Birthdays

I was never a person who really enjoys birthday celebrations. I could never comprehend why would someone want to celebrate being older by a whole year. I always made it clear that I do not want anyone to do anything for me on birthdays, so it's always a low key event where close friends just get together for dinner and maybe a drink or two.

The other day, my god son turned a year old and my friend, who is the father insisted that I would make it. So, despite the temptations of partying, I had to make myself available for the dinner-cum-celebration. Since the location and I was supposed to be wasn't all that far from downtown KL, I decided to make it for dinner, and then go out clubbing and back again, hoping to be sober later in the night as there were some things that needed discussion.

So, here I was witnessing the whole birthday fiasco feeling entirely out of place at since I don't normally socialize well in family oriented event, I just had a whole new perspective and reflections as to why some people celebrate birthdays. in this case, it was more of celebrating a year of this kid. The journey he has gone through and experienced gained over the course of three hundred and sixty five days. It's incredible how fast kids grow and despite the fact of meeting him every quarter, he looks so grown and different every time I meet him.

And another thing that took me by surprise, this little boy made me carry him all evening. One thing that I don't normally do. In fact, he was the first baby I ever carried, lifted from his cod and tapped him to sleep as well.

As much as I think children are pesky , this one is one exception and somehow I kinda like him...

Not a bad thing to reflect on a Monday afternoon and yea, I did meet an online friend as well earlier for coffee. Interesting character he is...

Yippie..It's a Friday!

Friday is finally here; had a tiff with the prick earlier this morning. I'm sure he is going to come back to me with something stronger. Let's just let nature takes its course.

Anyways, I'm off to KL tomorrow for a week, for work sadly. I really do not like working in KL simply because of the rush hour traffic that I need to put up with. Working long hours as well will simply make me so tired at the end of the day and I won't really have the energy to go out and about. Sigh.

Since I'm pretty stressed out this time around, I am having a good mind to go out and pick up some random guys on a nightly basis. So let the party begin!

Bastard Bitch

Respect is something that you should earn and not demand for, this is my thoughts to it ever since a kid. I've come across many people who always demand to be respected simply because they are elder which I completely disagree with. You actions and reactions portray who you are, it's your identity. Demanding for something that isn't rightfully yours and instilling fear constantly is what I perceive as blackmail.

Demanding for respect due to age, power and status is something very much in the norm in Asia, especially here in Malaysia. And, I found this to be true when I was doing some random reading on Hofstede and his theory. This is one country which has the highest level of power distance and this has since been displayed by a prick in my office.

He expects and demands people to respect, more like treat him like god, simply because of his position. Me on the other hand, with my personal views could not be bothered to give him a rats ass about what he expects. And this has led to much issues between us. Never would you instill fear in me nor would you be able to demand something that I'm not prepared to give you. I'd continue doing my work, under my scope, but nothing more and neither will I give you the respect you want because you don't deserve it.

The thing you failed to realize sitting in your position is dealing and interacting with people. Everyone has their own perception about matters to whom it'll most likely be defined as reality in his world. And for those who know me well enough, no one would disagree that I'm a stubborn person. I don't give in when I'm not wrong, and neither will I apologize for a mistake not done by me.

The prick has since very well known that he can't shake me, so now he has resorted to intimidating my staff - bad move dude. I will not keep quiet when anyone threatens or scolds my staff without talking to me first. They work with me, I care for their welfare. Do not step on them!

Now that you have decided to play with fire, I hope you have an insurance policy that is going to cover you against burns. Its either you or my team. May the best man win.

Do not forget, we're both in an American company, not a local one. This is my stronghold, not yours; you have a Japanese background, the rules are different mister.

Bring it on asshole, give me your best shot! 

Don't run when I strike back as there is no place that you can go to seek shelter.

What The F!

Seriously, What the FUCK?!

I'm supposed to be in KL all of next week for a course which I already dread, just by the thought of it. The rush hour traffic and how those people in Kayu Land drive - Aargh!

What got me agitated further was my manager. See, the company I work for has an event, team building if not wrong, in Saturday week. And my course ends on Friday week. So, when I did my travel plans submission, I requested to be booked into a hotel from Monday right through Saturday. 

My plan was rejected by my immediate manager telling me that it's not possible for me to spend the night in KL on Friday as my course finishes on Friday evening while the event only happens on Saturday. Therefore, it is not justified. His suggestion was for me to drive back all the way north back to Penang on Friday evening, only to come back again to KL on Saturday afternoon. Like - What the FUCK?!!

