No, dear. It's very important. In the process of learning, precision is very important.
You must learn how to learn the real knowledge, 100% knowledge.
Remember, it's your attittude, not your aptitude which determines your success.
Learning how to learn knowledge is your stepping stone to success.

Just wan2 tell you that not all translated words are correct.
I'll translate it into English later.

What does "..." mean?

Dear Lemon, do you know French?

L-I-F-E

“Life is beautiful and yet life is not a bed of roses. Though it is full of ups and downs it has many facets of blessings and successes.
To some people, life is hard, cruel and merciless. These set of people see life as punishment throughout their entire lives. They therefore resigned themselves to fate, believing all is finished. To them, nothing that they do can ever be good. They take delight in committing crimes and maiming others to avenge their ill-fortune. They lost every sense of direction and most times, some of them go as far as committing suicide, just to escape the injustice life has meted out to them.
But there are those who see life as a challenge, a channel of discovery and innovation, a prospect for success and a gateway to wealth. To them life is sweet, colourful and kind. No matter the situation these people find themselves, they keep pressing on, believing in a cause, a cause to succeed and get the most out of life. No wonder an adage says, “Where there is life, there is hope.”
The will to succeed or fail lies within an individual jurisdiction. You can live life to the fullest with utmost satisfaction and fulfillment if you determine with all your mind, body and soul to succeed. On the other hand, life can be miserable to you if you take everything for granted and wait on fate to play itself out.
Setting of goals and strategic plans that will strive no matter the odds which may move against you is one of the basic things needed to get the best out of life. These goals which must be result oriented, should be followed up consistently even if things seem blurred or unyielding at first.
Also, the mind is the centre of everything. It controls your thoughts and beliefs. A focused mind has never fail. A positive mind helps one to discover his talents and potentials. Great men and women, both living and dead, had their minds focused on something and nothing deterred them from achieving their dreams. Each of them had a belief, should I say faith, which they held onto, they nurture the belief, focused all their attention and live on it. And today, we have benefited in one way or the other from their inventions and great ideas.
Life is a challenge. And for anyone to succeed in life, he must be ready to show the stuff he is made of. He must be ready to sacrifice his time and build up his mind frame toward success. What is happening in our environment should not influence or affect us in our daily quest for success in life. Instead, we should control the happenings around us.
Life is so easy, yet many people rush and miss what they want to achieve in life. Don’t rush in life. Take one step at a time. Each step should be properly planned before being launched. Steady, balance, mark and shoot. And before you know it, the sky will become the beginning of your success.
All the great men of today, has one way or the other tasted the other side of life but they did not cower. Instead, they were renewed to redefine their goals; they ride on with faith, believing in their potentials, focusing their mind on something, knowing fully well that in every black cloud there is always a silver lining.
I take life to be very simple and do you know what? Life is to be enjoyed. What about you?

Je vous aime

Quelque fois je pense que je reve, parce-que je ne peux pas croire que vous etes ici. Il ne semble que nous nous sommes connus toute la vie, cest vrai quand meme, je n'ai tellement vis. Ma cherie, je vous regarde et ma coeur commence a chante. Le chanson et tres simple, les mots sont trop vraix: Je vous aime, et je vous aimesrais aux derniere jour.

Don't overdo .....

I feel so sorry that I've just hurt an innocent girl who simply has a passion on taking care of puppies.

I guess I was out of my mind just now.
How can I release my emotions on her in such a cruel manner?
I just wish I could revert the whole incident and if I were given a second chance, I would not do it again. CERTAINLY I WON'T!

Doggie, if you are reading this now, please accept my apology.
I promise I'll never joke again.
Never never never never never....
Never again in my entire life.......

The Greatest Love of All

I believe the children are our future

Teach them well and let them lead the way

Show them all the beauty they possess inside

Give them a sense of pride to make it easier

Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

Everybody's searching for a hero

People need someone to look up to

I never found anyone to fulfill my needs

A lonely place to be

So I learned to depend on me

I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadow

If I fail, if I succeed

At least I'll live as I believe

No matter what they take from me

They can't take away my dignity

Because the greatest love of all

Is happening to me

I found the greatest love of all

Inside of me

The greatest love of all

Is easy to achieve Learning to love yourself

It is the greatest love of all

I believe the children are our future

Teach them well and let them lead the way

Show them all the beauty they possess inside

Give them a sense of pride to make it easier

Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be.
And if by chance, that special place

