Patah Tumbuh Hilang Berganti

People said,we can never find the replacement for the thing that we have lost. People also said that, there is no use to cry over what we have lost. Another saying says that we will never value what we have untl we lost it.
But hey, losing anything can never be too bad either. What if losing a thing served as a mean for a new, better and refreshing life? What if losing anything spared us a greater joy? What if losing something provided us with a better perspective of life?
Losing is gaining. That is how I see it. I learn something! And I have lost quite a number of thing. While I CHERISH each TRULY while everything is within grasp, losing anything would not be a matter of regret. I learn and that MATTERS!
This reminded me to another saying that proclaims, if you love something you have to let it go and if it is meant to be yours, it would be coming back to you. This I believed is applicable to everything; broken relationship, love affair etc...

Teary moment

I am so reluctant to publish this entry. This one however, served as an eulogy, my word of sympathy to my dearest cousin, a 14-year old boy who is now making his way seeing his Creator in Heaven. As I reflected on the funeral home tonight which my parents attended, I am truly touched by the outpour and abundance of love and support that his death has generated. Though we hardly knew each other but as I prepared for this, I felt his presence and his reassurance that he would guide me in knowing what to say.


Losing a brother and a son is such a sad event. I will remember him always for his great charm and wit. We all share in your grief at this difficult time. To Indai Aluk and family, you have my deepest sympathy on his departure. I know how hard it is to lose a sibling who as well is a dear son. I'm sure that he would want all of us to celebrate the good life that he had. My thoughts and prayers are with you.I can't write more...

REST IN PEACE, BRO!

A word

I am a kind of a person who would remember any remark from just about anybody. Those words would echo forever. I am amused sometimes that people could simply forget what have they said and denied it simply when I told them that they actually did say such a thing. But, I just remember vividly how it was said. So, next time, be more precautious yea.
Life is full with surprises. Pleasant surprises, unpleasant surprises. Hmmm... Today, a word from a friend has elevated my spirit to a higher level. Thank you, dude. You make my day! Good beginning and I dearly hope that today would end well too.
You know how much a word could affect a person don't you? Words can either kill or otherwise it would heal you completely. That expains why we must be careful with what we are about to utter. As a saying goes, everything you say would be misquoted and would be used against you. See the underlying danger. Say something sensibly.

Lonely and transportless

I am left to myself again. No companion, another buddy-less evening. How I wish I have a motorbike or maybe a car? I would leave my room and go outside to embrace the world! I am paranoid to the sound of engines. I know that people are going to have some fun somewhere and I am here all alone.
How lucky they are. Mobility is not an issue while it is a big deal for me. I regretted it sometimes that I refused to get myself a motobike when my parents offered me a while ago. I have to highly dependent on others' sympathy and generosity to take me out somewhere.
I am not as privilleged as they are. At times, when others are giving me a ride, how I wish that I could have an ultimate control; going everywhere I want without thinking too much, But then, the machine isn't mine. Most of the times, I have to secretly wish that I want to go here and there. Only whispering to myself. Afterall, the car or the motorcycle is not mine. Shouldn't I be just gratified instead that people have me included in their voyage?
I can't deny that I envy some of my classmates who get to go to a lot of places; only possible with cars or at least a motorcyle. Even when I heard some of my friends are having fun at simply mamak, how I wish that I could be around! But I just can't! Unless the place is accessible by bus or the least the place is only within walking distance, then maybe I may join their merriment.
Then again, going out would also mean that a considerable huge amount of money would be spent too. This is KL; the fuel, the toll, then the food.. Everything comes in a package. It can't be either too good or too hopeless.
One day, YES, one day, I will not feel unattended to like this no more! I will have my own CAR and I will go anywhere I love too. Hehehe.. Brrroooooooommmmm, brooooommmmm.. Taaa~

Another re-representation of my sore heart..

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