Where is the sense of logic on this? Firstly, I will not subject myself to such levels of stress. Do you know what would be the travel distance that I would do over a period of twenty-four hours? It's like a thousand plus kilometers you moron! Not only would my body take a beating, but my poor Suzi would be exhausted as well, not to mention how I push her to the limits every time I'm on the highway.

And yeah, should you do the maths, you'd realize that it's cheaper for me to spend a night in a hotel rather than to be driving up and down the highway. Call yourself an accountant by qualification. What the FUCK!!

The Mrs.

And I wonder why I still haven't slapped him but still tolerate everything that comes along the way.
I guess that's the friendship we have; getting on each others nerve, in a nice way...

hey dude
what's up?
saw your text
you sent me a text??
saw your online msn text
oh ya...shit happens
wanna share?
yea..would you be in KL this saturday?
most likely..do confirm with me again lansi or not? - kanasai
by when would you know if you'd be around or not?
thursday. i have inventory issues, my production is running out of stock. i might need to go up north, if i can confirm got udang hiding behind the batu here...
oh...when do you plan to come?
will you be free to entertain me? =.= do i look like an entertainer ah??
knowing you mba plan now  wah...eh since when you became so considerate ah??
dude, your welcome anytime. i'll make time for you   biggest mistake a guy could ever do, but no choice, have to be nice, else will kena some more
okay look, i do need a time off now, things at work are dementing my mind. i'm thinking about coming week or next week, that is, if okay with you
this coming weekend??
i was wanting to get off as well
i shall prolly leave saturday afternoon, after work
i need a change of environment as well.. i'm at my limits
okay, so this coming week you're tight right?
i was planning of going down to KL, spend saturday with you if you're free
oh please, i'm dying to leave this place
and then i was thinking of heading south and relaxing for the weekend, maybe include a food trip to malacca
i was at SG a couple of weeks ago, didn't enjoy it
SG is not a place i want to go if i want to wind off...
wedding
worse..lolz
crap
so yea, if you want to come down this weekend
okay, i'll let you know my schedule soon wah, so fast jump on the opportunity. i haven't completed typing as well
i don't want to spend it in PG. i need a change too, we could go somewhere else. away from civilization would be nice
like? Grrr...you never listen to me earlier ah?? i said i want to head south - malacca dude, malacca...the food is calling
i've no idea just yet.... loosing my patience d....but i want to go somewhere i can relax oogling at cute boys would be nice i just need to get away
me too
and i can't get away being in PG
i'm thinking of smoking and drinking at your place
...... aaargh i give up, now i know why married men get stressed more and wish they die sooner compared to single men


Now, I do not know what is going to happen this coming weekend. And I'm frustrated.....Aargh!!!!!

Unhealed Wound

I have so many things in my mind, thing that I want to spill out, but I just don't know where and how to begin. The only thing that is very clear in my mind now is my last conversation with you on the 29th of April 2010, it still feels like it only happen yesterday though it been more than 18 months now. Your last words to me before you decided to disappear, it's not you, it's me, still lingers in my head and no matter how hard I try, I can't get it go.

Hope was I had to pull me through, and when I realized that it was fading away and the pain was too much to bear, I got myself so busy and occupied with work and stuff just so I don't think of you. It wasn't easy but somehow I managed to suppressed the feeling of emptiness within me after you left, so I thought.

Never did I realize that I was just avoiding my true emotions. The last week had been hard on me, really hard with so much to cope and it was at this point that I realized how much do I still miss and love you. I spent last night staring blankly at my ceiling, wishing that you were right next to me or at least be able to hear you as you always comforted me when I needed it and gave me courage and strength when I was weak.

There is so much more I want to write, things that I've been holding up all these while as I need to get it out, but I just don't have the energy to do it now. I can't go on further, I've already got tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm going to take a long drive. I feel broken...

I just am lost for words, something that doesn't happen all that often...

The Value of Silence

I'm just not in the mood today. 

For one, I've got a stupid headache since I woke up this morning, making studying for tomorrow's paper a worse uphill task when no one knows exactly what are the chapters that would be covered. 

In addition, while I was trying to nap this afternoon, my phone was ringing non-stop with people asking me stupid, and when I say stupid, I mean its fucking dumb right stupid questions! Like can't you go figure yourself?! 

