Darryl’s belogue

On my way back to my college this morning, i saw a mum preparing her child for school, at the front door. She kissed him and he walked to his school bus. Then i thought to myself: ‘One day, she’ll be doing the same thing, but instead, sending her son to other places for further studies.’

All mothers, i am sure, will be reluctant to do so. It is a time where their children are matured, and ready to be set free from her meticulous and consistent care. My mum, for example, always long for her children (us) to be back home on weekends, who knows all of us will be over the sea one day?!

For Gen and Beat and those others not in Malaysia, there’s no doubt that you’ve been through that. But for those who have not yet leave Malaysia, treasure every moment with your family, each second passed cannot be backtracked. Love them, while you still can.

I love you mum and dad… and of course my sis!

*** sometimes, i feel like im a coward. Writing it here? It’s better to tell! hahaha..
     I very sejuk la… wat a topic… but this is what comes to my mind la.

S-t-i-t-c-h-e-d tightly
Permeable, not 1 bit

Not disabled,
no choice .
A container, which is filled upon fillings;
but is built upon buildings.

It’s just time that it overflows,
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