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I just realised I forgotten to post about something on Monday.
On that very day,it was the first ever time I finished the ink of a pen.
It had always been the case for me that before the ink was used up,nothing could be written on the paper.

The top one is the one with no ink whereas the bottom one is the one with ink. =)

Yesterday I was quite surprised that YH came to my house~
His father brought him here.
It's been SO long since I last saw him.
Initially when I saw a small boy running outside my corridor,the question 'Was that YH?' did flashed past my mind.
However I dismissed that thought after a second as it seemed quite impossible.
Anyway,I have not mentioned what's YH's relationship with my family right?
My mother had been a babysitter started when I was like 4 years old.
YH,now 6 years old was the third child my mother babysat.
The first girl is already a 14 years old demure,clever young lady currently studying in a girls' school.
The second one is about 7 years old if I did not remember wrongly?
She is a bubbly and active girl who always seems to be full of energy.
Both of them have a younger brother,but my mother only took care of their brothers for a few months because they each hired a maid to help them do so.
I still remembers when YH was young,he slapped Mei Yan's face( oOps),once drool on Shinee's hand and likes to play with TT,while J bullied his elder sister.

I find YH quite pitiful...
His parents are going to divorce soon.
I was appalled at this very fact when my mother broke the news to me.
He is still so young and he already has to face the cruel reality. (That he is going to grow up without a mother and being seperated from his elder sister whom he is very close with)
His mother is taking his sister,while his father is taking him.
I also heard that YH's grandmother forbid his father from seeing his own daughter.
What kind of grandmother is that?!!!!!!
Furthermore,it is the grandmother who only wants to keep her granddaughter and do not wants her own grandson.
OMG,she definitely is much more worse than a witch.
She could be a witch's mentor!
My mother had wanted to take YH in as her own godson especially when she saw him became so skinny.
I don't mind having a younger brother,but my father dislike that idea.

He's so damn cute at the same time very disgusting.
He digs his nose very often.
After which,he suck his finger(the one he used to pick his nose) and told me that it taste nice.
He even asked me to try =.=
I asked him whether or not is he afraid of ghost he said no.
When I started to describe the look of a typical long hair ghost,he ran away from the room (HAHAHA)
I moved on to ask him more questions like 'Are you scared of insects?'
His answer was 'No' again.
I said 'How about worms or lizard?'
His reply was I will eat the worm and cut the lizard's body. (eEuck....)

Everyday 7-10p.m. is my drama time!
It was the same for yesterday as well.
I switched on the TV and adjusted the volume to a pleasant one.
He then told me he knows how to sing the opening theme song of that channel 8 7p.m. drama.
In the end he really sang it after I cajole him to.
Hmms hmms...
He sings quite well actually.

Let me share with you a story of my friend's.
It all happened when she was young(she couldn't remember the exact age),roughly about when she was in kindergarten or even younger.
She vaguely remembers that almost every day during a period of time,she would always see her mother squatting down at one corner of the room and weeping for hours.
While tears were rolling down her cheeks,she threatened to commit suicide together with the then little girl(my friend).
The reason told was that they were not wanted anymore.
An unhappy marriage due to no mutual trust was what it seemed to be.
The little girl as described by the adjective was still little at that time,she couldn't possibly understand about the 'adults' world'.
All she did was to cry together with her mother while repeating the sentence,'mama,don die....mama,don die...'
Everyday,she lived in the fear of losing her mother,leaving her alone.
She did not forget about this incident after so many years.
Fortunately,she also did not develop any phobia of marriage or so as it seemed.
However the recollection of this dreadful incident has always brought her heart wrenching moments.
She wanted to clarify with her mother what exactly happened in the past,but did not do so.
What stopped her was the fact that this action might provoke her mother into recalling the unpleasant past.
I really could not think of how will a divorce affect YH.
I hope he will remain as cheerful as he is now.

I started to feel we should really count our numbers of blessings everyday.
Like on Tuesday,my father had an car accident.
Luckily he was not injured and neither was there any casualties.
This is one blessing he received.
Today,everything was smooth for me=blessed
My family members are all safe and sound=blessed
I did not fell down from the stairs=blessed
I was not robbed=blessed
Nothing embarrassing happened to me=blessed
There's much more.
Start to count your blessings and you will feel life is really wonderful.