Later, when I went for a jog I kind of tripped and just hurt myself, but it wasn't anything serious, thankfully. Though i would not have mind a fractured limb and some extended medical leave as I don't have to go back to work. And speaking about work, since when should you be pressured to make donations for people you never knew existed in the first place? I know i don't work in the main office, but at least show face a bit lah whenever I go down. Now, that when you want help, you indirectly apply pressure for help. This is so stupid, and the level of stupidity for this is the same as when you are forced to share for presents for so called colleagues for their birthdays or other stupid reasons. Like fuck off man! I don't give a rat's ass for my colleagues, you are nine to five only! Get it! It's a different story if we hang out after working hours, then there is more than a colleague relationship. But for those who don't fall in that category. Sorry, but this is how I function. Like it or not, live with it!

And yea, this is what got me to rant today actually, see, seasoning is used sparingly in any kind of cooking. They are generally used to enhance the flavor of the overall dish. And when you use too much of it, the overly present salt and pepper will tend to dominate thus spoiling the natural flavors of the main ingredient itself. To sum, it's used to complement, and not as a stand alone. 

So, at times, you say it best when you say nothing at all....

Ramblings

Overworked, underpaid, tests, assignments, deadlines,lack of sleep, inadequate amounts of Ben 10 and Sponge Bob plus extended droughts make the perfect combination for a break down. The amount of toll I subjected myself too was just unbearable anymore. I could feel my body shutting down and wanting to go into an ultra long hibernate mode. With two tests this week, I just could afford that to happen.

On Sunday evening, I could just feel my entire body tightening up, the muscles were all like beginning to lock itself up and I had to do something about it. So, I called my regular masseur and ask him for an almost immediate appointment,  but unfortunately for me, he wasn't in town. Lucky though, he asked me to contact another friend of his who was available for a session that evening. 

After a massage that felt almost forever, I could feel my body loosening up - finally! The masseur was good, like really seriously damn good. And it was the first time I agreed for an out call massage as I don't normally like strangers coming over -  imagine the anxiety. He worked on my shoulder blades and lower back and every time he asked me if the amount of pressure applied was okay, I was like "I don't feel a thing". This is how bad I was.

After a very relaxing massage, which I wished didn't have to end, I was just chatting with the masseur over some tea that I got from Vietnam the last time around I was there. As we were talking and getting to know each other, he then told me somewhere along the dotted lines that I've got a lot of sexual frustration pent up. And did advice me to channel it properly else I would end up running in circles very often. LOLz!

So here's the thing, firstly, I've told myself no more one night stands - the slut-ing days are way over. Secondly, I don't really like Penang guys though I live here; which means a close to zero probability that I'll hook up with anyone given the benefit that I would forego my stand of no more one night stands. Third, with such a busy schedule, I don't even have that much time left to socialize, how on earth am I going to go out and get lucky. Due to my studies, I'm not in a favorable position to leave this state anytime soon and I don't really want to contemplate the thought of securing a new job. Adaptation would take a while and what if i'm not happy with the new environment, not like the current is any good, but....sigh...

Anyways, I slept like a baby that night, woke up really late yesterday, studied for a while and continued sleeping once more. I woke up just on time to go for my test, had a writing marathon for the test. I mean, who asks for five essay questions to be in answered in two and a half hours? Came back, replied a few emails and slept again.

Now I've to prepare for my finance paper this Thursday. A food trip to Malacca for the weekend seems to be a very sensible idea at this moment.

On another note, my big brother, Calvin, told me that I'm the third person on his roll that is using the date as a title and would very well be the second to use posting number if I decided to do that, I'll therefore go back to non sense making titles 'til I figure out a much lazier option for a title.

Frustrated

I am so bloody frustrated!

Aaaarggh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's like I can't register anything in my head. I just get blank once I close my books and my test is tomorrow. Why can't I register whatever I study?!

In addition to that, I've got so many pending things to do and why can't people understand that if you're on leave, bloody leave the person alone. Why do you approve my leave and then still expect me to support?

It's gotten so bad that I'm getting nightmares every night when I sleep that I'm failing my papers. And it wakes me up in the middle of the night and I can't go back to sleep again for hours. And the fucking weather is so hot that it's only making things worst!

I'm becoming such a bitch and its only mid semester! Aaargh!!!!

11.12.11: Twist Twist

Yesterday was a day filled with a lot of unexpected events.

Firstly, there were like three hot guys at the place where I normally go for my jogs. For a place that's normally filled with uncles, it was such a retreat. 

The first guy who was jogging was such a pleasing eye-candy. Better, he had a tattoo on his right arm. Height to body weight ratio also just nice. Yum! 

