Netster 宅男

It has been all work but no rest for the pass 3 weeks. We work from Mon­day to Sun­day, Mon­day to Sun­day, and Mon­day to Sun­day again… I can’t believe me and my staffs had skipped 3 Sat­ur­day and Sun­day with­out rest since end of July!

What’s makes peo­ple suc­cess­ful or enjoy­ing their works? Maybe it’s because of team work? Maybe the right set of objec­tives? Push­ing the limit? But the one thing for sure… me and my teams make a habit of doing the things that other are not will­ing to do.

Melinda Gor­don in Ghost Whis­perer ask­ing are we doing enough in our life? I think I have a same ques­tion because look­ing at what hap­pen in the pass weeks things isn’t run­ning so smooth at my beloved home town.

First there was this guy try­ing to rob, end up beaten to death by the pub­lic. It’s clas­si­fied as mur­der case after­ward. Than there was this gal was mur­dered for some com­pli­cated love tri­an­gle? And the most glue some, wife acci­den­tal killed his hus­band and got pan­ics… chop every parts of her spouse and store in the ice­box. Later was found by a new ten­ant who bought the apartment.

I guess life is too short to waste… but that’s what life is all about… no one runs away from law of aver­ages. It’s complicated.

Let’s love in today… that’s what we hum­ble humans should be doing every day. If you on the break up I’m sorry to hear that but hey! Life goes on…

I like to shout out to my lovely net friend Lavenda… I know it’s hard to let­ting it go but one way or another you have to walk the street you know very well… with­out him. Take some time and you will get over it… because right this moment all the peo­ples in the world shar­ing the same tears as you. So head up… you will be feel­ing okay tomor­row and the day after I like to ded­i­cate this song to you and hope you will like it

This week I have added some of my real life friends I misses to my friend­ster. It’s great to know that they too have a friend­ster account, it’s easy to keep in touch and well you know how life been treat­ing us… it’s easy to over sight of what’s hap­pen­ing to every one of us. No more phone calls and every one head on sep­a­rate ways in life will def­i­nitely make us apart. I’ll like to get together some­time ask­ing how are you?

Tomor­row morn­ing I got to get up early to air­port. I’m going to Kota Kin­a­balu again and later on 24th Aug I’ll be going to Kuala Lumpur. “You know Speed­cat”, “I have never been out side of Malaysia before not until I won that ticket to Aus­tralia”. It does make me real­ize how great this life is. I was not born with a sil­ver spoon. My fam­ily can’t afford the best nice and cozy house, best meals for break­fast, lunch and din­ner for all their chil­dren. We went to school only to see other kids hav­ing nice meals at school can­teen while we only to hope that our par­ents was as rich as them. I guess this part of my life won’t be on this blog tonight… some other day per­haps… Got to get some sleep…

It’s going to be long week a head of me…

Surfer’s Par­adise @ Gold Coast Aus­tralia March 2007. Really misses the place I would like to be there again some day.

The night is still young; I want to be sad this morning…

I have for­got­ten how to be sad for a long time
For a long time I have for­got­ten to remember

I have for­got­ten to cry for a long time
For a long time now I have for­got­ten I’m weak

I have for­got­ten once again who I am
For a long time now I have for­got­ten I’m no body

I remem­ber I’m not born with sil­ver spoon
And I have for­got­ten my own birthday

I tell lies I have for­got­ten my own words
I make a promise and I for­got­ten to fulfill

I once wish to go away, far away
I know it’s hurt but I couldn’t leave my self behind

It’s hurt know­ing I will be for­got­ten
I couldn’t accept my own fate, my faith

Who am I, will be forgotten