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Okay...

It's Thursday and and p*ssed me off!!! Everything just don't get in the way I planned. Darn it!!!

That's all!!

Horribly Disappointed...

Do you still remember how he treated you and how he has taken care of you when you’re sick? Has he ever treated you badly even you scolded him unreasonably? Have you ever thought of how terrible you treated him when you think all the things he’s doing are useless? That is only what you think. Do you remember who sold his bike and gave all the money to you just because you wanted to go for that particular trip? Have you ever supported him in all the things he does? Have you ever said a single good word to encourage him to do better in the future?

I really wonder how a parent should response to all the things her child did. Tease him? Scold him? Say all the discouraging words to him? Only treat him good when he’s in good condition? Or change the padlock not letting him come home? Who doesn’t go through tough moments? Who can guarantee that his life will be great all the times? Now you threatened him by changing the padlock just because you want that particular thing and he couldn’t give you immediately? I really wonder what you’re thinking in mind. Have you ever imagined if one day you’re having the same problem and your children treat you this way?

He has never forsaken you nor even thought of it. This is your only son. If this is how you responded, he’s fine with it. I know many people will see and will even understand what I wrote in this post and dislike it. All I can say to them is, I dislike this too and not afraid even if I post this here. I really feel terribly disappointed with a parent behaves like that. If that is what you called care, talk to my foot!! He kept quiet doesn’t mean he agreed with what you did and what you said. It hurts so much and I find it so hard to forget. It hurts so much to hear those words from the closest and loved one. Living with people like that I rather living alone without your, so called, CARE!!

My Over Ten Years Greatest Fear

I visited Edmund's blog today. It's also my first time visited his blog after a year. As I was reading his blog I noticed a post posted on February 14th. I cried because it reminded me a similar case that happened to my youngest sister over 10 years ago. If I'm not mistaken it was also a dinner during CNY when I was still in primary school. It was a dinner in a restaurant in Klang. I still remember that time my family asked me to bring my sister to the washroom. My sister was walking ahead of me and I tried my best to reach her. When we're about to reach the washroom, we past by a counter nearby the kitchen of that restaurant where they delivered the food. There was a waitress holding a big bowl of "Loh Mee" just freshly cooked and brought out from the kitchen. My sister was shocked as the waitress turned around. The "Loh Mee" paste poured on my sister's clothes. I stood there and couldn't think of anything. My sister screamed and cried like never before. Now when I recalled that, I wonder why all the adults around me were so stupid to see the two little girls standing there - one was shocked to see the incident and the other was holding herself so tightly on her body and screaming until my parents came to us but it's all too late to blame anyone. My dad was so angry with them but could do nothing. Thank God there's a clinic just right beside the restaurant and she went there for first aid. I was so sad to see this little girl crying so hard. After the first aid they doctor told us that all the six layers of her skin was burnt and it will take along time to recover. The wound was as big as a roti planta. It was all burnt and could see the watery flesh on the wound. For almost a year my sister couldn't wear any shirts because it's so painful. For almost a year my dad, myself and the other sister brought her to the clinic everyday to get treatment. Such a pitiful incident happened to my youngest sister that I wouldn't forget. It's such a nightmare to me as if it's happened yesterday. My eyes full with tears because it's so scary and it makes my hands shivering while typing this. But thank God she's now fully recovered with no scars on her body. Thank God for what He's done to this little girl when she was sufferring with the pain.

Deadly-live

Typed-deleted. Typed-deleted. Typed and deleted. Why is it so hard for me to write these days? Is it because I have nothing to write or there is something that I don't want let other people know? Why when I'm happy I won't think about what I've done and wrire them down but when I'm lost I will slowly pick up my pen and start to write. I noticed that the last time I wrote in my diary was in June 2006. The other thing I noticed was, all I wrote about were my disappointments and sadness. When I feel like dropping a few words to record some of my happiness I couldn't think of anything. My management is so terrible. Where did I keep my happiness?? There are many things just can't get my attentions and even if they did, I condemned. Suddenly I feel that my life is ......!!! What on earth am I doing? I'm clearly know that I'm not here to condemned or to judge. I'm clearly know what I won't be right all the times but I just want to fight for myself and don't want to humble myself and admit that I was wrong. Duhhh!! I feel so guilty when there were so many people get hurt when I behaved like that. I'm so sorry about that. Truly sorry... :(

Mom Song

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Yamaha, Suzuki, Honda.... Harley

I don't know how many of you seen this before. But it's funny when my friend showed this to me.

Enjoy!!!

Gambling is disaster, is hurting...

When we reached this house, everyone was there chit-chatting, gambling and enjoying themselves. Nothing was bothering me in this house but I just don't feel good. Just as I reached this house, I felt uneasy. Why must everyone gamble during CNY? An hour later was the most important moment for the hokkien - bai tian gong. This is not something new to me because my family used to do that before my grandma's pass away. But of course I don't feel comfortable at that moment so I sat in the living and watched tv. After all the ceremony there was this uncle (the banker) called for gambling. Uncle was happy with it because it's "one year once". So everybody joined. An hour later, there was an incident happened. I'm not sure how it started it started. But what I heard was the banker loses 5-6 times double-pay to one of the player. It's RM20 = RM40 each time (double-pay). Then when the player loses RM10 to the banker suddenly got so angry saying he played foul and wanted to beat him up. What the! How can this be? It was so near to my friends and myself. What if one of us got whacked by him? I got so angry but pretended like normal in front of them. Yes, he was drunk and loses more than RM 1k to everybody and so what? He was the one who started it and they can play how much they want to. I really wonder what's in their minds. Shouldn't worshipping make them feel peace? Who and what are they praying to? Shouldn't they think before they start playing and fighting? I really don't feel a bit pitiful to that uncle at all...