Goodbye

People are all good by nature, we just need to learn to look at their good side when they show us their wrong side. I still remember when Tar Hau first came i thought he a bit weird weird but generally still okay to work along. Until he decided to pull some stunt den i a bit pissed. But thinking back, he is really okay as in he is not like Alan who always complains this and that or Parry who is the ultimate weirdo. Tar Hau is eccentric but still at an acceptable level, after all if i can tahan eccentric Soh for 10 years, what's a few months with Tar Hau?! Just that, yesterday i was standing at info counter and looking at Tar Hau walked by. Felt a little emo he was the last guy to go home cause he went to buy nuggets for us without writing his timesheet first and yet i think no one said a simple thank you to him. When you think about the person, don't always think of the bad points but rather think of the good/sweet things that he has done. I'm still learning how to do that cause i always ignore my mother's nagging but when i look at her from afar, i feel my heart aching. I know i'm unfilial but i really really tried to listen to her, just that in my childhood family wasn't that close to me. I also want to have a family day every week, family trip every year and family meal everyday. I just don't have the luxury. Now i took an extra year before i can independently support them, feel so sorry for letting them down. I'm their pride when i got into AHS, when i got into TJC, when i got into OCS but now, there doesn't seem to be anything much for them to be proud of. Friends and relatives asking if i have girlfriend, even my grandpa tease me about it. Maybe he just wanna have a great grandson, but i shall leave that task to my cousin, Wan Yin!!! Even my "Good" friends are teasing me, asking me to fall in love with each other. Are my terms & conditions that bad that you think i will not have a girlfriend??? Time for some love from my mother, curry chicken(even though my throat just recovered) LOL!!!


A little story to share: Nails in the fence


There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there.


P.S.: No more hello, no more goodbye, no more smile