For Kei and Lip who will be staying in Kuching, this is where you guys will enjoy the Chelsea match….

courtesy of hitz.fm

This is the kind of feeling that i hated most…… leaving my hometown full of hesistation.

I am embarking on a journey that will certainly change my entire life… just come back from a so call “gathering” in De’Crimpson then in Senso with Jia, Lip, Lun, Kei and Lip, phew don’t know when I have to wait for this moment to come again…

In another 2 days, in an Air Asia plane, i will leave Kuching.

I beginning to miss Her already…

UKM is my destination next…… Biomedicine, my course.

I learned to chill…. thankz to my frenz, not getting the course you wanted most doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world

with perseverance i expect, i can too achieve what’s good for my future.

Read thru a frenz’s blog the other day, touched by his story and although i am in the same class with him for the last 2 years, little did i know how small i am.  I thought i can get thru smoothly, that i can outdone anyone in my class……

I was wrong. Someone told me that one shud work hard before exam but not after exam.

Being the odd one out is never a bad sign, but rather a sign of motivation for us to push forward

I hope i can do well in Uni……. that’s all i am asking….

I ran into a stranger as he passed   by,

  "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.   

He said, "Please   excuse me too;

I wasn't watching for you."   

We were very   polite, this stranger and I.    

We went on our   way and we said goodbye.   

But at home a different story is told,  

How we treat our loved ones, young and old.   

Later that day,   cooking the evening meal,

My son stood   beside me very still. 

When I   turned, I nearly knocked him down.

"Move out of the   way," I said with a frown. 

He walked away, his little heart broken.  

I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.   

While I lay awake   in bed,

  God's still small voice came to me and   said,       

"While dealing   with a stranger,

common courtesy

 you use,  

but the family you love, you seem to abuse.   

Go and look on   the kitchen floor,

You'll find some flowers there   by the door. 

Those are   the flowers he brought for you.

He picked them   himself: pink, yellow and blue.   

He stood very quietly not to spoil the   surprise,

you never saw the tears that filled   his little eyes." 

By   this time, I felt very small,

And now my tears   began to fall. 

    I quietly   went and knelt by his bed;

"Wake up, little   one, wake up," I said.   

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"  

He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.   

I picked 'em   because they're pretty like you.

I knew you'd like   'em, especially the blue."   

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted   today;

  I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."  

He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.  

I love you anyway."   

I said, "Son, I love you too,  

and I do like the flowers, especially the blue." 

FAMILY

Are   you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company  

  that we are working for could easily replace us in  

a matter of   days.

  But the family we left behind will feel the   loss

  for the rest of their lives.  

And come to think of it, we pour   ourselves more

into work than into our own   family,

  an unwise investment indeed,  

don't you think?

So what is behind   the story?