The second guy was not as hot as the first guy, but still pleasant to the eye, no body art though. 

Sadly though, these two were jogging in the opposite direction, so it was only limited to a very few precious seconds of treats.

The third guy, had the stamina of a stallion - damn! I could not keep up with him for long.  But the view of  him jogging (more like running) in front of me was hmmm....nice. Gosh I'm sounding like a whore in my head now. I guess it's due to the extended drought. Anyways, I think he was like with some uniform body as he was going and going like an energizer bunny - fit,fast,hot,nice tanned skin: killer combination wei!

Later in the evening, when I was about to get into a very healthy family debate with my grandmother about her daughter, my childhood friend called me at the right time, like it was god sent. The conversation went on something like this:

Hey, whatsup?

Where are you?

Penang lah

Where in Penang?

At home...

What are you doing?

Nothing important

Good, let's go Ferringhi and buy DVD's

Now?? Okay lah...you come fetch me

Okay, I'm two blocks away from your grandma's place. See you in five

Ah? Not so soon lah, I need to change my clothes. Give me ten

No need lah, you won't look any nicer anyways, just come out

=.= 

I'm only wearing my boxers and singlet lah. Cannot go out like this...

KK...hurry up!

K...

Later, in the car while we were driving, she went on with another thing that got me speechless...

Oh ya, my mother said...

Your mother talked about me???

Ya, she said you chose the wrong career...

Huh? Why? What made her say that?

She said you should have considered to become a radio deejay

WHAT??? Why on earth? <almost got heart attack in the car>

She said you have a composed and nice voice over the phone...

Hmm...when did your mom talk to me over the phone ah? <syok sendiri already at this stage, got admirer wei>

The other day when you called my house lah...

Oh, that was your mother ah? I thought was your sister...lolz

=.=

After our DVD shopping, we decided to stop by Straits Quay for a drink before heading home. While deciding which joint to spend my money in and avoiding kids who dress like grown-ups and patronize the place trying to look flashy, I saw this ad at one of the joints offering almost all drinks at RM 11.00 nett in-conjunction with the 11/11/2011. So that made the deciding easier and it was bottled Horgaarden all night long for only eleven bucks per bottle.

While enjoying our drinks with the occasional rain water hitting our faces, depending on the wind direction, I bumped into one of my ex, whose a friend of my friend. She ( yes, I did date girls when I was still not being sure of myself and experimenting) was so annoying, like can't you get over and grow up? It's been so long since we broke up. She was so annoying! What a bitch!

Anyways, when were we almost done with the drinks, another mutual friend of ours called and ask for supper. From Straits Quay all the way to Pekaka just to have nasi lemak with fried chicken at one in the morning. Talk about being unhealthy! 

And we were talking cock all the way until almost four in the morning only to come back and try to sleep when my grandmother woke me up so freaking early as she wanted to go out. Aargh!

I don't have enough sleep and and there is a MOFO is drilling his fucking house non-stop since this morning. It's causing my head to feel like it's about to split open and my grandmother's maid (technically mine) just arrived today and that's a whole day of drama.

I'm really getting nervous and stressed about my test and when I don't have enough sleep, I just get so cranky. Aaaarrrrgh!!!!

11.11.11

Numerology is something really I'm not into.  I could never understand all the hype about special dates where endless amount of couples would queue up to solemnize their weddings. I mean, it's just another day on the calendar. The one thing I do admire on the guys who successfully get their other half (or should I say halves) to agree to such a date is pretty smooth, like how can you then forget your anniversary right? But then again, if you forget, sorry brother, may god have mercy on your poor soul. Even Satan himself would raise a white flag...lolz

Dates being one, the other interesting or fun fact (for me, at least) is the number it self. Like how many people out there actually believe that if you buy a certain numbered house, then you'd be having endless amount of luck. So, all you flers who didn't buy your house or lease one with your lucky number, beware - the robber is going to visit you one of these days.

Car registration plates is interesting too. Some people out there spend thousands on buying a certain number. Okay, I've to admit that I'm somewhat guilty as well here. When i got my current Suzi, I wanted a certain series of  numbers to be reflected on her registration plate, but it wasn't a pre-calculated lucky number. I still remember when I got my first car though, some many years ago, my grandmother's friend was so persistent that I should get my car registration number to be a lucky number. She was so into it that she forced me to follow her to those fortune tellers who not only spoke in some language audible to only a select few, but also sucked a fortune out of me (student days, so any money was a fortune..lolz) and get my series of lucky number. Funny thing is, the lucky number can be negotiated accordingly to what JPJ has to offer. Funny right?! Better still, after going through all the hassle with the priest and paying even more money to JPJ to have that particular registration, my car got crashed into in less than five kilometers away from the showroom. I was like what the fuck?! How can a car with my lucky number be so unlucky??? After that, all the taunters were like this is lucky number, must buy number today. =.= 

Anyhow, since I'm too lazy to always think of the appropriate title for my rants, I an going to give them the posting dates as their titles moving forward. Talk about laziness. Okay, somebody please stop time! I've to study.

