I was looking at a card and digesting every single word printed on it. Tears filled my eyes.

Today, 16 July 2009 is my dad’s birthday.

Should I say I have too many things to write that’s why I don’t know what to write or I just do not have the courage to pen down those words?

Looking at the card, mixed feelings started to pour in. 1 month ago when father’s day was just around the corner, I weeped too while driving back alone. Memory flashback takes its place. I start to reminisce almost everything about my dad-his words and wisdom, the things that he had done.

He is a man of few words. I, was very much similar to him in terms of character. Just like me, he is a passionate creature. It is obvious that I inherited it from him. He could work relentlessly, putting in maximum time and effort to realise the things he thought of without expecting any reward even though it eats in to his own personal time. Sometimes, to the extent where he forgoes the enjoyment of life. My mum and I was not able to understand. Later on, I managed to figure it out because it was exactly the same thing that occurred to me during secondary school. It’s like we are addicted to it and it’s really difficult to quit unless we undergo long term ‘rehabilitation’.

I guess the list on the reasons to thank him will be an extremely long one or it probably never ends. It was him who made it possible for me to pursue my tertiary education. It was him who enables me to meet so many amazing people in my life. It was also him who allows me to be one step closer to my dream. Just solely based on this few things, it’s sufficient for me to thank him a lifetime.

Many things come and go. One thing for sure, my dad is working hard to be a better father each day. I witnessed it. Like what people always say, parenting is the hardest job ever. So, what more could I ask when I’m blessed with all these? I can’t imagine how my life is if he is not my father.

With my utmost gratitude, may God bless him along the way. Happy birthday, dad!

My life will be difficult without dad, bL!nk$t@R.

It is WC’s birthday today. I made a promise to celebrate his day at a nice restaurant. So there we are, at Fullhouse Cafe. The MiNi car is darn cool. Basically, it’s a lovely and pleasant place to be in.

p/s: All I want is, he will follow his dreams and be happy. Here I am, supporting him till the end.

Back for more?, bL!Nk$t@R.

It’s winter

Dumped the faith

I was no longer there

swearing to walk past the bleak future

and never come back

The road is snowy

Shivering and blurred

No one was there

to offer a warm blanket

Deep down inside

the soul has lost its glow, lustre

It takes a mountain of courage

to fight back

A grueling hurdle

it will be

how far I still need to walk

pondering heavily now

Saving the world is in vain

if

this minute life can’t even be sustained

Inspiration: In the midst of chucking out the past. If we are unable to surpass our own inner hurdle, the incoming life obstacles will not be made easy.

Awaiting winter, bL!nk$t@R.

The car park at IKEA is just wonderful. Spacious, clean and most of all cheap parking rates. I don’t think you can find that elsewhere. IKEA’s boss is just brilliant. The management practiced what they preached and customers needs and welfare are always being placed in the forefront. That is how their income kept flowing in despite economic downturn.

I will always make an effort to stop by IKEA’s cafe and restaurant whenever I’m over there. The place is often packed with people over the weekends. Simply because their food are irresistible and affordable. Don’t miss out the curry puff!

Here is the peak of the outing. The Rainforest World Music Gathering which comprises performances from Bantus Capoiera, Diplomats of Drum, KL Stompers, Tugu Drum Circle and so on. No singing, purely music beats and that’s sufficient to make you go high.

It was a great night.

More drum beats please, bL!nk$t@R.

No monday blues for this week. The day began with an action-packed afternoon-badminton.

After sweating it out, it was time for yum cha at the mamak stall. Yup, roti canai for tea time.

Tuesday was Transformer’s day. The very much anticipated one. I wonder why everyone is so crazy over this movie. So, everyone went into the virtual world and hoping that the cars on the road will somehow transform into Optimus Prime or Decepticons after watching the show. The boys like it. For me who is not into robotics, an OK will do.

Let’s get back into the real world. So, food again. This time, the Beggar’s Chicken.

I must say that this morning’s weather was perfect. It was after rain, no sunlight with some cooling sensation. The perfect day started with a sumptuos breakfast-Bah Kut Teh with an orang. Too much meat though.

Next up, we were loitering at the shopping mall and that’s it.

So far so good, bL!nk$t@R.

I want to cook cream of potato

I want to visit an art exhibition

I want to listen to live acoustic music

I want to run outdoor

I want to roam the food streets

I want to submit 2 personally-written articles

I want to spend time alone

There’s a lot of things I want too.., bL!nk$t@R.

Kids are just amazing. Particularly, I love the way they speak. Frank and simple with a twist of innocence. Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean they don’t lie. It’s just that whenever I pose a question, their response is an eye-opener to me. Hey, it’s either they know or don’t know, as simple as that. They are oblivious to the consequences of their answers. Unlike us, who have more than enough issues to ponder upon. So, why are we burying ourselves in complexity?

Indeed, the vibrant and bright behaviour of kids is enough to make us happy and the joy in them spreads. It’s hard to resist communicating with them. Honestly, I like to tell them good things about life in a very childish manner. I always do that. You know you are still a child at heart when a child loves being with you. After all, you have to be like them in order to savour those child-like, naive moments.

Zhe is the son of my cousin brother. A smart, handsome and cheerful boy possessing a certain degree of eloquence who is merely 3 years old. He was asking me to go to his house to play computer games with him. What a great invitation I thought. He and his sister were ‘torturing’ my phone for the whole afternoon. Although they didn’t manage to understand the concept of the game, they looked ecstatic after every round of the game. That is what I called innocence. You don’t have to win to be in high spirits.

Another thing I noticed: Kids love high five.

Still a child at heart, bL!nk$t@R.

Zhe's awful face.. hehe

The world has become so nasty that many humans have evolved into ignorant creatures. Each leading seperate lives, sweeping merely the snow in front of their doorsteps. Busy, busy and busy- the tone of urbanites today. We are so busy that we have forgotten the basic way of life-how to communicate and acknowledge the fact that no man is an island.

Nothing beats the feeling of meeting nice people in our daily lives. Being nice doesn’t mean that someone has to go the extra mile to provide help. Even a little gesture or a sincere ‘thank you’ is enough to keep someone going. Whenever at work, it is often the customers’ simple and sincere gratitude that makes me happy. Not forgetting those smiles that linger on my mind the whole day. That is when I know that every effort that I put in was worth it.

Nice means pleasant. Nice means not nasty. Nice, is such a soothing word. No more, no less. With nice words and nice deeds, the world will be a better place to live in. Just be nice. You will never know that you will be making someone happy.

It doesn’t require much to be nice, bL!nk$t@R.