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Choesong hamnida.

Just random.
Why so many posts?
I'm bored lar. That's why.

Decided to use my new tee design as wallpaper for my Linux desktop.

I'm using Linux Ubuntu OS now. Windows don't work on my old Acer lappietop anymore. Sigh. Time to change. Been eyeing on a Viao.

Results Results 2008

Results Madrasah 2008

Luthfil (Age 4)


Hanny (Age 7)


Alhamdulillah. Congrats my little ones!

My humble creation...

With my minimal capacity to innovate, I can only come up with this design. Nice?

Post-Kpop-Nite Syndrome

I want nobody, no-body but choo(but you)...
I want nobody, no-body but choo(but you)...

Wonder Girls

LoL.Help! This song keeps playing in my head.

Kpop Nite is *10jeom Manjeome 10jeom!

*10(ship)jeom Manjeome 10(ship)jeom
(simply translated - 10 out of 10 points)


Thanks to this sponsor and others for bringing Kpop to Singapore.


My sis and I were the first few early birds there.


The stage, tadaaaa!


And this is probably just one of the crazy Kpop fan.

Loved the atmosphere during the concert. It was great. Almost everyone cheered, waved/whacked balloon sticks or screamed their heads off. Even little known artists received the same reception from the audience. It was worth every dollars and cents (just 200 actually and a 2yr contract with Singtel. hoho!) plus I need not travel to Korea to experience a fraction of the Korean culture.

Oh speaking of which, Bee, I changed number already hor. Take note.

i miss my sister. she's away in Australia. she'll be back on Monday. Insyaallah. she hasn't called me yet but even if she does, I may not have anything to say to her. but i miss her physically though. Especially when i'm bored and she's not around to play with me. lol! but these days, I don't have the time to be bored. final term of school is always the busiest.

she has a date with me on the 4th. we're so going to see my namjas, Jinnie and ND, perform at SIS. not forgetting, 2pm and KJW. looking forward to seeing WGs and Jewelry. arrgghhh! can't wait for it. come back quick dear sis! we have to practise the cheers.

hope that night will turn out great. 10jeom manjeome 10jeom!

gramps

And as he rested his body on his bed as I watched him, as I touched his fragile hand of wasted muscles, dangling under his skin-and-bones, every part of him is... tiredness being old and frail, I know he hates to be a burden to us... knowing that he couldn't help makes it worse for him. He suffers in silence. Do his children hear his sufferings? I helped him up; he couldn't stand on his own two feet, and sitting would just hurt his back. My mom, I watched how she fondly fed him, gently cleaned him and laid him back to rest. He quietly said to her, "Come see me often." A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye... I gulped in guilt. Do his other children hear his sufferings? How could they? When they are so busy listening to their own complaints and excuses. I thought of my five parents. I must be there, I promise, to care for all of them... but when my time comes... will my children be there for me?

Yatiehanny

PS YAtie! Read the reminder below.

Just a reminder to myself. Yatie, read this!

The frail old man

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. he asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up."

The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child's future.