I'm sorry that you have to read this over and over again,... "It’s true that we don't truly appreciate what we have…Not until it's gone!". Last Sunday, as usual, I went to church with me familia. We sat right at the back of this family of three - the father, the mother and the daughter. From their appearance, I can see that they are not from that "OK" background. I know we can't simply judge someone by the appearance but somehow,... it really show. OK, enough about that. What I want to highlight here is, the daughter did not treat her parents well, especially the father. She kept scolding the father. I can see that that was the first time the father and the mother visited the church as they are unfamiliar with the ceremony. I feel so sad to see both the father and the mother. And, when the offering ceremony arrives, that when I felt like crying my lung and heart out. I was so touched by what the daughter did. The offering bag was still at the line just in front of them, but, because of his unfamiliarity with the church ceremony (or maybe he thought that the offering bag won't be passed around to their line), he stretched out his hand to put his offering in the offering beg. The daughter scolded him in a very harsh manner (in their own Bidayuh dialect, which I happen to understand), "LATER!". He didn't hear and to my surprise, the daughter "tempias" her father's hand and the money dropped down. It was a 20 cent coin. Can you imagine the sound of the coin dropping on the floor? I can see how the father "susah-payah" bent down to look for the money. For some people, 20 cent is just nothing, but for some, it's something so big. Especially when that is all that they have to give. I cried seeing him like that. If only God gives me a father, I promise I'll never ever do that to my father. For the first time in my life I told God I don't want anything for myself, I prayed for the three of them. I really hope that they'll be given happiness throughout their life and that God will always protect them. I know, somehow, in our midst, God is smiling proudly at them. For they had given whole-heartedly, even though its only give 20 cent. It's not the amount that count, but the heart is what matters. For those who are blessed with a complete family - the father, the mother - appreciate them for you'll never know when you might lose them. Trust me, no one will ever want to live with an incomplete family. Everyone longs for a happy, complete family. Trust me...

Patience is virtue??? Well, I agreed. Won't do any harm if practice daily, though. But, how long can you stand it??? I mean, if you try hard to tolerate people and be patience with them, but in return, you never get that from them. It's not that I demand people to tolerate me, but, I'm just a plain human being, I DO need people to tolerate me, like everyone else does.

So, PLEASE TOLERATE ME... *begging*. I'm saying it out LOUD.

GOSHHHH! I'm desperately needing a job, if possible, outside Kuching (ermmm, I mean, outside Sarawak!). It's not that I'm lupa daratan or kacang lupakan kulit or anything like that, but it's just that I need some changes. Furthermore, I'm tired of being here, seeing that Kuching is very lack of job, especially on IT side. It's about time for me to hold my own cold hard cash, peeps. KAAA-CHINGGG!!!So, pleaseee... Anyone who reads this, I'm begging you to please leave me a comment if you happen to know any job available anywhere. Just drop me a few lines and I'll be very-very-very thankful to you. I might not be able to give you all the richness in the world, but trust me, God will. So, thanks a bunch!!!