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Monday, February 11, 2008

12:56 PM Y

Post title : A father, a son and an answer..
You'll never know the real me.

Hi, hope you guys dun feel like sleeping whil reaing this, it's a nice story...

Passing through the airport, I caught 1 if those trains dat tracels from d main terminal to their boarding gates. Free, sterile, and impersonal. Not many ppl consider them fun, but on this Saturday, I heard laughter.

At d front of d 1st car- looking out d window at d track ahead- were a man and his so . We had juz stopped to let off pasengers, and d doors were closing again. "here we go! hold on to me tight," the father said. The boy, abt 5 years old i guess, made sounds of sheer delight.




"Look out there!" The father said to d son, "See dat pilot? I bet he's walking to his plana." D son craned his neck to look.

As I got off, I remembered something I'd wanted to buy in the terminal. I was early for my flight, so I decided to go back. I did- and just as I was about to reboard the train for my gate, I saw the had returned too. I realized dat they hadn't been heading for a flight, but had juz been riding shuttle.

"You want to go home now?" the father asked. " I want to ride summore!" "more?" the father said, mock-exasperated but clearly pleased. "U're not tired?" "this is FUN!" his son said.

"All right", the father replied, and when a door opened we all got on.

There are parents who can afford to send their child to Europe or Disneyland, and d children turn out rotten!! There're parents hu live in million-dollar houses and give their children laptops, cars, yet somethin goes wrong. Rich and poor, black and white, so much goes wrong often!

"Where ar all these ppl going, daddy?" the son asked. "All over d world" came d reply. The other ppl in d airport were leaving for distant destinations or arriving at d ends of their journeys. The father and the son though, were juz riding this shuttle together, making it exciting, sharing each other's company.

So many troubles in this country, so many questions abt wad to do.

The answer is so simple: parents who care enough to spend time, and to pay attention, and try their best. It doesn't cost a cent, yet it is d most valuebal thing in d world.

The train picked up speed, and d father pointed something out, and the boy laughted again, and the answer is so simple.









Sunday, February 10, 2008

9:37 PM Y

Post title : The most wonderful year in my life
You'll never know the real me.

Hi everyone. This is my new blog. Haiz.. I've past my first 6 weeks of my secondary school life in SMKDJ. Don't talk abt my new life in this new school. I'll post dat later. 2007 is wonderful!! I enjoy it the most. The most time I spent was in school- SJK(C) Yuk Chai, the BEST school ever.


Although there's UPSR, but I dun really mind. The most active, naughty, playful class was....... 6H, my class!! You won't want me to say how we suffer before UPSR!! After UPSR, we had a fucking drama organised by citibank. The school chose my class to present this drama. We suffered abt a month to prepare. The teachers are stupid, they'll scold until we cry for doing a tiny mistake!! Urgh!! Teachers are torturing us like SHIT that time!!But the lucky thing is- I didn't involved.. Cuz I broke my arm before that. After I recover, someone took over my place. So, as an assistant head prefect, the assistant headmaster asked me to help her on those computer work!! It's really really fun! It was those typing work. Meanwhile, I get to play online games in her room! haha.. Jealous? I also get free drinks and food! Anyway, on the graduation day, we're very very very sad. Although I got the top 6 students award...




I took alot of pictures on that day.. Lazy to upload, sry.. On that day, I have to return my beloved tie and badge to the teacher..


I think that's enough for my first post.. Next post: The sucking school life in DJ.. Stay on...







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