
March is almost over, that is, one quarter of the year is almost over. My, my, how time flies. Some events this week have been somehow memorable:
The first being asked what is the equivalent word of counterparty in Malay? Scratch head… uh.. don’t know! Asked a few Malay colleagues also they don’t know. Reckon it is kaunterparti, but don’t know’leh!

“Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.”
Yaada, yaada, yaada, yaada, yaada……
I first heard Leanne Rimes singing it in one of her CDs a while back and was captivated, but understand that it’s originally a Bette Midler song. Very nice words and tune. Leanne Rimes’ powerful country style suited this song to a T!