Yeah, whether agree with that sentence or not, I feel the time is really flying, February have come to an end. I have not do anything I have promised to do for this year, I am still hanging around here let the time pass.
I have misuse the term "Young", because of that word, I am simply wasting my time. I thought I will have more time to play, to enjoy, to do whatever I love to.
We always thought that time will wait for us. we often listen to the advise from people to avoid the same mistake and yet we did.
It has been 7 months since I started my first job, while I am still in my gratefulness of smoothly getting a job and enjoy a new environment, the frustration of getting call from home to ask for my return has finally slap onto my face.
I have learnt for a life lesson again.
Whether it is not good to cry during the Lunar New Year, I cried on the third day in the middle of night. Waiting for sister to come back and I cried again, talked to her as if during our childhood, throwback for the few days for CNY, recalled for some of the memories.
The gambling during CNY reminds me of the time when we were still staying in grandma house in Gemencheh, the typical small village that filled up my childhood.
Talked to dad when massage, I was trying to listen to him and ask him question about the old times, I remembered that my elder sister told me that I was taken care by an Indian family when I first born, so I asked him about the story, he said I am being like by all the Indian in the same village, the village in my childhood again, although I have no image of it at all, it is during my first two years.
Then the story continues to how I grew up again, I was being naughty after they take me back home, my dad decided to bring me back to the real 'home', having a hard time, but still got to watch me until I grow up.
It is just within a few days time, the weakening of ones health can be so fast, it is finally watching the recover, then suddenly he fallen down right behind me, when I asked him to wait for me to start the car and reverse, he tried to go to the car and he thought he can make it.
That is how it taught us, recently I am reading a book, still in the halfway reading, it describes the last lesson given by a professor to his student, it is telling other people story, but it somehow as if I am listening to the story of my dad.
I am not sure how long the story can last, in fact, I am not sure if I am able to finish reading the story, but I do hope the story that I am experiencing can be longer. There can be more weeks or months to go. I hope.
