time, she told me how much they wanted another daughter, not that she didn't love her sons and daughter, in fact she loved them more than anything in the world, just they wanted for another one, another girl... and finally, one day, she called me happily to say that she was pregnant and this time, a girl! And the excitement goes on and on every-time we talked or write emails... And then, the time came... her labour moments...

I was already in Malaysia, I talked to her via the phone the night before she went for the labour.. She told me that she felt afraid and nervous to go to the labour this time and didn't know why.. She also said that she had so much problems (other people's, not hers) which hasn't settled and how much she wanted settled all and clear her mind and just forget about everything.. I told her that she's gonna be alright just don't think about anything... and she's gonna come out from the labour safe with her new baby girl in her hands, I promise!... But it didn't happen that way. God had different agenda for her. Something terrible had happened, and that something took her away FOREVER from all of us and from her kids.... and she didn't even had the chance to see her baby girl.... During the labour, her brain didn't receive the oxygen supply for 3 -5 minutes and she suffered from brain death and all that we know, she went into coma and deep sleep for a very long time (until the time she was taken from us).

After sometime, we brought her back to her hometown, Kampung Sireh and everyone in the WCJ family, took their turn to take care of her.. from bathing, to cleaning, to feeding, to doing suction from her airway, everything.... We all did it because of our love for her... Everyone in the family volunteered, and not even a single exclusion. The one who lives in KL came back to KB during their turn to take care of her... We were all hoping for her to get better and open her eyes again.. but God loves her more than us.... He one day, Ease Cik Nor from her sufferings and took her to be with Him in Jannah (I strongly believe so)...

She was one of the greatest human being who I ever knew and she left a very big hole in my heart and in the hearts that she loved / loved her when she went to her final destination... Till now, the hole is still there and no one can replace her in my heart coz she was very special to me.... You were like everybody's best friend and were always there for us... Cik Nor, may you rest in peace and I LOVE YOU!! Al-Fatihah...

This song is dedicated to her....

My Family - Part II

Myself.... I am married since 14th August, 1997 to an Iranian (Alhamdulillah..). Yes, its a mix-marriage from two different parts of the world. How I met him?.. I will write a separate post for it. The story is too long for me to 'enterprame' in this post. Quite interesting story, at least for me and my honey. "Is it easy to marry someone from different culture and background?"..... Tell me about it... the answer is NO. It is not an easy ride BUT its not impossible. Remember? Happiness is in your heart? Thanks God, we made it till now with our own way.. "Are you happy?".. some people ask. My answer "Oh yeah!.. Praise to God!" I always pray that this marriage and happiness will last forever... It takes two to tango right? Well... at the moment, we are doing the 'Tango' dance... still dancing, with Suri, tagging along, dancing beside us....

Oh.. talking about Suri.. she is the Gift from God to our family..after waiting for more than 10 years and after a bad and hurtful miscarriage @ 26 weeks (to a boy)... she is our life now.. she is the center of everything.... our world rotate around her.... She is a happy girl.. dancing all the time and enjoying her little world in her own way... I pray to God so that she will always be happy in her life (now and then) and healthy and meet people who can make her happy too... God, please take care of her and please Hold her hand in her life, coz I will not be able to hold her hand all the time through her life...

My in-laws... Kak Faz... I still remember, one day, mama told me that Abe Deen's heart was stolen by a girl. Happily, I offered myself to be the 'spy'.. hee hee (sorry Kak Faz!).. I went to London with Cik Nah. Abe Deen and a beatiful girl waited for us in the airport (first impression, check!)... We arrived in Abe Deen's house and the table was full of Kelantanese dishes.. Abe Deen said his girl helped him to prepare the dishes, she came since morning to the house to cook (second point, check!)..... Then, the experience was just enjoyable, we could talk to each other like we've known each other forever (third point, check!).. We went strawberry picking, it was fun! (fourth point, check!).. and we saw the way they look and talk to each other, the love is in the air (fifth point, check! check! check!).... Well, that's the most important thing rite? After all the screening, LOVE... So, there it goes, a positive report from the spy... Well, Abe Deen, good job! You really have chosen the best among the best! And Kak Faz, good job! You've played your part very well in our family... I miss talking to you! Love ya!

