I got this email from Bob just few minutes ago! Just few minutes ago I reply Daisy comment about my dad. I have to agree that so many have died before their hair could turn silver! My dad is one of them.

I like to thank Bob for teaching me how to write an email to a beautiful girl some 12 – 14 years ago! (Spend 5 and give me an E! “Isn’t that correct, Bob?”) I love computer and he gave me that opportunity to first hand experience the ultimate dialup service to connect the world! Because of him my pass 6 years life was rewritten when I met a friend over the Internet and that’s how I land a job in Kuala Lumpur as a telesales marketer and become the Unit Sales Manager for the same company. (I lose my job in January 2009 but it’s all good, Life Goes On!)

I like to thank Bob for being a great, adorable, motivator and most importantly the heart to share the experience and opportunity with the less fortunate like myself. (Bob, today I have got 2 PC and an Apple laptop! Hahahha)

I enjoy reading the email sends by Bob!

Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, but not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggyeyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother/father!), but I don’t agonize over those things for long..

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving
family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and lesscritical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.

I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making
my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but
looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be
messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until
4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70’s,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging
body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just
as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken… How can your heart
not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or
even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning
gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep
grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I
like the person I have become . I am not going to live forever, but
while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have
been, or worrying about what will be… And I shall eat dessert every
single day. ( If I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRA IGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!

FRIENDS FOREVER!

Forward this to at least 7 people and see what happens on your
screen …. You will laugh your head off!!!!!!!!!