Thursday, March 18, 2010

my gratitute..

You know the times when you’re young and you tumble and roll down the stairs,
scruff pass the edges of the glass tables while playing catch-the-thief or scald your tongue from the hot milo.
That were the time, mama would pick me up softly, whispering hush-hush to my ears, a kiss touched to my cheeks to comfort my misfortune.

I grew up with my grandparents up to my teen.
Frankly speaking, what they have done for me are far more noteworthy compared to my own parents.
I live with them, I grew up in their hands, they raised me. For this, I’m thankful.

Grandpa,
He always chauffeur me around, he has never been a tad late to pick me up from school. He waits for me patiently even sometimes I took my own sweet time, playing around in school knowing that he’s waiting. He wrote my homework just because I played the whole afternoon with neighbors. He always fulfill my wishes. Reward me when I’ve got good grades (or find reason just to dote on me). And when he have extra to spend, he spent on me. He protects me from all bullies, shoos away unnecessary acquaintances which came to me, he’s my shield, my shelter, my defend.

Mama,
She wakes up 3 times in the night to feed when I was a baby. I love sleeping in her arms feeling secured. I hold her hands on my chest when I go to bed.
she stands 4 hours every day outside my classroom, watching me the first full year I attended my nursery. Can you imagine granny actually attended 1 full year of nursery with me? She never leaves me. she keep her vision on me and only me. she never raised her voice or fluff up
when I'd behaved mischievous and done outrageous. she gives ample care. she valued my happiness more than hers.

There’s more over years and what I’ve mentioned here are just a small speck.
For all that grandpa and granny have done for me. I am thankful. Thankful for the privilege to have you both in my life.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

the show

i want my money back.. i want my money back.. :)

Monday, March 15, 2010

i thought of that 3 minutes we shared...

Affection grown up in him for her and this affection is reciprocated,
Affection may not be love, they know well it isn’t love that they're exchanging.
However, they remain as two strangers despite the frequency they met.
Yet again, the affinity between them cannot be denied for the unspoken intimacy they shared went far beyond words.

it is eccentric to have met a particular stranger over the past years, at different time, different places.

A woozy Monday for me…:(

waiting..

soo gonna watch this...

Saturday, March 13, 2010

i hearts strangers.

read about this blog few days ago when i was blog hoping, in random i found this!
pretty awesome blog, the guy takes pictures of strangers he meets and writes a lil something about them. anddd...... he has shot and writeen about 500plus peoples.....

Monday, March 8, 2010

the first virgin perm

if there's anything that i missed this morning, it'll be my lovely perm. :)
i took up 101% of courage, 102% of guts to do this...

my heartfelt..

Realized, I’ve been in a league of my own for almost a year, and frankly I’m enjoying every bits of it up till now.
Now, I am mainly consumed with work, school, being professional with what I do, do just what I feel like to do, living up but not sucking up to others.

as I always self-proclaim to be someone independent,
but deep down, I always wish there’s someone trustworthy for me to depend on.
Past experiences forced me to grow up. I learnt, to safeguard myself I shouldn’t give trust to one easily.

Speaking of which, for the past years I cared for others more than myself.
I abandoned my dreams, my compassion, my affection, and even my core essence sometimes, with just the hope that others could reach theirs.
For last years, I got beatings (emotionally) more than I could takes and that certainly didn’t feel good.

I am the simplest person to pleased. And the first person i will attempt to please this year would be myself.
I staled being nice to others.
I really really would like to take a break.