** 50% Deposit must be paid when booking is made and full payment to be made 1 week prior to Departure.
Contact Person :- Sharminii / Helen (03-62573126)
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
4D3N Bangkok Grand Escape Holiday (BKK-43)
** 50% Deposit must be paid when booking is made and full payment to be made 1 week prior to Departure.
Contact Person :- Sharminii / Helen (03-62573126)
5D4N Bangkok Grand Escape Holiday (BKK-54)
** 50% Deposit must be paid when booking is made and full payment to be made 1 week prior to Departure.
Contact Person :- Sharminii / Helen (03-62573126)
4D3N Bangkok/Pattaya Grand Escape Holiday (BKKPTY-43)
** 50% Deposit must be paid when booking is made and full payment to be made 1 week prior to Departure.
Contact Person :- Sharminii / Helen (03-62573126)
3D2N Bangkok Grand Escape Holiday (BKK-32B)
** 50% Deposit must be paid when booking is made and full payment to be made 1 week prior to Departure.
Contact Person :- Sharminii / Helen (03-62573126)
Website- www.saitours.com.my
3D2N Bangkok Grand Escape Holiday (BKK-32A)
This Tour is only Valid from 3rd of January- 31st of January 2011
** 50% Deposit must be paid when booking is made and full payment to be made 1 week prior to Departure.
Contact Person :- Sharminii / Helen (03-62573126)
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
It's you that i want...
Have you heard a guy or girl tell you " i can only be myself when I'm with you"???
I have...
This guy who would just show all his bad side's when he is with me...
He may share his stories with his friends..
But definitely not his bad sight...
When a guy or a girl is comfortable in sharing that..
Then that probably means he loves you.. and is willing to share his life with you
But if he doesn't.. and still feel not comfortable in being himself..
Then we gotta just walk off and say.."maybe you are just not mine" and move on...
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Jelly fish
Art by Dunno who...
This close??
NO???
I touched it ler...
Yeah, some said they will give you this "electric shock"..
Some said hand will be itchy after touching....
But we were so lucky that it did not hurt us...
LUCKY us....
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
WHY?
Some who reads my blog might just ask WHY from NUFF to ADVERTLETS??
Erm... since my other two blog is using NUFF, i was just thinking about trying out the other 1 here..
So that it... neway do read my blogs more often.. thank you...
Erm... since my other two blog is using NUFF, i was just thinking about trying out the other 1 here..
So that it... neway do read my blogs more often.. thank you...
Friday, February 5, 2010
Words
The most selfish one letter word..."I“ ...
Avoid it.
The most satisfying two-letter word... "WE“...
Use it.
The most poisonous three-letter word... "EGO" ...
Kill it.
The most used four-letter word... "LOVE“...
Value it.
The most pleasing five-letter word... "SMILE“...
Keep it.
The fastest spreading six-letter word... "RUMOUR“...
Ignore it.
The hard working seven-letter... "SUCCESS“...
Achieve it.
The most enviable eight-letter word...JEALOUSY“...
Distance it.
The most powerful nine-letter word.... “KNOWLEDGE“...
Acquire it.
The most Divine ten-letter word... “FRIENDSHIP“...
Maintain it.
The most satisfying two-letter word... "WE“...
Use it.
The most poisonous three-letter word... "EGO" ...
Kill it.
The most used four-letter word... "LOVE“...
Value it.
The most pleasing five-letter word... "SMILE“...
Keep it.
The fastest spreading six-letter word... "RUMOUR“...
Ignore it.
The hard working seven-letter... "SUCCESS“...
Achieve it.
The most enviable eight-letter word...JEALOUSY“...
Distance it.
The most powerful nine-letter word.... “KNOWLEDGE“...
Acquire it.
The most Divine ten-letter word... “FRIENDSHIP“...
Maintain it.
** e-mail
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Piano.. touching story...
Something worth reading...
Always love and respect those around us when they are still AROUND!!...
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines,Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years.
Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.
So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavour. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play some day." But it seemed hope-less. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue some-thing else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing.
"Miss Hondorf .... I've just got to play!" he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.
The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain closer."
Well the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed.Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an egg-beater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo.. .from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well be people of his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy.
"I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? "
Through the microphone, Robby explained: "Well Miss Hondorf . . . remember I told you my mom was sick?
Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigyof Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he who taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.
** taken from an e-mail
Always love and respect those around us when they are still AROUND!!...
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines,Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years.
Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.
