for tomorrow

would you please,
move on?

would you please,
say goodbye to yesterday?

would you,
be brave?
just move on....for tomorrow.

playground

I miss playground. A place that i love to go, when i am still a child. I do remember, i only in love with the swings, and still, applicable now. In love with the feel of swinging, to and fro. In love with...flying high...

I miss playground. Miss the pair of hand who pushed me forward, who support me to surpass myself, when i felt down in my life.

Never Regret

i got this question from one of my mates...do you ever have a regret in life? if yes, what is the biggest regret? if you have an option, eg if time could turn back...what will you do to rectify the regret...

well, i didnt answer this when i get the question..i caught into silence...honestly, they are too much of regret in life. It always come into my mind after an incident, or when i do my self reflection...i did asked myself, what will the situation changes if i didnt react in they way i reacted...i always tell myself, well, calm down and you should settle it in another way when it happens again...and, sometimes i failed to recall, what i supposed to act...

hmm, time to grew up and learn from the experience...makes the regret an experience, as time couldnt turn back :)

Why do we do what we do?

i am doing my revision just do, and a sentence come across my mind. "Why do we do what we do?" Seriously in doubt...who ever question himself, what he is doing and why he needs to do this.

Honestly, i don't as my life path seems to be so normal and nobody will question me, except myself. If i am to ask myself this question, the answer is definitely...i dunno.

Guess it's time to sort out the answer for this question...

Cameron Highland 17-18042010

It's a long awaiting annual trip with my dearest society mates...i love you guys :)

the boh tea plantation...one of the visitor spot in cameron highland...breath in the smell of tea plantation...and relax your mind after long working week :)

you might not know that, this is part of the boh tea plantation as well...behind the garden view :)

it's rose valley...another attraction of cameron highland...it's a garden with lots of flower and cactus...a simple theory to remember is..no plucking :)

a photo shoot to proof that, we completed 80% of the journey :)

do you still remember, the college days we spend together...it's a piece of precious memory that we share, and we will not forget for life, although we do not gather as frequent as previous...

an item in the to-do list is...strawberry...fyi...there is a strawberry farm in cameron, where you can pluck your strawberry, with a price paid for it...well, i didnt go for it...but we grab some strawberries from the night market...

Hurt

It hurts, when you care. This statement is extremely hurt, especially when someone you believe, you trust, and you care did something which is wrong to you.

I have no intention, but its my intuition who makes me browse his blog. I read the latest entries of him, one of my mate in my UK gang, hmm...i should say, used to be. It is so hurt when I read the following words "Lost control on self control...do everything with my own preference without thinking others feeling especially dear...joined wrong ppl with no good examples....".

Mate, what do you mean by joining wrong people with no good examples? You are the one who opt to hang around with us, and enjoy every single second of joys and cheers with us. You are the one who make the judgement and decision. So, who are you blaming for? Yourself or us? Why do you sounds as if we are the one, who have control on your life in UK, leading you to the black hole?

Mate, it is so hurt when you decided to delete us from your contact list ever since you step into Malaysia. Anyway, we aceept it and respect you as this is your decision. We understand that you have your own life. But, why is there a second time? What are the term "friend" in your life? I am so sorry to say tat, but I doubt your definition, seriously...

the days

It has been few months, where I didn't serve myself a proper breakfast...or a proper brunch...Out of sudden, I miss the days...

where I settle my brunch with two slice of breads, an egg, two finger of fillets, and a cup of milk or milo...

or the days, i cook spaghetti as my brunch...with some bake cheesy potatoes ;P
hmm...wonder, when is the next time, I will step into kitchen and serve myself...a proper meal ;p