I just realised I forgotten to post about something on Monday.
On that very day,it was the first ever time I finished the ink of a pen.
It had always been the case for me that before the ink was used up,nothing could be written on the paper.

The top one is the one with no ink whereas the bottom one is the one with ink. =)

Yesterday I was quite surprised that YH came to my house~
His father brought him here.
It's been SO long since I last saw him.
Initially when I saw a small boy running outside my corridor,the question 'Was that YH?' did flashed past my mind.
However I dismissed that thought after a second as it seemed quite impossible.
Anyway,I have not mentioned what's YH's relationship with my family right?
My mother had been a babysitter started when I was like 4 years old.
YH,now 6 years old was the third child my mother babysat.
The first girl is already a 14 years old demure,clever young lady currently studying in a girls' school.
The second one is about 7 years old if I did not remember wrongly?
She is a bubbly and active girl who always seems to be full of energy.
Both of them have a younger brother,but my mother only took care of their brothers for a few months because they each hired a maid to help them do so.
I still remembers when YH was young,he slapped Mei Yan's face( oOps),once drool on Shinee's hand and likes to play with TT,while J bullied his elder sister.

I find YH quite pitiful...
His parents are going to divorce soon.
I was appalled at this very fact when my mother broke the news to me.
He is still so young and he already has to face the cruel reality. (That he is going to grow up without a mother and being seperated from his elder sister whom he is very close with)
His mother is taking his sister,while his father is taking him.
I also heard that YH's grandmother forbid his father from seeing his own daughter.
What kind of grandmother is that?!!!!!!
Furthermore,it is the grandmother who only wants to keep her granddaughter and do not wants her own grandson.
OMG,she definitely is much more worse than a witch.
She could be a witch's mentor!
My mother had wanted to take YH in as her own godson especially when she saw him became so skinny.
I don't mind having a younger brother,but my father dislike that idea.

He's so damn cute at the same time very disgusting.
He digs his nose very often.
After which,he suck his finger(the one he used to pick his nose) and told me that it taste nice.
He even asked me to try =.=
I asked him whether or not is he afraid of ghost he said no.
When I started to describe the look of a typical long hair ghost,he ran away from the room (HAHAHA)
I moved on to ask him more questions like 'Are you scared of insects?'
His answer was 'No' again.
I said 'How about worms or lizard?'
His reply was I will eat the worm and cut the lizard's body. (eEuck....)

Everyday 7-10p.m. is my drama time!
It was the same for yesterday as well.
I switched on the TV and adjusted the volume to a pleasant one.
He then told me he knows how to sing the opening theme song of that channel 8 7p.m. drama.
In the end he really sang it after I cajole him to.
Hmms hmms...
He sings quite well actually.

Let me share with you a story of my friend's.
It all happened when she was young(she couldn't remember the exact age),roughly about when she was in kindergarten or even younger.
She vaguely remembers that almost every day during a period of time,she would always see her mother squatting down at one corner of the room and weeping for hours.
While tears were rolling down her cheeks,she threatened to commit suicide together with the then little girl(my friend).
The reason told was that they were not wanted anymore.
An unhappy marriage due to no mutual trust was what it seemed to be.
The little girl as described by the adjective was still little at that time,she couldn't possibly understand about the 'adults' world'.
All she did was to cry together with her mother while repeating the sentence,'mama,don die....mama,don die...'
Everyday,she lived in the fear of losing her mother,leaving her alone.
She did not forget about this incident after so many years.
Fortunately,she also did not develop any phobia of marriage or so as it seemed.
However the recollection of this dreadful incident has always brought her heart wrenching moments.
She wanted to clarify with her mother what exactly happened in the past,but did not do so.
What stopped her was the fact that this action might provoke her mother into recalling the unpleasant past.
I really could not think of how will a divorce affect YH.
I hope he will remain as cheerful as he is now.

I started to feel we should really count our numbers of blessings everyday.
Like on Tuesday,my father had an car accident.
Luckily he was not injured and neither was there any casualties.
This is one blessing he received.
Today,everything was smooth for me=blessed
My family members are all safe and sound=blessed
I did not fell down from the stairs=blessed
I was not robbed=blessed
Nothing embarrassing happened to me=blessed
There's much more.
Start to count your blessings and you will feel life is really wonderful.