-原来我拥有太多的幸福-

老婆婆正努力卖纸皮，为生活。

看到了吗？满足。单单个包子就让他们幸福...

为生活，努力着，劳力着，只能换来泪水吗？

即使苦，纵然穷，也能拥有爱..简单的动作，无尽的爱，

公平吗？同样只是小孩，却有着不同的童年..

你的学校不好？冷气不够？那他们呢?

家务很累吗？耕田何止家务般夺汗与力...

studio 太小？ 他们的“很大”呢...

她手中的洗衣粉袋就是她的书包，寒酸，但她开心笑了，

让人红了眼眶的微笑...

这就是他们的童年...

谁说老了就能享清福？

婆婆，你累了吗？

1000m 的路程 + 近白kg的矿= 1块钱

谁说掉在地下食物不能吃？

让人心痛的手交手..

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原来我一直拥有好多好多的幸福，

就像氧气一样，

包围着，被忽略着，

凭什么，

我抱怨着某某已经过时了，

当他人只能把别人不要的，

当作至宝地珍惜着.

凭什么，

我埋怨着工作太沉重，

当他人为了赚丁点生活费，

日夜不计地劳累着.

凭什么，

我厌烦着经常吃相似的东西，

当他人为了那天不用挨饿，

开心了老半天.

感谢主，你赐给我的幸福，

那就是无私付出的爸爸与妈妈，

我才得以安适的生活着，

他们劳累，为了生活，

更为我们三姐妹的未来，

我真的有珍惜吗？

为何还如此不懂事，

来得及吗？

用心地回报他们,

挚爱的爸仔，妈仔，和可爱的姐姐与妹妹，

谢谢你们能够成为我的避风港.

p/s:有人说，“FAMILY” 代表Father and Mother，I Love You.

-A story to share with you all-

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents
plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a
handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I
stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discoveredabout the stolen
money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a
bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned,
too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine,
if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped
father's hand and
said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's
back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother
until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and
scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now.
What other embarrassing things will you be
possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless
thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds
from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the
night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with
his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has
happened."

i still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did
Yearsgone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I
will never forget my brother's __expression when he protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my
brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an
upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted
into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard,
smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good
results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What
is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that time, my
brother walked out, he stood in front
of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have
read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a
spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the
streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished yourstudy!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow
money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen
face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not
be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the
university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left
the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He
sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting
into a university is not easy. I will go find a joband I will send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.
Thatyear, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father
borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from
carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to
get to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told
me,"There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His
whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why
did you not tell my roommate that you are mybrother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if
they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt
so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my
brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't care
what peoplewould say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair
and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you
should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my
brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that
the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.
The house wasscrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in
front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning
the house!" But she told me with a smile,"

It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see
the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."
I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like
there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it
hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the
construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not
stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned
my back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got
married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to
come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the
village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He
said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of
mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to
accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my
brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead
for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he
got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited
him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,
"Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do
something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You ar suffering a serious
injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of
brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and
would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My
husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in
education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said
and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30
years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the
wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one
person you respect and love the most?"

Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He continued
by telling a story I could not even remember.
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.
Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home.
One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.
She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her
hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even
hold her chopsticks.

From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my
sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All
guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my
whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this
happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face
again.

-Original article from email-

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I just got back from school, after a presentation,

how is the presentation? hm...not good. 

almost all of us kena tembak..haha..

anyway, mr. david is a good conceptual designer,

just a little prattle...

As usual, reached home, sign in for mailbox,

check mails. This is an email sent by auntie catherine,

a nice auntie in australia.

I think it is a good story to share with you all,

maybe it's lame for sharing this kind of article instead of 

latest entertainment stuff,

but i really think it worth couple minutes to peruse,

Thanks to god,

i have also sisters who really treat me as nice as the 'brother'

in the article.

My warm, sweet sinn chai and cute little princess b chai,

In my family, we called each other's name followed by "chai"  behind it,

"chai" in chinese mean small, young... So i called my dad, ba chai.

my mum, ma chai, my eldest sis, sinn chai (most of the time, my younger

sis called her "fei" -means fat in chinese Sinn), my younger sister called b chai,

hm...i think i'm kinda out of topic edi...ok, let's get back to the track,

Sinn chai is the one whom i will first looking for when i get in trouble,

haha, she is really pretty, since we are kid, my parents always not with us,

as they need to work, my sis will be our guardian,

bring us to eat at food stall near by the house,

when she was only five years old.

