依然关心

人呢
每次头脑很清醒地想
不可以太相信朋友
不要对他们付出真真的真心
要记住曾经被背叛的经历

可是呢
心里却不知觉地
在某些时候
她在哭     我也跟着哭
在不知什么原因的情况下
一起心里不好受

朋友啊
依然关心你们哪

但是呢
最终受伤的还是自己

唉～～

505 Not A Day to 58, But A Day to Play Magic

 

If Malaysia really like this, I am very disappointed...
Democratic vs autocratic (by party) ???
Is Malaysia really a democratic country?
When tomorrow news out, every citizen know what was happening in the night of 505...

Really ashame of it...
Me, a person who does not take care of politic, but seeing this situation, i still very disappointed...

An 'on-time' electricity breakdown night, dark night with dark politic, most citizens also turn their heart dark after knowing the result of PRU-13... Consequently, will the future of Malaysia become dark???

No?! If and only if the dark hands can be prevented...

Please remember, you want to win, do what you must do...

oNce 2 oNly 心情抒发管道 1

最近，有很多人都说我很stress...

是真的吗？

也许是如她们所说的一样……
我现在只想借一条管道来抒发我的情绪……
请允许我……
若你不小心按到我这一个post, 你可以ignore它……

我本来就是一个很静的女生……
去年，医生诊断我这几年不寻常的痛，说我需要动一系列的手术……可是真真的病根还没被诊断出……可是问题是，几个月后我还不懂会到哪里深造……所以还不能动手术，目前只能以药物控制……
今年，农历新年除夕前几天，剧烈的疼痛又开始了……这一次是最严重的……我能感受到那种痛与心跳一起跳动……连续几天我都痛得连觉都不能睡……之前只是用paracetamol来制止痛，可是那时候对我来说四个小时内吃了四粒都没效，只好再给我更强的Dicloran……吃了四个小时内一点痛处都没有……可是过后会是更痛
除夕前两天，没办法之下， 我被送到emergency room，说是要直接动手术……这一躺，就躺在手术台上两个小时多，麻醉药一滴都不被注射到我身体里……那时候我感觉不到一丝痛，可能我已经自我麻痹了……之后，医生跟我说，由于还有很多trace还没抽出，所以要给它自己流出，就这样，我的伤口要开着一整天，而我需要更注意，不可让细菌感染……隔天还要再继续另一个手术……从这一次的手术，医生们都诊断出病根了……它只能被控制却不能被治疗……我的病在这世界上可以说是一万或十万个人中，只有一个会患上它……那时候我就在想为什么会是我？为什么？

A Heroine - Ong Ai Sam (Quote from her daughter)

   On 20th April 2013, a robbery happened in Bukit Gasing. Many people may thought it is a common case. But, for me, the blog written by the victim's daughter after the incident is really touch...

   At the moment, I read it, I really want to go back home and stay with my mum... Especially, in this moment when i just finish a little operation yesterday, and now, there are no people around me, no friends accompany me, and only myself take care on my own... I miss my mum.....

   Back to the story, the article written by that 17-year-old girl found on other website really toch... So, I break the copyright and repost it in here for other readers' references... Sorry for that....

I remember. I remember everything.

A few months ago in English class, my teacher asked us to write about the person who we admire. I wrote about my mum. A month ago for my English March Test paper, the topic I wrote about was “My Hero”. I wrote about my mum. During my test, i had a writers block so I simply wrote out everything i knew about my mum: her childhood, achievements, etc. My mum is my hero. She always has been, she always will be.

20th April 2013.
Mama left early in the morning for some event her Kiwanis Club’s K-Kids had planned. She came back home with lunch for me and milo ais. I remember grumbling to her because I didn’t want to follow my parents jungle trekking. I did anyway. We had to set up a trail for my father’s running group so mama was carrying a bag with just plain paper in it. I remember grumbling to my mum as we went up and down the hills of Gasing. She told me we’d be out soon. After 2 hours of trekking in the jungle, we finally hit the road. It was the road in Gasing leading up to the temple. We decided to walk back down to the car.

