Nếu Như Anh Đến

A nice song I heard from Vietnam. I think it means "If The Day You Come".

Somehow, the female extra in blue, looks much prettier than the singer.

World Lei Tai Championship.

I am so excited, I really want to join and beat the shit out of everybody. But I feel like a useless fool now. I probably think too highly of myself. I only have a year to prepare, get in shape and fight. Others however, have been constantly training.

I WAS a champ. Not anymore, and I hate it when there are constantly expectations and words to put me at the category where I can fight and take on anyone.

I CAN'T NOW!

I just want to train at my own pace.. but I am not allowed to do that anymore. Everything has to step up 3 folds..

Disgusting People.

I hate it when I decide to be considerate and chivalrous (depending on who) and not sit on a vacated seat, some foreign looking asshole, young punk or desperate working adult rush and plant their fat asses on.

Can't these idiots be more socially sensitive? These seats are obviously given up for people who needs it more, or the ladies. If it was meant for anyone and everyone, we would have just sat down and you wouldn't get any chance since we saw them first.

The worst part is, some people still give the victorious look.

Mismatch.

There is nothing wrong in being fat, but to all fat people in tight clothing, whatever you are trying to show or fail to hide, it is time for you people to know that it is terrible.

I didn't choose to see, you are just painfully eye-catching and not easy to hide.

Mom.

My mom admitted into hospital today in preparation for a heart operation, which she nearly died the previous time. 2 days ago, when my mom was beginning to do up the study room, I went over to lend her a hand, like I always do.

I DIY-ed a rack from IKEA with my mother's help. It was then I realised that my mom is old. She used to do all these effortlessly (or is it effort I didn't take time to appreciate). Age is stealing her away. I continued with moving the study table, fixing up 2 computers, sorting out the wiring. After all the heavy stuff, my mom is slowly sorting out her stuff, deciding which to rid of.

Knowing that there is nothing much I can do anymore, I told my mom that I am heading for a shower. My mom thanked me and said, "I think this is the first time, out of all these years, you helped me with stuff like that."

How can it be possible? I always help out.

Nope, it is true. It really is my first time. I was shocked at myself, by myself. I haven't been a good son, yet I thought I've always been one. FML.

I went to visit my mom at the hospital after work and my mom asked me, "how much do you need to go overseas to study?" the next thing she talked to me about was "remember, find job must have CPF." All she had in mind was about me and my future. Not about her. Not about what she is going to do when she leave the hospital. Neither is it about how she felt about the coming operation. It's a major one! Instead, she smiled and urged us to go home because it is getting late.

And I.... can hardly find a picture with her.

If being a son was a test, I ought to be kicked out of the examination ground.

Please pray for my mom. May she pull through this operation. All gods bless her. Thank you.

"He's not perfect, you aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, and don't expect more than he can give. Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he is not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there is always one guy that is perfect for you."

- Bob Marley.

Brothers are forever.

For the 10,000th time, I love my brother. I believe that we are the closest thing 2 guys, who are not gay, can get, and we are 1 in a million.

Now that he is in Thailand, and it is flooding over there. I pray that he will be back safely, and I hope everyone reading this will pray for his safety as well. Thank you all.