haha.. its a new year! happy new year! happy valentine! xD
maybe i will try to do a new way of blogging ba.. a short story of the things i see during my daily life.. try to put it into a nicer way using my poor english xD
my first story
--assist--Walking along the passage that leads to the waiting point for my angel, I followed behind a petite old lady. She was wearing a flowery peach blossom shirt with a baggy yet stylish old-fashioned black pants. What seemed like a short 20metre walk, seemed to her like a 10km quarter marathon. Slowly, where her destination awaits, the slow, humble steps of hers seemed as if it hits 100% fatique. I stood at the corner, awaiting time to pass. I took a glimpse of her again, who seemed to be finishing her race, digging into her bag of treasury which has her access card to victory carriage. However when she pass through the finishing line, she stood still, just a step in front, trying to bury back the passage pass. While she had difficulty and seeks understanding, people who chose the same lane didn't deliver. Blames, Complains, with sympathy out of the dictionary. My heart sank as i felt useless. It was just 69cents of a small donation to pursue and assist, yet my legs were digging into the mole holes for better water supply. Independance would be a self developed attribute. She walked towards her carriage.
Name : Goh kok koung
Age : 20 going 21
Bday : 28/12/1988
[[ The Wishlist ]]
Everyone to Smile!
Everyone to be happy!
Skate Scooter xD
Having a best friend
Ben Ben
Jewellcy Mei
Kai Hoow
Iszwan
Jia Xuan Bwaddie
Wei Kai Ducky
Weilson
Ying Jia Mummy
Yvonne (Ni Na)
Zhan Yu Fishy
[[ Don't talk crap ]]
haha.. its a new year! happy new year! happy valentine! xD
maybe i will try to do a new way of blogging ba.. a short story of the things i see during my daily life.. try to put it into a nicer way using my poor english xD
my first story
--assist--Walking along the passage that leads to the waiting point for my angel, I followed behind a petite old lady. She was wearing a flowery peach blossom shirt with a baggy yet stylish old-fashioned black pants. What seemed like a short 20metre walk, seemed to her like a 10km quarter marathon. Slowly, where her destination awaits, the slow, humble steps of hers seemed as if it hits 100% fatique. I stood at the corner, awaiting time to pass. I took a glimpse of her again, who seemed to be finishing her race, digging into her bag of treasury which has her access card to victory carriage. However when she pass through the finishing line, she stood still, just a step in front, trying to bury back the passage pass. While she had difficulty and seeks understanding, people who chose the same lane didn't deliver. Blames, Complains, with sympathy out of the dictionary. My heart sank as i felt useless. It was just 69cents of a small donation to pursue and assist, yet my legs were digging into the mole holes for better water supply. Independance would be a self developed attribute. She walked towards her carriage.