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.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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... :(
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!!!