Cool, huh?

I always fight with b chai last time,

sinn chai support me most of the time,

I remember one fight with b chai, 

we fight for a table lamp,

yea...ok, i know u think we were childish,

kids is like that for usual.

Usually, i will lost in the fight with b chai,

b chai successfully 'rampas' my table lamp,

refuse to give me back with some unknown reasons,

so, i cried. Sinn chai heard my voice, take the lamp back,

and scold b chai until she cried. And then i go pujuk b chai,

and give the table lamp for her. I'm really useless,

fight like crazy, but can't tahan her tears.

Actually when we were kids, we dislike sinn chai,

Why? cause she was our little guardian when parents not around,

and she would report to parents when we were naughty.

But when we growth up, we know, she is a really good and caring sis,

she is smart in everything, but sometimes blur with her own stuff,

my cute sweet sinn chai....

anway, actually my younger sis also a caring gal,

she changed a lot, became more considerate,

everytime if i was angry o sad, she will come to me,

maybe draw some "beautiful" comic to cheer me,

when she made me angry,

sometimes she was the first one whom

will smooth my sadness when my parents scold me,

Thanks to god, for sister like them.

-New members of Lee's family-

 

Taa...daa...This is my new family member,Duffy,

It's a cute puppy, right?

My younger sister's boyfriend saw this little puppy by roadside,

hungry and trembling like a leaf,

He brought this puppy back without ask for my sister permission,

and planned to put it in my dad's house in kampar,

of course it's secret and can't let my dad know,

cause we are not sure whether he allow us to feed this puppy o not.

My sister called me and sent few of duffy's handsome pictures to me,

tried to persuade me to help her to pujuk my dad,

of course i fell in her trap, cause duffy is really cute.

One friday, the fourth day, we adopted it,

my dad suddenly came to her house...hm...i should said my dad house,

yea...then he saw the dog, and asked my sister to give it to other people,

as we edi have lucky, 

but it's too cute and hard for us to give it away to other,

we ignored dad's order.

After few days later, my dad came to kampar again,

at last, agree to allow us have this little dog in our house.

So, here he come, duffy to our family...

oh, btw, the little cross on its chest is really cool...

it's also one of the minor reason my parents let us keep it,

cause we are fresh christian...haha...superstition help duffy survive,

and joined our family.....

oh yea....actually i din saw it for real before....as i din go back hometown,

for almost month edi....i just saw its photos and videos only....

but i still think it's cute....

-Tenji-

My parents came to meet us(my eldest sis and me) on 05/02/09,

When my parents first arrived my room,

as usual, 

they started to explore my room to search anything i need to renew/fix.

My dad brought me a simple nice cross, nailed it on my wall,

cause he said i'm alone in my room, i might scare sometimes o anything,

it can calm me. ya, indeed.

After rest a while in my room, we departed to my sister's hostel to pick her

and proceed to our destination, TENJI japanese buffet restaurant.

At the beginning, we planned to go to Shogun, another similiar restaurant,

My sis suggested us to give this restaurant a try.

Along the ride to there, i was kept on telling my sis tat if the restaurant not good,

i'll kill her(as i want to go to Shogun so much),

but when i reached there, the restaurant really took my breath away,

it's really charming.

With mist, the restaurant surrounded by great environment,

super duper romantic.

The design of the restaurant also nice and most important,

there are lots of food, with fresh seafood, various japanese food,

cakes and haagen dazs  ice-creams~~~~

omg.

the second day, we went to few shopping center, ikea,

for window shopping. nothing much we done tat day,

yet, i enjoyed very much.

After my parents back to ipoh, i started to miss them,

every little new changes in my room remind me of them.

a little cross, a new vacuum, new bed cover, new arrangement in my bathroom,

every simple changes remind me,

i have a great happy family.

thanks god, for granted me a simple happy life with them by my side. amen

-My Lovely Dog-

Just now, i just read one of my net friend's blog.

She lost her dog....again.

From her blog, it's not hard to feel how sad she is...it make me think about my dog.

Lucky, came to my house since 15Th of November in 1998.

It was fate, for his arrival to our family.

There was a theif tried to break into my house.

my dad worry about our safety.

He decided to feed a dog to guard my house.

We planned to buy a dog,

a Dobberman.

Of course, it's expensive.

My mum didn't hope we spend money on a dog,

so, she brought us (my sisters and me),

to one broken house( which located in front of my mum shop)

to choose one puppy.

three of us,

fell in love at the first sight of lucky,

(lucky look exactly like the dog in previous blog i posted)

we were young,

when lucky came to our family.

my dad and mum also had their own job,

seldom at home before 6pm.