As we walked down the steep road, there was nobody there. No people, no cars. Just the two of us. As we nearly reached the first house, we heard a motorbike sound from behind. We turned around and saw two men on a motorbike. Mama said walk further in the pavement so we did. As the motorbike drove past us, they stopped. The man from behind jumped off. My mum pushed me to the back and told me to go. The man attacked my mum straight away, without saying any words. The knife he used was just a normal kitchen knife, the blade was about 10cm long. As my mum tried to protect herself, she turned to her left, only to be stabbed twice on the back of her right shoulder. She was struggling to escape. The attacker then proceeded to stab the back of her left shoulder. Mama tried so hard to escape. She fell on the ground and the attacker pulled her on the road and stabbed her thigh. I tried to help but the attacker thrusted the knife my way so i ran back further. I couldn’t do anything but scream at the top of my lungs. I screamed and screamed. The attacker hopped on the bike and rode off.

I remember.
I remember watching my mums body lying on the road, all the blood oozing out. The attacker did not manage to get any of my mums belongings. She told me to call my dad. I ran down the hill looking for help. The first house i went to, the maid (who saw everything that happened) ran in and did not even try to help me. I ran further down and saw a car. They saw me and stopped. And I told them what happened. The driver, Mr Lai told me to get in and we drive up to my mum. Mr Lai called the ambulance and the police while i tried to keep my mum conscious. There was blood everywhere. My mum just kept saying “save me”. Her voice was so week. My dad reached the site 10 minutes later, after running all the way. Mama kept telling us that she couldn’t breathe. I prayed and prayed. She was slowly losing herself. We tried our best to keep her awake and conscious. The police arrived. We put her in the police car since the ambulance hadn’t arrived. As we reached down the road, the ambulance was there so they transferred mum into the ambulance.

I remember.

I remember sitting in the ambulance, holding my mums hand and trying to talk to her but she didn’t respond. I remember crying. The paramedics were doing all they could do at that point. I remember calling Eu Lim, who was at church to pray for my mum. We reached the hospital in 3 minutes. They rushed my mum to the emergency was. I wasn’t allowed to enter and i was so so scared. My dad had followed Mr Lai’s car and they hadn’t reached yet. I had to settle my mums registration and then i had to talk to the police. My dad arrived. Then my friends arrived. I sat at the doorway of the hospital, praying and praying. 10 minutes later, my dad came out and told me my mum didn’t make it. I dropped in the middle of the hospital floor, screaming. Everyone was looking at me, but i didn’t care. A bunch of doctors came out to get me, they took me to a special room. They questioned me and they told me about how my mum was already gone when we were in the ambulance. They tried their best to revive her.

I remember.

I remember coming home. My friends just sat in silence. I just sat in silence. I was covered in blood, mama’s blood. I had to get myself together. I had to bathe. We broke the news to my sister through Face Time and that was really hard to do. Slowly, people started coming. It was hard seeing my aunts and uncles cry, my parent’s close friends, my close friends & to know i had to keep it all together. It was really hard, telling my story to everyone. It’s really hard to even close my eyes for awhile because i see it replaying in my head over and over again. Watching my mum lying in her pool of blood and not being able to do anything. Not being able to save her.

People come, then people leave. All i hear are “I’m so sorry for your loss” or “my condolences”. All i hear are people questioning me about what happened, since i was the sole witness. But i am so tired of telling this story over and over again. I am so tired of hearing other people tell this story. This is my story. This is the truth. Newspapers and reporters may twist it around and exaggerate to the whole world, but this story will remain the truth forever.

