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POMPY PUTRI
Heryani
Salwaa

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Fourteen years! That's how old or young my little princess is today.

It's fresh in me the day we've known she exist in me. After a tsunami downfall on my boys and my life, miraclely we were gifted. The crucifying pain and agony while waiting her arrival, diminished and gone when she surfaced.

Cute little wriggly forearms, pink lips wailing, ha..ha...35cm circumference head. Must have taken after my pleasant, humble, handsome gynae.....Dr. Suresh Nair!

I never had the chance experiencing close gap age kids like most people love to. The gap of iBoy to Hairi and Hairi to Princess is great. No complain, its a blessing indeed.

Named by the dad, thats Fadzli and Fadzhairi. Putri Umira, named by me. Princess of me and her dad, thats what she actually is meant for us. May true virtue of a princess will forever be in my Pompy.

It's not a norm of not having bday cakes on my kids bday, it's just that I'm not up to it this time round for her. Loosing our home, (sold), endorsed a sense of lost in my heart. Pray that soon it be gone.

Nevertheless, lunch joined by Heryani and Salwaa at Billy Bombers is one great HAPPY difference. Just love them all! Thank you Girls......love you:-)

Putri ku, Happy Birthday 17th March 2009!
Yani....hope you like the belated wrap from me!
Salwaa....you'll next on my list!
Hairi....ma happy you've got thru the anxillary!
Zul....though it's bit too soon, yet he left, cos he's gifted an early sit near Allah!

Kids, achieve success! When you have it, bear a little in your mind....

SUCCESS IS NOT ALL ABOUT WHAT WE HAVE GOTTEN, BUT IT'S HOW FAR THE DISTANCE THAT WE'VE COME

Keep meeting it time after time...after time...after time

Day to day it's all about going on, living on, fighting on, etc., etc.,

Striving and kicking is the word.

When do life actually started? Before I could feel it, I'm feeling gonna die.

And death may be today, tomorrow, anytime, anywhere, anyhow.

It's too often we never realise whats going on with oneself, cos living is always for another, for the other for something, for somebody, etc., etc.,

Too many a time sacrifice are for him, for her, for you, for them.

When do we say for me?

Only when life is too tired, too old, too sick, too shag, too painful......and one said 'for me to rest'....that's the actual gift, the actual treat, the actual for oneself.....and to one it means 'goodbye!'

Think about it.....nor you or me, we have life, but for who we actually live for, or what is life to oneself actually is his or her life.

Taking myself into it....I'm shag, yet have to live and rebuilt life...with myself last on the list.