Ijan, Riz's wife... I still remembered, Dad and Mom told me to slow talk to Riz, asking him, if he is ready to take a girl's hand as his wife and if he already have one that he chose... It was in VS Bangsar, as we had our luch, exclusively two of us.. I drop the topic on the table.. and to my expectation, he said that he is deeply in love with a girl from his class and he is 120% sure, she is the one he wants to marry and live with till the end of his life.... Awwwww.... Are you guys shedding tears?? Common... relax.. breath in, breath out... Ok, so again, this spy (me) send the report to the big bosses and a few month after that... "Kelepong.. kelepak... kelepong... kelepak.." (bunyi kompang!).. and Walaaa... now, 3 kids, with some more coming soon..!! (is it?? haa haa, its my blog, I can write anything rite?).. Ijan, you rock (and of course I love ya!)!

Dr Illa.. JJ's wife, the latest collection in our family... I was also the 'critique'... It was in the Four Season restaurant, we had dinner, together with her parents, Dad and Mom and JJ... well the dinner went so well and we just have topic to talk and the chemistry was just right.... A few month later, they tied the knot... I will tell the story about her later coz I was not around them after they got married.. I am 24 hrs flight apart.. huhu... But Illa, the kids (anak2 sedara) are all crazy about you!! We love ya!

About my husband side (in-laws)... my parents in-law.... (Syukr.. syukr.. syukr..) they are the best parents in-law someone could have!!! Seriously! I can't ask for more! Just let me tell some stories about them. During my early time in Iran, I didn't know Persian and most of them (Iran people) don't know English. So, my mother in-law did the groceries shopping (by foot!) for me everyday and send it to my 4th floor apartment! There is always smile on her face and never once she raised her voice to me or interfering with our life... When I feel like eating something, she will as soon as possible buy the raw materials and cook it for me!.. My father in-law, I still remembered, one snowy winter day, he arrived in front of our door, with a bowl of red watermelon.. He was eating the watermelon and suddenly he remembered that watermelon is my favourite. On that instance he brought it to me through the harsh weather.. Whenever we go to visit them in Iran, they will treat me like a princess.. they don't let me do anything else than enjoying my time there.... I never forget to thank God for what He had Given me..

My husband's sister and brothers are like my own. We could discuss things together and understand each other. My sister in-law, Nazanin is a good listener and secret keeper. Thanks sis! I love you!

I mentioned that I have a big family. Yup, else than whoever I already mentioned above and in the past post, I have another two big (close) family, HAMSHI and WCJ.

HAMSHI and WCJ, their similarities are... they like to meet up, party, food and chit chat...

HAMSHI members are about 90. They are my mom's side. They are the aunties/uncles and their kids. We are close to each other, very close. The similarities among the aunties are that they like to COUNT. Not a single exception. Yes, they like to count everything, again and again and they will use all their fingers to count. The evergreen funny story among the family I like to share is about an incident. It happened a long time ago, maybe more than 10 years ago. The aunties went to a weeding in a village and at that time it was rainy season. Cik Yah, in one hand, is ulat-phobia (afraid of worms, leech or anything that look like that). Because it was rainy season, the host have to put a plank of wood on the messy and muddy ground so that the guests can walk on it without making their shoes dirty. Cik Ngah, on the other hand, is meniti-phobia (afraid to walk on small plank of wood). So, it happened that, Cik Ngah walked in the front, followed by Cik Ma and Cik Yah at the back. God is Great (hiii... hiiii...), Cik Ngoh, at the middle of the plank, was having difficulties to go further and her legs were shaking and at the same time also, a leech appeared on the plank, in front of Cik Yah. While Cik Ngok ek-ah-ek-ah trying not to fall, Cik Yah already jumped on Cik Ma's back and Cik Ngoh finally fell in the mud and sprained her foot. And Cik Ma successfully cross the plank with Cik Yah on her back!! Sooo funny (it was not funny then..)..