That you've been dreaming of

Leads you to a lonely place

Find your strength in love

Hello

I've been alone with you inside my mind And in my dreams I've kissed your lips, A thousand times. I sometimes see you pass outside my door. Hello, Is it me you're lookin' for? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your smile. You're all I've' ever wanted, And my arms are open wide. 'Cause you know just what to say, And you know just what to do. And I want to tell you so much, "I love you." I long to see the sunlight in you hair. And tell you time and time again, How much I care. Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow. Hello, I've just got to let you know, 'Cause I wonder where you are And I wonder what you do. Are you somewhere feeling lonely, Or is someone loving you? Tell me how to win your heart, For I haven't got a clue. But let me start by saying, "I love you." Hello, is it me you're looking for? 'Cause I wonder where you are And I wonder what you do. Are you somewhere feeling lonely, Or is someone loving you? Tell me how to win your heart, For I haven't got a clue. But let me start by saying, "I love you."

Announcement!

Ms Charidy will be back tomorrow. Please inform the others.

The Little Prince - Chapter Four

I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house!
But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to the great planets--such as the Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Venus--to which we have given names, there are also hundreds of others, some of which are so small that one has a hard time seeing them through the telescope. When an astronomer discovers one of these he does not give it a name, but only a number. He might call it, for example, "Asteroid 325."
I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B-612.
This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer, in 1909.


On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe what he said.
Grown-ups are like that . . .
Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his report.


If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: "I saw a house that cost $20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that is!"
Just so, you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612," then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions.
They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people.
But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference. I should have liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have like to say: "Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than himself, and who had need of a sheep . . ."
To those who understand life, that would have given a much greater air of truth to my story.
For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures . . .
It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils. It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside, since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors, too, in the little prince's height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling.
In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.

A new philosophy

When I reached school this morning, I thought I wouldn't be talking to her for the trouble she created. But I think I was defeated once again by my sympathy. When I looked at the piteous eyes of that student, my heart melted. Despite ignoring her, I related the seriousness of the incident to her and the consequences that I might be facing resulted from her ignorance about the matter.

Students students... you are a creation of God .... to test my patience and dedication towards my profession. If only I could calm myself down and be in her shoes, I would have understood who the actual culprit was.

I pondered again and again, I thought I was the most revengeful animal on earth but I realised, out of the blue, that I'm an animal who changes its mind easily within hours.

Forgive and forget ......... my new philosophy.

A stupid act by a stupid person

One student ruined my mood today.
Without my prior permission, she called the senior assistant and another teacher, demanding for chairs.
Why do students always think that they are very smart?
Don't they know that the procedure is a very important element in everthing they do?
This naive girl has got me into so much trouble.
Hate it!
If you think you can outsmart me, then you might as well take over my place as the advisor of the club.

The Little Prince - Chapter Three

It took me a long time to learn where he came from. The little prince, who asked me so many questions, never seemed to hear the ones I asked him. It was from words dropped by chance that, little by little, everything was revealed to me.
The first time he saw my airplane, for instance (I shall not draw my airplane; that would be much too complicated for me), he asked me:
"What is that object?"
"That is not an object. It flies. It is an airplane. It is my airplane."
And I was proud to have him learn that I could fly.
He cried out, then:
"What! You dropped down from the sky?"
"Yes," I answered, modestly.
"Oh! That is funny!"
And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
Then he added:
"So you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?"
At that moment I caught a gleam of light in the impenetrable mystery of his presence; and I demanded, abruptly:
"Do you come from another planet?"
But he did not reply. He tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from my plane:
"It is true that on that yo ucan't have come from very far away..."
And he sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time. Then, taking my sheep out of his pocket, he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure.
You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the "other planets." I made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject.
"My little man, where do you come from? What is this 'where I live,' of which you speak? Where do you want to take your sheep?"
After a reflective silence he answered:
"The thing that is so good about the box you have given me is that at night he can use it as his house."
"That is so. And if you are good I will give you a string, too, so that you can tie him during the day, and a post to tie him to."
But the little prince seemed shocked by this offer:
"Tie him! What a queer idea!"
"But if you don't tie him," I said, "he will wander off somewhere, and get lost."
My friend broke into another peal of laughter:
"But where do you think he would go?"
"Anywhere. Straight ahead of him."
Then the little prince said, earnestly:
"That doesn't matter. Where I live, everything is so small!"
And, with perhaps a hint of sadness, he added:
"Straight ahead of him, nobody can go very far..."