Lucky,

became our best target to play with.

We would secretly let him came into our house

when there were lightings and thunders.

(he scared of thunder, but my dad din allow him came into house)

When he was one year old,

he became naughty.

He dug holes in my dad's favourite garden

(my dad spent lots of time to decorate the garden)

He bite my mum's towels

(which gonna used for my mum's saloon)

My dad and mum were so angry,

wanted to send him away.

We can't stop them,

though we felt sad cause he is our first pet

I hid behind the curtain,

when the vet drove his truck to our house.

I hid behind the curtain,

when i saw lucky locked in his own cage

(my dad built it himself with steel frames and bars)

and moved by dad and the vet onto the truck.

I hid behind the curtain,

when i saw lucky barking with sad tone.

I hid behind the curtian,

when i saw my dad asked the vet helped him

to move the cage back to its original position.

I hid behind the curtain,

when i saw my dad

finally decided to give a last chance to lucky to stay with us.

lucky never dig holes or bite towels anymore....

but he bite birds, mice, etc...

haha...my cute dog.

he is a clever and handsome dog,

cause,

he will eat when i say: "eat"

he will go into the cage when i say: "go in!"

he will came to my side when i cried at the garden...

(usually because scolded by parents)

i din bluff, he really do so.

I always buy some dog can-food for him with my own pocket money,

(my dad never know even until now...haha)

I'm the one he likes the most,

( i think so)

cause he will hug my legs and licked my hands...sometimes face

(how he hug? with his two front legs lock my legs and lie on me..haha)

he never do this to other!

but sometimes he also bully me la,

such as, step on my slippers when i was walking,

make me almost fall down,

or hid my shoes behind trees.

I love him so much,

for every good memory he gave.

I remember last year,

dunno when was it.

i came back to my hometown from kl.

before i went back to my house.

my younger sister asked me to be prepare.

"you better prepare, cause u gonna see something make u sad"

i replied:" pls dun tell me lucky died edi!"

my mum:"no la....but..."

my dad:" you dunno mei? lucky have cancer on his ears...

he just came back from a surgery,

the vet help him remove the tumours.

now he deaf edi! vet said he can't listen anymore.

so, he might can't listen to u anymore"

I replied:"yea..right...u think i'll believe you all?

u always fool me!" (laugh-ing)

the car arrived my house when i said this.

i rush down,

waited lucky rush towards me as usual.

he din!

he walked slowly towards me...with shaking steps...

i notice fur nearby his ears shave-off.

He tried to hug me (locked my legs and licked me)

but when he tried to jump,

he can't!

my tears fell like hell....

cause i can't stand he can hear me anymore....

he looked so ill....

my tears fell like hell when i heard

"haha...i told u all edi la, yann sure cry!"

my sister laughed when she said this.

"aiyo, why you cry? we cheated u only, lucky just have little tumour on ears,

removed edi...not cancer...he still can hear! just that he took some narcotic..

so can't walk and jump well."

my tears still falling when i scolded them.

I love my dog very much.

He is ten years old now....

days passed by...

i know i'm losing him.....

he not active like last year anymore...

i know i'm losing him.....

i can't imagine if he leave me....

i pray,

lord, please let me be around him when u want to take him back.

at least let me comb his fur for the last time before he leave,

at least let me say good bye to him,

lord, i pray, please dun let me received call that he leave us when i'm in kl.

at least let me close to him again for the last time.

lord, i pray, at least dun take him back before i graduate.

i pray and ask in the name of your precious son, jesus christ. amen.

P/s: the first picture was took before surgery, the bottom two were after.

that stupid vet accidently cut his ear's soft bone,

now lucky left ear can't stand like last time.

but he still handsome for me, though

- CNY Vs Homesick-

Chinese New Year just past.

This year, i didn't spend many days with family,

as i have to attend classes the next week.

I am 20 years old this year.

There were lots of things happened years ago.

which make me more appreciate them.

I think i consider have a happy family,

though somthing happened years ago.

It was not a good memory,

yet,

It made me releaze,

How deep i misunderstand my mum last time.

I should never blame her.

while she is also just a lady.

who also will feel helpless.

I was stupid last time,

can't see her wounds under a mask.

forgotten all her sacrifices for us.

Well,

thanks god.

She still with us.

The family didn't break.

She changed a lots, to a better mum.

Dad & Mum...Love u 2 much!!