WCJ members are more than 100s. Every year, we will have gathering, which we called it Family Day. I remember, I initiated the Family Day, with arwah Cik Nor, Cik Awi and Cik Ja. One afternoon, we were discussing on how to make our growing family members united and know each other and stay close to each other, even after the earlier generation pass away. So, we suggested to have gathering with interesting activities and till now, the tradition is still being practiced with new fresh ideas from the newer generation. I missed a few of it but my soul is always with them. I am proud of this tradition and may this will hold our family together. Talking about arwah Cik Nor, I was very closed to her. We used to share stories and secret. All other cousins also like to discuss their problem with her.. I remember, my last conversation with her (via phone, I was in Iran at that time..), she said that she had so many people's problem in her head and how she wishes to ease her mind from problems and relax in peace... and the next day, God Granted her wish.. she was taken away from us (she was first in coma for sometime).. Good people always die young... May her soul be with the protected one in jannah.. I miss her so much.. I am sure, everybody who knows her or been in her life missed her dearly. May strength be with her family.. al-Fatihah.

---- Next post... My Life's Journey, From Childhood to Now ------

My Family - Part I

I am blessed to be born in a big family...I have a very big family.. very big... and I love them all very much! My parents have 4 children, 3 boys and 1 girl. I am a rose among the thorns... I have 3 brothers and we grew up together in a house, at first in West Coast of P. Malaysia and later in East Coast of P. Malaysia.

My beloved dad.. he is my idol . His ideas, his advice, his strength and his spirit in live, inspired me a lot. He has always been there to help me whenever I needed him, until now. He is like a light in the darkness... when I can't find light anywhere else, suddenly his light appear to show me way, to guide me and to help me, unconditionally. I love him so much and May God Bless him forever, in this world and in the world after... He is a very spiritually strong man and I hope I can be like him... spiritually strong and positive!

My mom... she is very dear and special to my heart. She has touched many hearts... We are very close to each other. We used to chit chat and story about everything, every evening, when I was still living in the same house. Ohh... how I missed that so much! She is very kind hearted and caring person. She will do anything she could, just to make people happy. Whenever she comes to visit us in KL, she will bring a lot of our favourite food and stuff, for us to enjoy. And we will have food party for days! The same thing when we go back home to visit them (mom and dad), she will have a list of menu of our favourite food throughout our stay there.... In case I didn't say it enough, let me say it now, I love you so much mama! You are the best mama in the world for me! May God Bless you too!

My brothers.... My eldest brother, Abe Deen. We used to do activities together. Our age are 2 years different. Not so far. Our childhood (I will write about My Childhood separately in a different post) as I remembered was full of fun! I hope he still remembers as I vividly remember all the memories.. I remember we went fishing in the PJ lake, catching tilapia fish, using worms which we dig out ourselves from the backyard, as the bait.. I remember, we played 'gusti' where he accidentally bruised my eye.. I remember we played in the rain, throwing mud to each other, pretending like its a snowball! I remembered, we went cycling... I remembered, I lost my school bag during the school assembly and he as the big brother and also the school prefect at that time, asked a group of his friends to go searching for it everywhere around the school until he found my bag... I remember, we went to swimming class together and he was laughing telling me that there was an old man in the changing room, totally naked.... After an incidence, we all moved to East Coast. Suddenly, he was accepted in a boarding school and off he went.. leaving me missing him. I remember how I (we - me, mama, dad and other brothers) missed him and eagerly waiting for the weekends, because he will come home during the weekends.. I remember how mama would cook all his favourite dishes at that time.... Since then, we just met each other during holidays or some weekends... I remember, once, when I was in the university, I got sick and was rushed to the emergency room by my friend and he called my friend many times, to ask about my condition and asked my friend to have a good care of me... Ah... time flies really fast, now, we are the head of our own family... he now has a beautiful, devoted loving wife and a handsome son and a cute daughter. But he is still my big brother. He will always be. I love you Abe Deen!

