giving

giving....

first ever given gift

how precious and wonder

expect nothing

but a little more of care and love, in exchange.

giving....

it will never be the same .

emotionally, physically, spiritually

bounded tightly

never being separated.

giving....

was deaf dumb and blinded

sip by sip of lies

masking the origin of truth

still in love

giving.....

arrival at its boundary,

the point of realization.

it was bitter and sour

regret seems never took its place

giving....

parts of heart filled up the square tile

dripping tears flooded the corner

no!...but it was too late

hoping for recovery but it never comes

giving.....

it comes so far

yet it breaks like a big bang

giving and give in depict a priceless deal.

is it a worthy gift to give away....?

only the person knows...

adopted from a radio show...pls click and listen( Cantonese version)

a little ugly '12' of females...

Female,women, ladies or girls have a very unique relationship with numbers. this relationship starts even during the embryonic period of life. no offence to the ladies, but there is a little ugly fact of numbers bonded within them. for instance number 12, i would like to say 'nasty' no.12. why 12? 12 can simply resemble lots of affairs ie, a dozen of beer, a year and so forth. so, the basic question here is, what is the blame of 12 within the opposite sex of male??

1. in 12th weeks of pregnancy, sex of the fetus can be determined. if the 'fruit' isn't there, means it is a girl. this is simply because the little thiggy is supposed or originally to be developed into female genitalia if the factor( mullerian inhibiting substance,MIS) isn't present.

2. at 12 year old, they usually 'look down' on guys because they think that they are tall and presume that guys are retarded in growth...

3. anyway, normally, 'invited guest' comes to visit them also during age 12

4. the 'visitor' comes 12 times a year....typically

5. due to this, they usually undergo at least 12 times of mentally unstable a year...psychologically disturbed ie, moody,stress, aggressive, hot temper....

6.hence, this explain somehow they like chocolates once a month of 12 yearly...

7. besides biological experience, 12 o'clock is the limitation of girls given by another women named mother. " you better come back before 12. if not, no more 2nd chance, you know the rules!" does it sounds familiar to you, ladies???

8. girls ask for favor from dad in 1.2 minutes. if girls ask for favor from mom it will take more than 12 minutes...

9. girls has a check list for her dream guy, 12 small boxes are there for the ticks...only if they are kind enough, if not 21 boxes will be there.

10. most of the young females go to bed before 12, if not they will get upset for their skin...

11.this is for guys. if you happened to rely on ovulation period counting for 'happy moments' without taking any other precautions. please avoid day 12 till 18 of ovarian cycle if you are not ready to be a father. if you are reckless, i can only wish you HAPPY FATHER'S DAY.

12. do not question and find fault in any of these 12 matters including this line with the girls. this is simply because you have 1/12 chance to get into trouble. and she will remember you for the least 12 days, or longer 12 months....

zero offence...

randomly random

well, this is another randomly random post of mine...

a week after 'the brain's weeks' and without a moment for gasping, we have been thrown into the hormone's pool....dun even have a short time actually to 'phew...' or said it loud, 'yes, finally the exam is over'. but rather, struggling and drag our own feet unwillingly to keep tract before 4th week has arrived, another exam week. what is this?? i mean...anyway, forget about it. it's not important anymore...

adam lambert? kris allen? sounds familiar right? but it also sounds fusty, isn't it? frankly speaking, i just finished the finale 1 hour ago. adam, the true star but unfortunately he is defeated by a humble, shy, lack of confidence 23 year-old married student, kris allen. shocking? nope, definitely he can sing, a musician, he has the 'charming' face and most important he won the hearts of american. so, absolutely doubtless.

another interesting matter that snap my attention is the 'sacking' incidence. fascinating huh? it's like two first grade students who are fighting for the front seat. ridiculous! stood upon the nation and act like kids. but, this is it, the tricks, playgrounds, of the powerful people. we, the spectators can only seat still and watch the play. and hoping for some glamorous plot and jet-setting peak. so again, is that familiar phrase that we typically heard, " stay where you are, more interesting stuffs are up next"..bla, bla, bla....

and here are some of my photograps for sharing....cya in next post! the classics...

I Have A Dream To Reach

When I was a little kid, I have always dreamed to be a doctor. This is because at that time I have the mindset that doctors are very cool and I simply wanted to be one of them. Then, when I had got into primary school, the ambition of being a doctor was still in me. But, somehow I just didn’t know the path to be a doctor. The saddest thing was, I don’t even like to study no matter how hard did my parents forced and persuaded me. I have forgotten how many tuition centers that I have visited and the time that I have promised my parents to get at least 5 As in UPSR. But in the end, I have got a terrific and ridiculous result for it. I was so doomed at that moment, helpless and regret has filled up the entire atmosphere. And, besides that I can sense that my parents’ hearts have been sliced into pieces, heart ached and cried in tremendous pain. Moreover, the only great ambition which is in me was also drowned into the ocean of Pacific along with the result. My dream had ended, I whispered to myself.

From then, the naughty child has turned to an evil teenage. When I came to the secondary school in the year of 2001, I have been placed into the second class from the tail, a class that composed of varieties of students. I have been looked down by some of my friends, and among them was my own buddy. Though it was hurt and never felt good, I was still a lazy chap, never completed my homework and always get punished. And I’m still missing those days when we were asked to squad at the balcony to finish up the homework. But, I hated myself for the entire year, the year of darkness and blind folded. I hated myself for being looked down and discriminated. I hated myself because the teachers never listen to us but to the ‘good’ students. I hated myself because we are always mocked and become jokes by the ‘good’ students, teachers and seniors. I hated myself because we were always being known as the ‘bad’ side. Thus, since then I have chosen to be ‘bad’ instead of ‘good’, because I will never be the ‘good’ or should be I didn’t even want to be good.

I learned to be humble from their sight. I learned to be strong under their laughter. I learned to be patience in their mocking. And I learned the meant of dignity under their arrogant. Today, on my shoulders, there are dozens of medical books. I’m not proud because I’m in med school. I’m not proud because I’ve regained back my very own ambition and able to realize my dream, but I just wanted to thank God who has positioned me into those hard times. If not I’m still the chap that always get punished in my entire life.

‘No more regrets, and never say it’

A true story grabbed from a medical student…

into the Historical State