I am truly grateful and appreciative to everyone who came, whether it was for a short period, or a long time. Thank you to those who’ve brought a little bit more of hope and joy to me, even though you guys didn’t try. Thank you to those who’ve brought food and drinks, and flowers. Thank you to everyone who called, texted, whatsapped, facebook-ed and tweeted me. I dont know how i became a trending topic overnight (#prayforhuiwei). I was mad at first, but then i realised how much my family had all of your love and support. Whether i know you or not, whether you knew my mum or not, all your kind words really helped. My mother was such an amazing and beautiful person.

I remember.

My mum’s last words to me were “I love you so much” dying there, on the road. I watched it all. I watched it all slip out of my hands. Now my life feels so empty. I keep thinking to myself that this is all a dream. Maybe I’d wake up and be able to avoid this from happening. Maybe if someone pinched me I’d wake up from this nightmare. But this is reality, and I have to face the facts. I have to face the fact that I’m alone now. I have to face the sounds of crying and wailing from the other room. I have to face the facts that I’m going to grow up motherless, clueless and confused. It won’t be easy, but I will get through this.

Ma,
I love you so much. And I am so sorry I had to watch you die. I am so sorry I couldn’t save you. But you’re with God now. Ma you’re such a great person. Beautiful inside and out. And I thank you for teaching me your ways. Thank you for always teaching (scolding) me to be a better person. Even tho we’ve had our moments, and times we didn’t see eye to eye, you’ll always be my best friend. Who’s going to pick me up from school now. Who am I going to say “HEY MA” to and tell them about my day. Who’s going to cuddle up with me on the couch and be lazy for awhile.

Ma,
Remember how you used to come into my room while I was studying, and hug me then tickle me. Remember how you used to sing me to sleep when I was young. Or how you used sing when you’re happy. You had a beautiful voice. Remember how we sat on the couch, looking for coloured beads to do arts & crafts. Remember every single day we spent together.

Ma,
I just saw your body, lying in the coffin. You look so beautiful, peaceful, just like you’re sleeping. And I have the biggest urge to scream “wake up”. Thank you,Ma. For giving me life, for giving me love. You taught me everything good in my life. You were always selfless, God-fearing. You were my strong pillar of hope and love. And even though you’re no longer here with us, you’re with God. And you’re happy, just like how you appeared in Lissa’s dream. And I do hope justice will be served. They’re working on finding the criminals, ma. They will be caught.
We all miss you ma, we miss you so much. Goh Ee and Sar Ee has already appointed themselves as my ‘mama’ and I see you so much of you in them. And it’s not going to be the same anymore. Nothing will be the same anymore. You’re not going to watch me graduate, you’re not going to watch me get married.

You’re not going to be there to take care of my children. But I know you are with us in spirit, and you’re always watching over us. Please give me the strength and courage to move forward with my life. Please give me the motivation to be better. To be more like you. To spread the love and joy. Papa, Tache and I will always be grateful for you are the biggest blessing God has given. And maybe you’ve done too much good so The Lord called you home. And you are safe now, safe with God. He will watch over you (and us) and protect you. You are safe from all the evil now.

I will make you proud, mama. I will make everyone proud. I love you so much. I’ll love you every single day of my life, and I’ll never forget whatever you’ve done for me. Thank you so much. Rest In Peace, mama, I love you.

God will bless you, 17-year-old girl... Be strong...

T-ara ~ Day By Day [Lyric]

[Hwayoung] Naepumeun neoege pinancheo
Dareun sarame naneun beoryeojyeo
Sarang geu kkeuteun kkaman teoneolsok
Boiji anneun giri naneun neomu duryeowo
Taeyangi naerijjweneun bulgeun samakcheoreom
Mongmalla ulgo inneun saramcheoreom
Kiss me ma baby ibami gagijeone
Naege eoseoppalli day by day

[Jiyeon] Ni pumi geuriwojyeo
Neomu sarang haennabwa
Ibami jinagamyeon
Nunmuldwe-eo tok! tok! tok!

[Hyomin] Jeo eunbit dari jimyeon sarajilkka
Ajik namainneun ni hyanggi
Kkkumgatdeon chueokdeuldo heuteojilkka
Bitmulcheoreom meolli tok! tok! tok!

