Hold my hand

Every time when an elderly couple seen walking together, holding each other's hand, most would stop and say "Oh! So sweet!" or "Maybe they became a couple just recently."Is it to most, their expectation is that, when couples reach that ripe age, they were suppose to grow apart?

Someone once told me that when she is interested in a guy, she could not see other guys that is around her except for him. Once he is her steady boyfriend, she began to notice that other guys are far much better than him. Guess once she discovered all his strength and weaknesses, she focus on his weaknesses, and other guys seems to be better now.

Perhaps this is what makes couples grew apart, the longer they stay together, the more they see their differences. Oh, I had seen married couples, not only grew apart, but starts to hate each other. Wasn't she / he your first choice, those days, when you have so many to choose from? In the end it would lead to divorce.

I find that a lot of Asians, as they grow old, think that it is a bad thing to show their love and affections to their spouse in public, especially when their children are around. What is so wrong about giving your spouse a kiss or a hug or hold hands in front of your children.

There was a time when hubby and I was lying around in bed, side by side, watching t.v in my room and my 13 year old passed by. He stopped, looked at both of us and said, "Do two of you have to be so romantic?" Hah hah. That was funny, to both of us, then. Maybe he too, after so many t.v dramas and movies, thinks that as parents grow old, they aren't suppose to do things together.

I would say, if you really want to stay as a couple, happily for ever, accept each others differences. Act and think like a conjoined twins. Even twins have their differences. They only look alike, don't really think alike. A couple of arguments and disagreements is healthy between anyone. Don't make it a big deal and never try to change the other person.

Thanks for reading and hope, hand in hand, we make it work, happily ever after.

Sharing means caring?!?

I was listening to the radio the other day and they were talking about mistresses. Most people's perception were mistress is someone who is hot, sexy and most of the time way much younger and better looking than the wife. Most female caller mentioned that if it happens to them, they are not willing to share their man.

This reminds me of a classmate of mine in my teen years. She stays quite near my house and very often for school projects etc, me and some classmates would hang out at her place. She is an only child, staying with her mum in a double storey house. We rarely get to see her dad. Her mum has an intimidating face but she is very nice to us when ever we visits.

One day, at her house, as we were searching for photos for school projects, we came across a photo of a man blowing candles from a birthday cake with 2 ladies standing by his side. One lady was kissing his left cheek and the other lady kissing his right cheek. We recognized the lady on the left as her mum, the man, her dad and she told us the other lady is her dad's wife.

Both ladies look about the same age, not only are they not good looking, both had a fierce looking face. Anyway, all three looks happy in that photo. There were few more photos taken with all of them having dinner, including the wife's 2 other children. My classmate don't seems to mind telling us about all these. She is also quite close to her elder half brother and sister.

Her dad really took good care of both wifes and all his children. Both wifes are staying in double storey houses at separate location, he sends all his children oversea to further their studies and both wifes are housewife.

I wonder what was the wife's first reaction when she found out about my friend's mum. Her dad must possess a lot of charm to be able to get his wife and children to accept his mistress. Long time ago in China, a man's success was measured by his wealth and number of wifes and children he has. During those days, all the wifes and children stays in the same house and more often then not, the wifes always allows the husband to have more than a wife. Maybe they have no choice but to follow the customs.

But in this century, when I hear stories about wife and mistress eating at the same table, it is very odd. Sharing your man openly now a days makes the female feels like her man does not respect her as a wife. Don't you think so?

Thanks for reading anyway. Just some tales that I think is worth sharing. If the above did ever happen to you (touch wood, hope not) would you mind sharing your man?

Fall in love again

The latest song that keeps ringing in my ears lately is Jason Castro's "Fall In Love Again". This song never fails to bring a smile to me. It brings back those sweet memories, those days when I was falling in love. Just like the lyrics, I don't mind falling in love with hubby again.

Those lovely feelings and sweet moments. Those days when we just met and think that he is staring at times, those curious moments, those days when I can't wait to find out if he is really interested or is it just me. Those waiting moments really kills me. Wanted so much to know but don't have the guts to ask or find out. When others start noticing too and start asking me if it is true, I sense that it could be 20 percent true.

Then he asked me out on a date, just the two of us, it is like I was given the 50 percent assurance that it is going to come true. I was in dreamland that day and didn't really pay attention to what movie we were watching. My heart wasn't beating normally and my head feels like I am floating in mid air. Hubby could still remember that movie till today and when the rerun of that movie was on t.v he would ask me if I could remember that show and I always said no.

