Newborn niece... The first time my mom carried her, she was ok.. but as soon as my mom faced her, she started crying.. haha.. but eventually she stopped crying.. some people said it was not because of my mother and it was actually because she was in a new surrounding.. haha but anyhow.. my parents are finally grand uncles and aunties.. this shows that they are growing.












This is Justin. He picks up lots of things from me. He learn some of my poses and he is really cute.



















This is one of the pose


Many of us still have our grandparents living. I still have my both grandmas but I have never known my grandpas. Having grandmas is really something special. I have seen really few people who are actually close to their grandparents. Grandparents won't live for a very long time. While you still have the chance, get to know your grandparents. Without them you won't be who you are. They have lots of experience and knowledge which they would like to share. Sometimes they are just waiting for us to ask
them.

I haven't got the chance to know my grandma though I lived with her for more 10 years. We had a communication problem. She spoke chinese (almost every dialect) and I could only speak english and bm. I had many problems with her as I was growing up with her. She always asked me for help. I didn't mind helping as she was already wheel bounded. However, sometimes I get really stressed out while helping her and again it was because of our language barrier.

When I come home from school I would immediately take a nap. Sometimes before i even bathe. I would feel really tired and would just like to sleep through the afternoon. However, sometimes my grandma would delibrately wake me up from my beautiful sleep to help her do some stuff. There was once when her radio broke down and she woke me up from my sleep to wake my brother up to ask him to fix it ( she thought that I was not capable). My brother refused to wake up and told me to do it. As I went back down to take a look at the radio, she kept on insisting that my brother should be the one to fix it. I got so angry as I was there trying to help both parties but none were cooperating. my bro didn't want to get up and my grandma didn't want me to fix it. The worst thing was that i couldn't explain to her why I was the one who would be helping her.

Though there were many horrible times, I thank God that I managed to do some stuff for her. And I still remember the good things that she has done. When I was young she used to give me biscuits and sweets even though I didn't want any.Now that she is old and senile, she couldn't remember who I was. It is quite sad at times but it doesn't matter much. It was mostly my fault too as i didn't go the extra mile to visit her at the nursing home every week which my father did.

To all those out there with grandparents, don't ever neglect your grandparents. Cherish every moment you have together and spend time with one another. Never let them forget who you are.


My dad made her pose for the camera with the peace sign.. haha.. she was sporting enough to do it.. though maybe she was unaware.. haha.. there was another racy pose though but pictures were not taken... haha

p.s. my eyes are so small..












Life is like a cycle. As we grow old, we become young again. As I was introducing myself to my grandma (hoping that she would remember me), she asked me for candies. So my dad took out some sweets from his pocket and fed her.. haha
Have you had an encounter with the most disgusting person... ( whoever is reading the blog.. i am not talking about you)... well i pity them.. everything they do will be criticized... even when they do a really nice thing it turns out to be disgusting... this is all part of psychology.... he is not that disgusting... it's just that people's first impression of him is disgusting and so whatever he does has to be disgusting...

Once there lived a boy with knowledge, charisma, loyalty, good character and charming. One day, he was talking to a friend in a private room. The surrounding of the room was all dark with only the sound of the fan which was creating gusts of wind( trying to make the story sound fancy). The room also had a really pungent smell of stale food. Though it was not a really nice and fancy place to have a chat, it was the only place where he could express his feelings.

The boy( not mentioning names) was feeling a little disturbed at that moment and just felt like speaking to a friend who was always busy. He was always busy cause everyone else wanted his attention. He was tall and handsome ( according to a very special person in his life). So the boy was lucky enough to grab a few minutes of his time. So as the boy was sitting on the table while talking, he was quite unconscious of what his hands were doing. The thing that he did was beyond your wildest dreams. It was the most revolting thing anyone has done. He was plucking his........ "leg hair". It was long and curly at the same time. He didn't just pluck one but several.

As class was about to start, he left the room without clearing up the mess he made. Dark, curly leg hair were lying all over the table. What he did was despicable. He made a really big mistake that could leave other people in a state of trauma. So class begin and everything was fine. No one went into the private room.

After class, it was lunch time. Everyone took their lunches and set it on the table at the private room which was normally used for lunch. As a few girls laid their food on the table, a girl started screaming, "Ewww what is that!!!". However, they never moved an inch from their seat or cleared the table. Later on, the boy came in with his lunch and the remote control for the fan. As he sat down comfortably, he switched on the fan and started devouring on his tasty meal. Then a girl, J, approached him and told him about the hair on the table. She criticize about the person who plucked his hair and left it on the table without realizing that the hair belong to the boy. He burst into laughter as he knew that she was talking about the hair that he left on the table. As he confessed that it was his, everyone else laughed along. They continued talking about the matter that some people left the room. J later on said"disgusting boy, your hands are so dirty".

Because of this one event everyone thought that he was really disgusting. There was another moment when he was in the lift with a few others. He started sucking in air loudly and they thought he burped. There was also a girl who started screaming but not moving away, saying that she just washed her hair. Others jsut left the lift. He was not allowed to eat cake with his hands too. He had to use a fork. Who in the whole malaysia uses forks to eat cakes??

However, the boy eventually turn out to be a charming boy. He grew up to be mature and a gentleman. He was no longer disgusting and people forgot the disgusting event that took place.


THE END.

p.s certain parts were made up because of uncertainty. Any further information will be accepted. To all the girls out there, guys are not that disgusting.
What so fun about blogging??? It's like a public diary which you allow everyone in the world to read... in order to create this blog i had to go against everything i believed in... what happened to the Darren i once knew...

why i formed this blog??
1. to recall what i have done everyday
2. to improve my english
3. to let people know who i am and what i am like
4. to criticize those who criticize me
5. to show my future children how great my life is
6. to reflect back on the wrong things and good things i have done for the day
7. to appreciate what God has give me
8. to be adventurous (going against what i believed in)
9. to show the world that i have a blog
10. everyone else have one

p.s. most of these reasons are just crap.. haha