[Eunjung] Kiss me baby I'll must be stay here day by day
[Soyeon]  Saranghandago soksagyeojwo (All: La la la la la)
[Eunjung] Kiss me baby Just you can take me day by day
[Soyeon]  Nae nunmuri mareugi jeone

(All: Ttururururururu tturudu)
[Boram] Baram cheoreom modu sarajyeo beorin neo
(All: Ttururururururu tturudu)
[Boram] Haruharu neol geurimyeo day by day

[Areum] Seuchineun chueokdeuri geuriun bam
Deullyeo oneun neoye moksori
[Hyomin] Yeongwoneul yaksokhaetteon sumaneun bam
Nunmul dwe-eo tok! tok! tok!

[Eunjung] Kiss me baby I'll must be stay here day by day
[Soyeon]  Saranghandago soksagyeojwo (All: La la la la la)
[Eunjung] Kiss me baby Just you can take me day by day
[Soyeon]  Nae nunmuri mareugi jeone

(All: Ttururururururu tturudu)
[Qri] Baram cheoreom modu sarajyeo beorin neo
(All: Ttururururururu tturudu)
[Qri] Haruharu neol geurimyeo day by day

[Soyeon] Tteonaganeun ni moseup
Ni saenggage tto nunmuri heulleo
[Areum] Doraondago marhaejwo
Urisarang yeongwonhadorok~

[Hwayoung] Neon nareul dugo gara jeo
Meolli meolli gil ttara sarajyeo
Michin sarangkkeut aseurhan nangtteoroji
Jilgin sarange gamyeomdwae gyesoktteoreotji
Seulpeun shireul eulpeodaeneun nae ipsuri
Neoye kkaman nundongja-e gieokdweri
Kiss me ma baby ibami gagijeone
Naege eoseoppalli day by day

[Eunjung] Kiss me baby I'll must be stay here day by day
[Soyeon]  Seulpeujiman neoreul jiullae (All: La la la la la)
[Eunjung] Kiss me baby Just you can take me day by day
[Soyeon]  Nae nunmuri mareugi jeone (All: La la la la la)

[Jiyeon] Kiss me baby take me day by day~

《咏缘》 —— oNce2oNly

城 里 处 处 人 ，

可 有 擦 肩 过 。

此 刻 缘 份 到 ，

人 生 故 事 中 。

注释：

• 城里： 城市中，其实是指现今的世界。
• 擦肩： 一个物体贴着或靠近另一个物体很快地过去；擦肩而过；即“曾经见面”。
• 故事： 即“记忆”。

释文：

      现今的世界有很多人，很有可能之前我们曾经见面过，只是我们都没有印象。在此时，我们互相认识了，是一种缘份。从此，你将是我人生中的其中一个小或大的部分，存在于我的记忆中，无法抹去。

       缘份是一种奇妙的东西。也许我们以前曾经在人海茫茫中擦肩而过却没留下任何的印象，而现在呢却认识了彼此。但是，人生是不能停留在同一个时间里，事事都会改变......随着时代的变迁，一份工的结束，我们分开了，从此就失去了联络。可是，你的的确确曾经存在在我的人生中，是我人生故事中的一部分。即使从此没再见面，你也会永远活在我的记忆中，无法抹去。

      这首诗感慨着人生的无奈。见面的时间好短，他也没把我放进心里，所以他只会成为我人生中的一部分。但愿他能记得我们在一起的时刻。


Comment  一下，我自创的诗。。。

 

Admission into Local University will be Announced

To those who are waiting for the admission into local university in Malaysia, attention please!!

Ex-students who finished their STPM / Matriculation / Foundation / same level and had apply local universies in Malaysia be ware...

On the second week of July, the result of admission into local university (IPTA) for the session of 2012/2013 will be announced.

Don't be too worry... Just sit back and relax... ^^