The magic moment happened after the show when he hold my hand while we were crossing the road. My heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment. I just follow where ever he goes and didn't really know if I was walking or floating. No more guessing. Felt the relief. Now it is 100 percent sure that he is mine.

When he hold my hand or put his arms around me when we were with friends, I knew then that he was proud to have me and can't wait to show me off to others that I, now, belongs to him. Fun to watch the faces of our friends at that moment. They look so surprise and at the same time happy for us. There were faces that weren't please but they can't do anything any more. The competition ends here.

Even after so many years, sometimes when we were at the mall, walking with my two teenage sons, he would hold my hand and called out to his sons and said, "Look! I am holding mummy's hand!" and his sons will turn and give him that "So?!?!?" kinda look. He is always so funny and loving. My big cute huggable teddy bear.

Thanks for reading and hope you have sweet moments like mine too. Fall in love again with your other half from time to time. Renew that magic moments.

Wedding Ring

As I was blog hopping last week, I came across a post about Diamonds being the wedding ring. The blogger mentioned that why should a wedding ring be a diamond ring. It doesn't really show anything except that he could afford it. It makes me wonder too as to how far back that diamonds were taken as the wedding ring. It is universal, right? Most of the time when someone propose, it is mostly with a diamond ring. It is like other rings are good only as a casual gift, and not during a proposal.

When I and hubby were dating and decided to tie the knot, the first thing that came to my mind was to get a diamond ring. I got one, that is of cause, within hubby's budget. Wouldn't want to get him into debts.

Could it be that diamonds are forever, and it symbolize that the marriage would last forever like diamonds, no doubt that it might not be the case for some. Maybe diamonds were girls best friend, and wouldn't we want our best friend to be at our wedding. I have yet to come across a girl that dislike diamonds.

In a more materialistic manner, when a guy could afford a diamond ring as a wedding ring, doesn't that shows that he is capable of providing for you and your future generation to come. Like those cavemen stories I had heard, a cave women will only stay with the cavemen that is capable of hunting, natural survival skills. However, that would be the old school of thoughts. Now a days there are men who stay home as house husband and the wife be the provider. As long as they both agreed to it and are happy about it.

Well, some would say that it is just a ring, why all the fuss. Not to some. Not all of us get to get married so many times like Elizabeth Taylor, so it is important that we get a diamond ring as a wedding ring. At least we have something dear to hold on to, to remind us of that auspicious day regardless of whether the marriage last or not.

Gals, would you settle for just about any ring or that it has to be diamond? Guys, would you save up to get one for that special occasion or anything will do? What ever it is don't get yourself to be too heavy in debts just for a ring. Thanks for reading and hope you have a nice weekend ahead.

Male chauvinism

Before mum met dad, she was dating another boy. One fine day as both of them were watching t.v at mum's place, it started to rain. Mum ran out to collect those clothes that were left out to dry. There were so many so she called out to her boy friend for help. He proudly told mum that these are jobs for females only. She got so mad that she broke of with him. My dad on the other hand was a very helpful lad. He helps mum in washing, cleaning, folding clothes etc.

When mum told me this story I told her I was glad to be born in this century where most guys that I know does help around the house. Her ex-boyfriend could be the last of it's kind. Little did I know that this kind still exist till today.

I had a neighbor who both husband and wife are illiterate. Not sure if they were not given a chance to attend school or they did attend school but wasted their time there. Hubby and I rarely talk to them. We only get to chat with them during weddings or gathering around the neighborhood. I don't recall I ever offended my neighbors.

One fine day, this neighbor of mine, the husband, came knocking on my door asking for my husband. I told him, hubby was in the toilet and ask if I could be of any assistant to him. He show me a letter saying that he just received a letter from the bank and he can't read. I took the letter from him and before I could read it hubby came in to say hello. Straight away he snatched the letter from my hand and pass it to hubby.

The second time when he show me his male ego was when our housing area decided to employ guards at the main entrance due to a lot of robberies lately. He was somehow being appointed as one of the committee member. Every time when there is a meeting, he need to inform all the neighbors. When ever he knock on my door and happen that I am the one answering it, he hesitate to tell me about the meeting. He just ask when will hubby be back. He don't mind coming back to my house later.

He does that to all the females around my neighborhood. The worst part is during gathering etc he finds it difficult to look a female in the eye when having a conversation. He still has that mentality that females of the house are not suppose to make decisions and not to have the last say in a conversation or argument.

To all my single friends out there, beware of this species of males. They still exist. This neighbor of mine has two sons and a daughter. Hopefully his sons does not follow his foot steps.