The Little Prince - Chapter Two

So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.
The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice. It said:
"If you please-- draw me a sheep!"
"What!"
"Draw me a sheep!"
I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard. I looked carefully all around me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who stood there examining me with great seriousness. Here you may see the best potrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.
That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me in my painter's career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw anything, except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.
Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in astonishment. Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles from any inhabited region. And yet my little man seemed neither to be straying uncertainly among the sands, nor to be fainting from fatigue or hunger or thirst or fear. Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle of the desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation. When at last I was able to speak, I said to him:
"But-- what are you doing here?"
And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of great consequence:
"If you please-- draw me a sheep..."
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen. But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that I did not know how to draw. He answered me:
"That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep..."
But I had never drawn a sheep. So I drew for him one of the two pictures I had drawn so often. It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside. And I was astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with,
"No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside a boa constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very small. What I need is a sheep. Draw me a sheep."
So then I made a drawing.
He looked at it carefully, then he said:
"No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another."
So I made another drawing.
My friend smiled gently and indulgenty.
"You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."
So then I did my drawing over once more.
But it was rejected too, just like the others.
"This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time."
By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.
And I threw out an explanation with it.
"This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."
I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:
"That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass?"
"Why?"
"Because where I live everything is very small..."
"There will surely be enough grass for him," I said. "It is a very small sheep that I have given you."
He bent his head over the drawing:
"Not so small that-- Look! He has gone to sleep..."
And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince

The Little Prince - Chapter One

Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."
I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:
I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.

But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.

Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:
"That is a hat."

Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

What does it bring?

A moment to cherish ...

A moment to share ...

with your love ones ...

unforgettable ...

an everlasting moment ...

but ...

what does it bring in actual life?

pride? glory?

it means nothing actually ......

Oneself

As usual ......

In school, one always looks like a teacher.
In school, one always behaves like a teacher.
In school, one always talks like a teacher.
In school, one always looks proper and prim.
In school, one always looks confident and definite.

However.....

When one is alone, one always hides under the bed.
When one is alone, one always mumbles to oneself.
When one is alone, one always sobs upon listening to sad tunes.
When one is alone, one always falls into the deep end.
When one is alone, one is never the same as the one in school.

Why .....

The reason is, one is an adult.
The reason is, one has too much to bear.
The reason is, one has too many regrets in her past.
The reason is, one does not know how to face tomorrow.
The reason is, one no longer recognises who one is.

This is life ......
A never ending story .....

I'm waiting for your return....

I'm waiting
Waiting for a girl to return to her homeland
I know that this takes time
It might be days
Even weeks
I shall wait
Wait for my girl to return to her homeland
I shall never give up
As there is someone there who needs my love
I shall wait ... patiently
for your return .....

An insane teacher

I feel terrible.
I must be insane.
I think I'm sick ... ... ... mentally ..... ???
I think I'm .... .... .... ?
On no, not again!!!
Help me, please.

Venice

Can you bake me some?

Nobody views my blog

Since I discovered that my blog was manipulated by the others, I locked it and only permitted my lovely students to view my blog.
But ....
No one has visited my blog anymore.
How come?
Sorry, I don't know.
Dear Lemon, can you provide an answer to this?

She wants to know .....

Girl A sent me an email. Threw me with one unharmful question.
She wanted to know if her tutor was educated in a vernacular school.
The tutor was confused.
How did she pop up with that question?
Without a second thought, a definite answer was given almost immediately.
Girl A was not convinced.
The same question was posted again.
Tutor turned to herself and started to mumble,
What is the truth?
The tutor told herself,
The truth is what I believe is true.
I trust myself.
I will never question myself about the truth, cause I know what the truth is.
I always believe in myself.

My afternoon tea

Feeling hungry on my way home.

Craving for egg tarts but can't get my favourite Ipoh egg tarts here.

Drove past Berkat supermarket, saw some tarts in the bakery.

Ok lah, try one. (RM1.50 ~ a bit costly...)

Ooooo.... not bad woh! Not too sweet, suits my taste.

** P.S. of course not as good as Ipoh egg tarts lah.......

Papa & I

Guess how old I was when this picture was taken

REMEMBER

Remember that your presence is a present to the world.
Remember that you are a unique and unrepeatable creation.
Remember that your life can be what you want it to be.
Remember to take the days just one at a time.
Remember to count your blessings, not your troubles.
Remember that you’ll make it through whatever comes along.
Remember that most of the answers you need are within you.
Remember those dreams waiting to be realised.
Remember that decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Remember to always reach for the best that is within you.
Remember that nothing wastes more energy than worry.
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
Remember that the longer you carry a grudge, the heavier it gets.
Remember not to take things too seriously.
Remember to laugh.Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot goes forever.
Remember that happiness is more often found in giving than in getting.
Remember that life’s treasures are people, not things.

Remember

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Who am I?

Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
I must learn how to treasure what I have now.
I must learn how to love the people whom I love.
I must learn how to love the people who love me.
I must learn how to set myself free.
The most regretful moment in my life is when I can't return to the past to overwrite my story - some incidents which I wish I could erase.
However, I should be grateful too as I need not return to the past to witness some inevitable incidents.
I'm currently standing in the middle of nowhere.
Could it be the crossroad?
The cliff?
The edge of a building?
Or the end of my dignity?
Do I really love myself?
Perhaps.... I don't.
Will I love myself?
Perhaps.... I don't have a say in this matter.
Should I love myself?
Perhaps.... I'm not the right person to answer this.
I often ask myself:
If you don't love yourself, who else on earth do you expect to love you then?

If ....
One day .....
My parents hate me .....
My colleagues hate me ......
My students hate me ......

Then,

Should I still love myself?
Who determines my emotions?
Me?
No....
I'm no longer the mastermind of my thinking and motions.
I'm living as a shadow.
At times, it may appear brighter but most of the time, it appears dimmer.
Who am I to tell my beloved students that they should value themselves?
I want them to love themselves.
But ....
Why am I not told by myself that I should love myself more?
Once, a poet said:
You must love yourself first before you are able to love the others.
Do I not love my parents?
No, I love them more than I do.
Do I love my friends?
No, I haven't any friends.

Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

Goodbye, Grandpa!

Grandfather passed away this morning. Nobody could catch the last glimpse of his. The hospital informed them about the critical condition of Grandpa and everyone rushed to the hospital upon receiving the news. However, it's too late. Sam Yee and Uncle Richard must have heard of this and they should be in the midst of arranging flights to come back to Malaysia. Didn't expect grandpa to go off so soon. Was told that his condition was not stable yesterday but just couldn't imagine that things could happen so fast. It might be a good thing for him to go off without much struggling and pain. Everyone of us should be thankful to God as God has really answered our prayers to let Grandpa die in peace for we knew that he would be in a lot of pain if his condition were to drag on till the end stage. Where is Grandpa now? May be he is on his way to meeting Grandma, or they could have already reunited. May be he wasn't alone the moment he left, Grandma must have been with him and guided him all the way to Heaven. We will always miss you, Grandpa. May you rest in peace. Love you.

Destressed!

Piglet Piggy Piggoooooo

Chilli? Hmm... I can't eat too spicy food. I only 'banjir' my nasi lemak with sambal, finished the whole jar of chilli at the wonton mee stall, added triple amount of chilli powder into my fried kuetiau, and drink extra-spicy tomyum soup once a week.

Nola, lied to you! I had it in a hotel!
However, only experts like me can arrange the food in such a presentable manner.
Agreed?

My meal looks nice?

Because I have plenty of stock in the refrigerator, be it western, continental, chinese or Japanese style. Heh heh! Food presentation is everything!

Last Saturday's Breakfast

Harrods's Bears

Hundreds of Harrods's bears! Wow!

Mary had a little lamb

A cute lamb from Holland

Hey! Please! You mean I look very old now?!

Dare to touch it?

This is how one of my socks look like after being worn for five days in Terengganu.

>.<

Gassho

A place I'm longing to visit......

Sandwiches from London

Oh oh, I feel hungry now.

Tea at Heaver's Castle

Muak....

Belgium Waffle

This is undeniably good!

Escargots!

Try it, if you dare to ..... Hehehehehe

(Fa Guo Wuo Niu)

Cute cute key chains

English Afternoon Tea

Lovely citrus tart from Paris

Just to cheer you up!

Sinking .... sinking .....

On the first of December, I was commisioned to sail away on the ship that was sinking, forty nights and forty days. And while I went under the tears of a murdered land, was turning the earth into sand. I was too cold to be sleeping so I light up a candle of regret to burn the secret I'm keeping, and pray that someday I can forget. The cries of my people, the world of doubt inside my head, I think of the day when I'm gone ....

Am I alone here? Are there others like me too? I'm safe in my capsule and unable to move. How long has it been now, and where will this journey end? Will it end?

I don't know... I don't know .... I don't know .......

Homemade Egg Tarts

Look at these dainty egg tarts! Delicate, crispy and tasty!

I'm the best egg tarts baker in the world! Hahahahaha ..........

Christmas in Prague

One of the most romantic cities in the world!

Welcome to Budapest

The Love Story of Ralph And Edna

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,doesn't mean they don' t love you with all they have. Ralph and Ednawere both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they werewalking past the hospital swimming pool. Ralph suddenly jumped intothe deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulledhim out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroicact she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, asshe now considered her to be mentally stable.When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good newsand bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you wereable to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving thelife of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displayssound mindedness. The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroomwith his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, buthe's dead.'Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. Howsoon can I go home?'Happy Mental Health Day!