In remembrance of Peter Kassig, the compassionate one

You went in when others run out
Giving a hand to the weak and injured
Without a care to the siege
Only the welfare of others in your heart

May you find peace
As we find solace
From the hint of hope in humanity
From the foundation you have built

Sukhi Hotu

Run with Wig, Run for Cancer

Sad to say the event was postponed in the last minute..

It is with great honour for me to have received a request by the organiser to pose their even on my blog. Though my blog is pretty much inactive, I would do my part..

It is my first time.. and I am dragging along Ben and the 2 lil monsters.. Oh I can't wait..

I am thinking of getting a colourful afro for myself. The lil monsters would probably wanna be Elsa and Anna.. We'll see..

For those of you who wish to try this:

For age 7 & above 

(nevertheless my lil monsters will be there.. hehehe..)

Registration from 1 May 2014 to 6 Jun 2014

Form is here 

Registration fee is RM25 per person

Payable to CK Hair & Beauty via AmBank acc no 0872 022011520

Make sure you submit the form and proof of payment to info@locksofhope.org

Or if you have queries, you can contact:

Rachael 016-902 9105

Ang 016-221 9005

info@locksofhope.org

(I've tested the contacts, they do entertain queries)

Better still, check out this meaningful campaign

So.. see you, if I see you there. Adios!

If

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

~ by Rudyard Kipling

What do you want to be known?

The road not taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost (1874–1963) ~
Source: Courtesy of Mr GC Chong

A promise - 10 years late

Mr Chong was my lecturer back when I was in college. I couldn't really appreciate his classes, what with the subject of taxation. I never really got to know him then. I can't even remember how I came to make appointment and had dinner with him after I left college. It was then I discovered his passion for wisdom and sharing. His kindness to me was not something you encounter everyday. He gave me many things. CDs of soothing music, books on living, and most precious of all - his own compilation on words of wisdom. His dream was to be able to share those wisdom with as many people as he can. I remembered telling him, I would love to help. I had initially planned to produce it in words file, and send to him. Then I left for study in overseas. When I came back, I had some personal issues to settle. Then a job, then another job, and another and another. Life just kept moving at a momentum that I myself has lost track of the pace. The thought of not keeping this promise struck me once a while, but new things never failed to crop up and occupied my mind. There is always something new, something interesting, something captivating.
Then I had a baby. The day I held her close to my heart, world around me stopped for a while. I retraced my foot steps and learn to stop and smell the roses again. And this is one of the roses, passed on to me by Mr Chong, that I would like to share it with you:

"Every beauty and greatness in this world is created by a single thought or emotion inside a man" ~ K. Gibran