My An-An and My Sha-Sha

My baby, you..
Are the reason I can fly..
Because of you..
I don't have to wonder why..

My Baby You by Mark Anthony

What I've Learnt After Two Weeks in 2006

I learn that to be efficient in my profession as a Potter, I..

1. have no life.
2. work.. work.. work.. 24/7 (even in my dreams).
3. wake up super-mega early (4-5 plus) just to be super-mega early to the Institution of Goonies.
4. stay as late as 7-8 plus at the Institution of Goonies.
5. can be dormant around life form and treat them as if they are a figment of my imagination.
6. can be diabolically cruel, insensitive and tactless to life forms who are close to me.
7. believe that everything else is not important except my mummy, my daddy, my An-An, my Sha-Sha and my profession as a Potter.

Life sucks..

2006

2006. Hmm... I recall when I was in secondary school and JC, to be in the new millennium was a big deal. I was born in 1977, entered kindergarten in 1983, primary one in 1984, secondary one in 1990, JC in 1994 and NUS in 1996. All the big events in my life were in the 1980s-1990s. So when 2000 was coming, I was excited; a new beginning, the big 2-0-0-0.

But 6 years had passed and the excitement had died down. I was even at home doing work yesterday and not even bothered to watch the countdown. My friends and I used to wait by the phone at 2359 and when the countdown ended, we quickly called our friends to wish one another 'Happy New Year'. Haahaa.. the good old days. Most of them are busy with their lives now to bother waiting by the phone to call one other. I always feel lost whenever I think about the past.

Then again, I thank Allah for his grace; I'm still healthy and I have my family around me. I have my job and friends. I have people who love me for what I am (even though I could be diabolical most of the time).

One of my closest friend ever commented that I'm so into my family that sometimes I tend to ignore my friends when they ask me out. To this friend of mine.. my family is my life. They need me as much as I need them. In fact, I think they need me more. I can't imagine life without them.

I made a friend cry yesterday (told you that I'm diabolical). My dearest friend, thank you for always being there. Sometimes I think I'm too harsh to a point of hurting you. I guess the scar's there and I don't think it will heal. I'm sorry.

That's quite a bad start for 2006. I hope I'll be a better person this year, Insya'allah..