So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavour. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play some day." But it seemed hope-less. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue some-thing else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing.
"Miss Hondorf .... I've just got to play!" he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.
The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain closer."
Well the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed.Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an egg-beater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo.. .from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well be people of his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy.
"I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? "
Through the microphone, Robby explained: "Well Miss Hondorf . . . remember I told you my mom was sick?
Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigyof Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he who taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.
** taken from an e-mail
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Everything will be for good cause
Why do you worry without cause?
Whom do you fear without reason?
Who can kill you?
The soul is neither born, nor does it die.
Whatever happened,
happened for the good.
Whatever is happening,
is happening for the good.
Whatever will happen,
will also happen for the good only.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Do we pray to the same GOD or what?
Many religion in a country / world.
Many people think that Chinese, Malay, Indian, Sikh, Christian pray to different god,(please forgive if i did not mention other religions)
BUT are we really praying to MANY god or ONE god?
From what all the SAINTs (all race/religion) whom have sat down and meditate,
they say they only see 1 god.
You can be and INDIAN and pray to many god which we see in the temple,
but there is 1 god up there which we cannot see.
The chinese pray to the gods in the tokong, aren't they almost the same to the INDIAN gods?
Kuan Yin is know as Mariamman
Shu Wu Kong is know as Hanuman.
and many other god which is almost the same.
Even all this god, pray to the 1 god up there.
which WE, do not see, do not know.
So what if you are an INDIAN?
So what if you are a CHINESE?
So what if you are a CHRISTIAN?
So what if you are a MALAYS?
What is so great?
You are only great when i look at you.
You physical. The color of you body.
The race/religion which is stated on your birth certificate.
You know who you are, because of what your parents told you.
Just imagine being borned in a Chinese family but your color is dark.
When you walk in the street, people will claim you as INDIAN.
So tell me- NO, tell YOURSELF, are we suppose to differentiate ourself just because of skin color?
birth certificate?
Think for yourself, being close minded is so sad. you don't get to do this, you don't get to do that.
WHAT IS LIFE?
LEARN to respect other.
what is wrong in respecting?
Do you die just because you respect?
A person with a big HEART, is like having big WEALTH...
We are all god's children.. do not belittle the other person
GOD IS ONE AND ONE IS GOD
Many people think that Chinese, Malay, Indian, Sikh, Christian pray to different god,(please forgive if i did not mention other religions)
BUT are we really praying to MANY god or ONE god?
From what all the SAINTs (all race/religion) whom have sat down and meditate,
they say they only see 1 god.
You can be and INDIAN and pray to many god which we see in the temple,
but there is 1 god up there which we cannot see.
The chinese pray to the gods in the tokong, aren't they almost the same to the INDIAN gods?
Kuan Yin is know as Mariamman
Shu Wu Kong is know as Hanuman.
and many other god which is almost the same.
Even all this god, pray to the 1 god up there.
which WE, do not see, do not know.
So what if you are an INDIAN?
So what if you are a CHINESE?
So what if you are a CHRISTIAN?
So what if you are a MALAYS?
What is so great?
You are only great when i look at you.
You physical. The color of you body.
The race/religion which is stated on your birth certificate.
You know who you are, because of what your parents told you.
Just imagine being borned in a Chinese family but your color is dark.
When you walk in the street, people will claim you as INDIAN.
So tell me- NO, tell YOURSELF, are we suppose to differentiate ourself just because of skin color?
birth certificate?
Think for yourself, being close minded is so sad. you don't get to do this, you don't get to do that.
WHAT IS LIFE?
LEARN to respect other.
what is wrong in respecting?
Do you die just because you respect?
A person with a big HEART, is like having big WEALTH...
We are all god's children.. do not belittle the other person
GOD IS ONE AND ONE IS GOD
Friday, January 22, 2010
10 Commandments
The 10 commandments come from Exodus 20:1-17. Here is the verse:
- You shall have no other gods before me.
- You shall not make for yourself any carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; you shall not bow down to them nor serve them. For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and fourth generations of those who hate me, but showing mercy to thousands, to those who love ME and keep My commandments.
- You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes His name in vain.
- Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord your God. In it you shall do no work: you, nor your son, nor your daughter, nor your manservant, nor your maidservant, nor your cattle, nor your stranger who is within your gates. For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and hallowed it.
- Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.
- You shall not murder.
- You shall not commit adultery.
- You shall not steal.
- You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.
- You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor’s.
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