Or maybe, I should just inform my lecturers that the dates they chose for the test isn't lucky, we need a later, I mean luckier, date...

Grrrr.....

My brother decided to whatsapp me yesterday and we had such an lovely conversation...

Hellooo bro, how's the engine today? Still steaming or cooled down??

Hahaha...I don't appreciate sarcasm...Lolz

Hahahaha...well, sports model like you are always on the run, a family 4x4 like me has to be there taking the beating and slowing down :) : ) : )

Missing you since I came back!!

Yaya...sponsor me tickets lah, then u can see my face...lolz

When you free lah?? Tell me so I can arrange the tickets for you. Always nice to have you around...

Hahahahaha....after my exams lah; 2nd half of Jan. Biz class tickets can ah??? SQ or EK should be fine, I'm not fussy..lolz

...

So how?? Shall I start planning how I'd be spending my time??

You're not going to spend time chillaxing with me and xxx??

Actually rite, I was thinking, since I know the roads in London better than KL, maybe Prague or Amsterdam would be nicer. I wouldn't mind to settle for Istanbul or even Nairobi :))

Oi!!! Where is my reply lah?? Give me false hope only, now I'm depressed...

I need a holiday. Moscow anyone??

      

      

I should start saving...

Seksualiti Merdeka: Queer Without Fear

I just recently found out that this event has been banned. Apparently there was a collective voice from both the current government and the opposition, especially those championing certain religious believes that their religion is the holiest. 

My message to you: FUCK OFF!!

You talk what is right and what is wrong. Believe in the delusion that you're a saint yet you don't allow the freedom of love. So what do you champion then? Wankers! 

You are the retards that would prefer to see people holding guns and championing violent rather than holding hands and spreading love.

You think you know everything, yet you fail to understand on the basics of genetics and hormonal influences on the human body. You talk about morality through the eyes of religion and religion as defined by you. 

You have no idea how stupid you look and sound like by making statements, comparisons and protesting based on your perception of what you believe or interpret whilst blaming others for your own shortfall. 

The next time around when election is around the corner and you come talk to me about voting for you. I'll give you a reality check in front of your entourage. Let's see if the media then, has the balls then to publish it.

Here is the link for the press statement by the organizers of Seksualiti Merdeka 2011 

Personal Attacks

I'm a believer that everyone is entitled to his opinion. But, whether the opinion is substantial or not is a different story. And not everyone is as crafty as others when it comes to expressing themselves. Some are more direct while others beat around the bush. 

For those who are direct, they tend to normally hurt others as they don't choose their words wisely and normally speak their minds out without thinking much. These are the people who normally don't hold grudges, in my opinion through my experiences.

Communication nowadays is trickier than it used to be. Gone are the good old days when your only source of communicating was picking up the phone and dialing the other party before talking to him, minus the letter writing. Today, more text messages and instant messages are being sent the world over compared to phone calls. And when a printed message is read, its solely on the reader discretion for interpretation. And, It's more often than not misinterpreted. Therefore, it's really a grey area when you say if someone is nasty, being objective, vocal or rude over something. To makes things worse, generation gap complicates the situation a whole lot further.

Nevertheless, to take a personal shot on someone is a very low deed. There are always two sides to a coin and before you label someone, it's best to hear them out. I've come across many instances where personal shots are taken on others, and I myself am guilty at times for doing so. But, I've since learned to try to refrain from doing it. I always try to give someone the benefit of doubt, but there is a limit to everything. And when someone is expressing his views, that's just a matter of understanding, maturity and reader perception. If you don't like, stay away. Don't get personal - it's not cool.

Love vs Romance

A friend sent me this article. It's something I truly believe in, but never thought that there is anyone else out there who thought of the same. I've been told one too many times that I'm not at all romantic and that I need to read up on how to be romantic...

A Touching Story For Married People ~ UnknowN Author

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restless...sness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?” Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes….

My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face…

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ” My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading…

“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread…. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…

By: Sonam D Singh