Thanks for reading and hope that all men around the world now are caring and loving and most importantly they respect females like another human being and not treat females as second class people or worst, as their slaves.

Keep you hands off please.

During my younger days, I used to hang out with a bunch of single young people. Every now and then, we would organize trips, visit places, go for movies or check out new restaurant etc. Guess that's what all young people do , right, even now, at this century?

There was this girl in our group, when ever she talks to guys, she would change the tone of her voice and she just can't keep her hands to herself. She has to either pinch him, play with his hair, rub his shoulder or chest or sit on his lap.

Few months later, some of those singles in our group became couples. She, too, got serious with one of the boy in our group. Old habit die hard, when ever she talks to guys, especially those in our group, she still couldn't keep her hands to herself. Her boyfriend don't seems to mind or just pretending not too, I am not sure which, but the girls who's boyfriends she is talking to, are not too pleased.

Very soon couples starts avoiding her. The following trips that we organized, she was not on the list any more. Sometime I felt pity for her but what can I do. Girls find her "cheap" and boys find her "easy". Maybe she finds it adorable. Well, I will never know and don't intend to find out either.

Last heard, she was married to that boyfriend of hers and had a son. Wonder if she still have that habit of hers. Like the saying goes, every group there is always a black sheep. In this case a flirtatious one. Those gals out there who has the same habit, please go find a cure or you might start losing your girlfriends.

Thanks for reading. Just want to get it off my chest. Have a nice week ahead to all my readers.

What does he sees in me?

I remembered I got my first love letter when I was only 9 from this boy who is from my class. Till now I am still not sure what he sees in me. I was really skinny and very tall, practically the tallest girl in my class. I am not a class monitor nor a prefect and not even popular in school. I was a nobody then. He was very short for a boy, much shorter than me.

He would get my girlfriends to pass love letters to me during recess time at the canteen and he would watch from the second floor of our school building. I would take it and throw it into the dumpster. I was too young to know how to tell him politely that he is not my type. He kept passing more letters through friends and I keep avoiding. Anyway, he never got the guts to walk up to me and express his feelings. I was prepared to tell him no if he ever did.

During the Chinese New Year the next year, he took his kid sister and walk to my house and knock on my door without being invited. Mum opened the door and invited him in not knowing that he is the last person I would want to see. Wonder how he knows where I was staying, gosh, he had turn to a stalker now. We all just sat there and eat cookies.

My family had to move, that was my last year in that school. Actually I start schooling there for only 2 years. We moved a lot that time. Never heard from him since.

Now I am married with 2 boys and guess where I am staying now? Just few miles from my old school. Sometimes when we pass that area, I would tell my sons this story. Well at least I have one more tale to share with my sons, niece, nephews and you.

I do wonder if he ever grew taller? How does he look like now? Don't think I would recognize him if I ever were to bump into him. I also wonder if I were to continue my study there, when would he have the guts to come up to me and say something and what would he say. Do you have any childhood memories like this to share?

Thanks for reading about my schooldays memories. Have a nice weekend to all.

Grandma's love story

Grandma came from China with her dad and step-mum. Those days they thought Malaysia was a rich land. All who came will be rich in no time. Didn't take them long to realize, no doubt, the land was rich but not all who work here were. Her dad work very hard trying to make ends meet. By the time grandma was in her early teens, her step-mum had three kids of her own to care for. So they decided to lessen their burden by marrying off grandma, who was only 13 at that time, to a man in his 30s. He had never been married before.

The man she married was a tailor and had a shop of his own. He was such a gentleman that he and grandma slept in separate rooms for the first few years. He claims that he doesn't want to frighten her off. That first few years, they had a father and daughter relationship instead of a husband and wife.

Every morning he would cook, does house work and off he goes to work in his shop. Grandma, on the other hand, had breakfast and later of the day goes out to play with the kids in the neighborhood. When it is meal time again, she would return home to eat and out she go to play. Sometime she would help around the shop.

Mum was conceived when grandma was 16, if I remember the age correctly. Few years later grandma got pregnant again. During her second pregnancy, her husband became very ill and passed away when he was only in his late 40s.

Grandma was devastated at that time. She had never been to school, she was quite illiterate. The only word she could write was her name and the number zero to ten. She can't sew, so the shop was of no use to her either. It seems like it was a small shop and don't worth much either.

She knew there is no way she could support 2 kids as a single mum. Left her with no choice but to give up the unborn child for adoption. She manage to find a childless couple, from the same neighborhood, who is willing to pay her some money to adopt.