My younger brother, Riz... We are 6 years different from each other.... We were so close to each other then, and still close now.... Praise to God... When we were both small and young, he liked to 'lepak' in my room, watched TV together and sometimes he fell asleep in my room. He usually dream-walking. One day, in his sleep, he walked to my study table, took a few books and went to the toilet. After a while, he came out from the toilet, without the books. I went to check and saw a pile of books on the toilet seat. The next morning, when he woke up, I asked him and he told me that he dreamt that he went to work in the office.. We had a great laughed! One incident I couldn't forget, when we teased one of our helper. At first, it was an innocent reaction to an incident, when we shouted "..Alaaaa Kassimmm... Alaaaa Kaasssimmm..." repeatedly in my room, until my helper ran up to my room, panting and catching her breath and pale face, and saying that she was hearing ghost voice saying "..Alaaaa Kassimmm... Alaaaa Kaasssimmm..." repeatedly..... So, we got an idea and decided to tease her. We told her there was no such thing/voice and I followed her to her room. We had a plan. My brother, supposed to keep on shouting "..Alaaaa Kassimmm... Alaaaa Kaasssimmm..." repeatedly, while I accompany our helper downstairs and pretend not to hear his (my brother) voice. But my brother, instead of shouting in my room, thought that it would be more real if he shouted out of the window. So he opened the window, and shouted out from my window "..Alaaaa Kassimmm... Alaaaa Kaasssimmm..." repeatedly, (my room is in the upper level of the house, where the helper's room is under my room, downstairs) at 2 a.m.! Lastly, we ended up, not only scaring our helper, but also all our neigbours!!! Now, all the memories I had with him, will be kept as memories and will be taken out from my memory archive whenever I need a dose of smile. Riz is now a proud husband and father of three beautiful, active and healthy son and daughters... I love you so much Abe!

Lastly, my youngest brother, JJ. He is 6 years different from Riz and 12 years different from me. He was soooo cute when he was a baby (I am sure his wife thinks he is still the cutest guy in town!). He was so cute, that one day, while I carried him on my lap, I was feeling so 'geram' of his cuteness until I sprained my neck! JJ is (yes, is) a very quiet and shy person. But when he speaks, or tell jokes, everyone will laugh with tears! One day (God Bless him), he was playing in the verandah with Riz and Isham (my cousin) and suddenly he slipped and luckily they (Riz and Isham) could catch his legs. But he was upside down, hanging down from the verandah. I was down in the garden at that time, looking at them, and shouting and jumping up and down panicking! But it was happy ending, they could pull him out of it.. thanks God. JJ is very polite and sensitive. He will innocently follow whatever you tell him to do and will always use the words please and thank you. One day, in the car, he ate candies and he asked mama where to put the candy skin. Mama told him to put at his feet (mama said "letak di kakilah JJ..!"). When we arrived at our destination, we saw that the candy skin was nicely sitting on his feet. He is a good boy. He loves his room very much. We all love him dearly. Now, he is a husband to a nice young doctor and awaiting for their first baby to be born... May he and his family be Blessed with joy, health, wealth and happiness always! I love you JJ!

--------- to be continued in Part 2 ---------------

The First Entry

Sitting at my desk, looking at the beautiful view from my house window, with beautiful people enjoying their life.. Suddenly, it brings me back to my old time memories... from my childhood, my school years, my university years, my marriage, my work life, my life abroad, away from everyone who is dear to my heart, and my present life.... Owh.. I just realized, I have so much beautiful memories (with some hiccups here and there), but still, what a beautiful life I have...

Yes, I have a beautiful life and I am happy with it. If I were given a choice, either to live my life again or to do it differently, I will choose to repeat my life, all over again, even for the 100th time, coz I am happy with it and I am happy with what I am now, and I want to do it again and again....

So, I decided to write The Story of My Life in my blog.... I welcome everybody to enjoy reading my writings, with some conditions: please do not judge me (actually, I don't care if you do coz I don't live based on what people say...) coz I want readers just to enjoy my story and please mind my english, this is my second language, not the first (but I still prefer to write in english so that more people can enjoy reading it)...

I will write everything about my life, my memories, my ups, my downs... basically, whatever I like to write. After all, its MY LIFE and its MY STORY!

Enjoy.....