Story of my Life (2005)

Hi to all my dear friends, it’s been a long time since I last blog. Actually, I have never really introduced myself to you. Therefore, I shall give a brief one of myself.

In 1983 June 28th, some joke decided to pop out from a particular astonishingly brave, well loved, respectful and hardship-driven lady which eventually turn out to be his mum and into this world. He was a freaking loser which brought many sorrows and heartache to his mum. Never did he realize that parents only come in a pair or for some, single. And they can be gone in any moment. As he grows older, he tried to change for the good, he tries to redeem himself, sometimes he succeeded, and sometimes he failed. But deep inside, he really does try his best.

Till now, he weighs about 65kg, standing at 1.7m……….. (OK!!shuddup U! I rounded off to nearest metre OK!!). He is standing at 1.7m, dark-skinned and full of flabs on him (He’s working on it ok!!). He is a Man U fan by birth and will never cross to the dark sides (SCREW YOU ALL!! Chelsea…Liverpool….Arsenal). He is calm, helpful and harmless by nature (I guess so…) but yet lazy, playful and direction idiot.

Sometime in June……..
Dad fall ill, it was a heart attack. Both of his sons were out. Mum freaked out and kept calling them, eventually both sons were reached. Dad was sent to A&E. Younger one rushed down to CGH immediately and saw mum crying at the waiting area. Comfort words were told and said repeatedly, until doctor came out and told them to get mentally prepared, mum was distraught. Tears flowed from the inside for the younger one, many thoughts ran through his mind. After an hour, the older one finally appeared with his wife. Reason given for an hour late? Need to bathe………..An hour…..it could have all been over. Younger one nearly flares up, but chose not to, because this was the last thing they needed. Dad hanged on, sent to ICU. After many painstaking days in the hospital for all of them, dad pulled through. Dad swore to quit smoking.

Sometime in Aug 9th……..
The day has come; he is going to march into the padang with a full house pack of audiences cheering Air Force on. Months of training, it was worth it…really it was.

Sometime in September……..
Car crashed. No ones hurt. He thanked god for his loved one’s safety. $$$ spent. (He was heard saying he would rather break a leg than pay so…..).

Sometime in Oct……..
He was struck down by Dengue fever. Spent 6 days in CGH. It was an ordeal because he can’t even pee and shit with privacy. Apart from that, he really wants to extent his gratitude to all nurses in CGH that took care of him with such concern and warmth round the clock and friends who visited him. He was truly grateful……

Sometimes in Nov……..
He caught dad smoking in the toilet. Speechless….all those days spent in hospital, breaking mum’s heart. Is it worth it after all?

Sometime in Dec……..
Broke off with his girlfriend of 5 years. He just wants to say he is grateful, happy, blessed that these 5 years was spent with her. She taught him many things that a man should really do, showered him with care and love when needed most. There when he is down, there when he is sick. He will definitely cherish the happy and sad moments spent.


I guess these have been the story of my life (2005). Regardless things happen for the good or bad, they happen for a reason. They either made you or break you. Learn to face them and take it from the stride. Easier said than done, but I always believe time and perseverance outlast all. I have chosen to move on and getting started for the new year ahead. I sincerely urged all my close ones to do likewise too…

P/s: I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for sticking around. You know who you are, really appreciated. I luv u all…….ok! This sounded gay!! But like I give a shit!! Buzz off!! Like I care….