Grandma used to tell us how she only manage to spend a night with her second daughter, the night she was born. After that, she never get to see her again. She kept the shirt that her new born wore on the first day, never dare to wash it for fear of losing that lovely baby scent. Every night, for the first few months, she would hold that shirt, sniffs it and cry herself to sleep.

I am not sure if this counts as a love story, because I am not sure if she had ever loved her husband. She did respect him and were grateful that he treats her very well. Guess not all love story ends with a "happily ever after", but I hope mine and yours do. Thanks for reading and have a lovely day.

Dating Stories

One of my girlfriend told me that her sister eats very little when she is on a date. The minute she reach home, she would ransack the kitchen for food. Wonder why she would want to torture herself like that.

There was this guy, on one of his date, told his girlfriend not to scold him or reprimand him in front of his friends. Not sure if she had ever did that before but she felt offended.

I have also read about this guy who wrote his mission statement on an A4 size paper in bold and stick it on his fridge. He wrote about his plan for his future, short term and long term goals. He would bring his date home and have her look at it. If she thinks that she could live with those goals, they will then go for a second date.

Personally, to me, just be yourself and enjoy your date. Let the other person see your true colors and see if he or she likes you. No point pretending to be someone you are not. Unless if you are a damn good actor, it would be uncomfortable to be someone you are not. I know I would.

If he or she doesn't call back after the first date, don't have to blame yourself. Maybe you are just not his or her type, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. If you don't go on a date you too, will never find out if he or she is your type. Take it as an experience. That way you will have a lot to tell your children or grand children.

I love listening to real love stories from old folks, especially from my grandma, my mum and my mother in law. Guys rarely tell stuffs like this. Well at least I have yet to get a love story that touches me from a guy.

Perhaps I could share some of them in my future post. Write it down as a guide for youngster. There is always something to learn from every story. It might not be as exciting as "Twilight" but it is a true love story.

Thanks for reading and I wish you all a lovely and colorful week a head.

Wedding Night

Once you have found your Mr or Miss Right, better tell him or her the whole truth about yourself. Don't lie. Actually, you should start telling the truth even on the very first date. Let the other person like you for who you are and not who you pretend to be.

This reminds me of a story I heard from my mom's friend many years ago. There was these couple who had been dating for years. At last they decided to get married. On the wedding night, the wife said she needs to take a bath, freshen up, before bed. After she was done, the husband said, he too, better freshen up first.

The minute he steps in the bathroom, he notice a glass by the sink. Later after his bath, he thought it would be better to brush his teeth too. Then he realized there was a set of denture in the glass. He freaks out and left the house.

The first time I heard it, it sounds hilarious. Maybe it was the way the lady told the story. She was laughing all the way till she had tears in her eyes. Come to think of it, pity the new bride. She shouldn't had lied in the first place, or at least hint to him while they were still dating.

Guess he finds it difficult to kiss a lady with no teeth or maybe the sight of false teeth soaking in a glass of water disgust him. Personally, I find the sight of denture in water disgusting too. I don't think I could kiss anyone with no teeth either, other than babies.

Both my husband and I had some bad teeth too but instead of false teeth, we choose crowning. At least, our so called false teeth, stays in our mouth at all time. Now only I understand why my parents keep emphasizing on taking care of our teeth when we where young.

Well, now we know that teeth could cause so much trouble to a person. Thanks for reading and take good care of your teeth.

What "ball" are you.

I got this from a show. It says that when a girl is in her twenties, she is like a football. So many people running after one ball. When she is in her thirties, she is like a basketball. Now less people running after one ball. Once she is above forty, she is like a tennis ball. You can have her. No, you can have her. The ball being pass between the two.

I was watching The Oprah Show the other day. She was introducing Steve Harvey's book called "Act like a Lady, Think like a Man." The book was about what women should know about men, how they think, how women should react etc. This should be the book for all those who are still single out there.

I used to think that there is always that someone for everyone out there. Among my relatives and friends, there are about 6 females age between 40 to 60 who is still single. No offense gals, I am just curious as to what really happen. Have they ever dated? Too choosy? Set their standard too high? Too successful therefore too intimidating for men?

Sometime I do wonder, if now, in my 40's, I am still single, would I be desperate like some of those mentioned in the show? Guess I am among those lucky few who found my soul mate so early. I got married in my mid twenties. Still happily married with two lovely teenage sons. Exactly what I wish for when I was in my teens. I am really really grateful that my fairy tale did end with "and they live happily ever after."

Just got me thinking after watching the show and felt that I would want to share my thoughts with you. Thanks for reading.