One Eyed... (Cherish your mum and dad)

I have received this story from one of my good friend, thought is really touching (I cried ok?),
hope to share with all of you too...
Cherish your Mum. (All Mother loves their children, you are
the gem in her eyes, same to your Father's eyes too)

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My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment...

She cooked for students & teachers...to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me?
I threw her a hateful look and ran out.

The next day at school... "Your mom only has one eye?!?!"...eeeee said a friend. I wished my mom would just disappear from this world. So I said to my mom,

"Mom... Why don't you have the other eye?! If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!"
My mom did not respond...
I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think
that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time...
Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night... I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me.
I took a look at her, and then turned away, because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart.
Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.
So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful. Then I studied real hard.

I left my mother and went to Singapore to study. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own.
Then I had kids, too... Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom. This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when...What?! Who's this?! It was my mother...Still with her one eye. I felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.
Even my children ran away, scared of my mom's eye. And I asked her, "Who are you?!" "I don't know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. I screamed at her,
"How dare you come to my house and scare my children! "GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,"and she disappeared out of sight. Thank goodness... She doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved.
I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.

Then a wave of relief came upon me...

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to
my house in Singapore. So, lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...
Just out of curiosity There, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... It was a letter to me.
"My son... I think my life has been long enough now...
And... I wont visit Singapore anymore... But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much.. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming
for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school, for you...
And I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.

You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mom, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... So I gave you mine...
I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
I was never upset at you for anything you did.. The couple times that you were angry with me..
I thought to myself, 'It's because he loves me..' My son... Oh, my son... "

Pause a moment and consider your life! Be thankful of what you have today compared to many millions who do not live lives as you do! Do spend some time in prayer for your mum
out there!

(You can never repay her kindness when she is gone forever)

No Topic? Anyhow How Create A Topic?!

I really admire those bloggers that can everyday post their entry in their
blogs. Which I barely got time to pang sai, they have already completed with 2000 words of their "essay". Sometime, I just wonder are they really writing the true stories in their blog?




In this Blogger's Society (Wah... Society uh... sounded like gangsters kekeke) there are 4 types of bloggers.



1st type) They write true stories and real experiences of their life.



2nd type) Topic are copy from others infamous bloggers and edit here & there and make it as their own topic.



3rd type) No such incidents took place, is all by their good imagination, which make them a very good writer.



4th type) This kind of person whom I called them as "Fire-Starter", no topic for today, die die also must find one, ended up those friends,
neighbours and even animals got "arrows". They can anyhow create a "disastrous" on that poor victim to squeeze a CB topic in their blog .

It is wrong to comment someone's blog? One of my pal has posted this in
her blog which I find it quite hilarious!
"I've said many times... If you cannot stand her then do not go to her blog lah!"
LOL, isn't she cute? If we don't visit that his/her blog how we know that he/she is so sickening?

Just like one of the blogger mentioned in her blog, Harry Potter the Goblet of fire is sucks! If we don't go and watch the moive, how can we really be sure that the show is nice or sucks?


Is it really wrong to comment about someone's blog? And is it a must that he/she ONLY can receive good comments on their blogs? If is wrong to comment, and why are there still this icon "comments" at your blog entry? **doubts**

Supernatural Power

Just got my hair-cut done... Stylo siah~ kekeke...
and also got my ears pierce again~ in my life I have pierce my body, ears and nose more than 15 times... sometime I just wonder am I "Body piercing" worshipper
or am I just enjoying the process of being "poke", like those Indian celebrate Deepavali, but don't ask me to step on those hot coal. thank you!

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Last week, Class 95 has a particular topic to talk about, "if you were to
gift a supernatural power, what will you want to have?" Hmm... Invisible man? Wonder woman? Spiderman?
if I really given a supernatural power, I definitely, don't want to be someone
that can forecast future. Afraid later, people come to me and ask me give for 4D numbers just like Loyang Dua Peh Gong.
I also don't want to be someone who can fly around. cos' I fear of heights.

Maybe to be someone that can read someone mind. So
that, I will really learn to put myself to others shoe.
Sometime, I will have this funny thought... Serene and I used to shopping at
Orchard, when we see other couples we will start to perform a "play".
Acting the roles that the couple holds. LOL... Although the couple didn't utter
a word, but Serene and I were so tacit that we can act out as the couple thinking in mind.. our imagination were also run wild...

If I really given such power. I am just a X-ray... that can see through minds. (Mind is enough no X-raying through clothing...) Erm.....WOW~~~~Ma Ta Chu (Police Station) must hire me to catch the murderer, thief, etc....

If you given a gift to have one supernatural power what
will you want to have?JJJJJJJJ

My Turn?????? Wedding???!!!!

Seeing time passed by bit by bits. My Monday blues grow heavier every single minute. The pass few days I have been very "hardworking" doing exercise, hope to lose out those tires at my tummy. I have check out the BMI it say that I am underweight! #*&@&*^#@
How could it be possible? I am so FAT!!!!! and that BMI says I am underweight...buay zhun eh!
But... err... I might be really underweight leh.. my instructor said "Muscles is heavier than Fats" so that mean.. I still consider fat but in term of weight, I happened to be underweight. So once I build up my muscles, I should be proportional leow~ Wahahahahah... *Dreaming away*

When can I be the next Jessica Alba figure???

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Yesterday was Xiushi and Daniel's wedding. is such a sweet thingy. I knew Xiushi at my high school times, seeing her in her wedding grown really make me envy. Awwww.....

Everything was so purrrrrrrrrrrrrfect~ till someone come to me.. "Eh.. when is your turn har?" I was like @!*(&#*
Just hoping that, someday, I attend to someone funeral able to say the same to her...
"Eh when is your turn har?" Yes!!! I know I am mean! that was a lame joke! I am a lamer! but please don't remind me, when is my turn for marriage. I am not sure too. I also wish that my wedding will be as PERFECT as Xiushi.

My boyfriend must be a Christian, He must be someone who serve God and loves God more than me. I want him to lead me closer to God, and we can talk anything or in fact everything about God. Andy is already Christian, but not so close to God. Our relationship is a
dilemma. Being together for 5 years, we should have know each other very well, but lately... I felt that we are so "stranger" to each other. We don't have common topic. I hate to give up this relationship.

Every night, I have been making the same prayer. I prayed that God will
sustain our relationship, I prayed that Andy will allow God to transform him, and Andy will stop making excuses for not going to encounter.
I have always push Andy to go for encounter, because I believe God will change him and our relationship will not be a distance away.

Last Talk with God

One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me...
"Look around!", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care ofthem. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from thebamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Ferngrew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bambooseed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said. "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit."
He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared tothe fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months laterthe bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growingroots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."
He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." "Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high" "How high should I rise?" I asked."How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return."As high as it can?" I questioned "Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."I left the forest and bring back this story. I hope these words can help yousee that God will never give up on you. He will never give up on you.

--Never regret a day in your life.Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are essential to life