I have not been blogging for ages, a few months to be precise. I just didnt feel like it and there are too many things happening to be just recorded with a few mere words. Today, out of the blue a few of my friends asked me, why havent I been blogging? I was like, no one reads it anyway. Hrm... is it really so? If they were asking, they should be reading right? I was taking a break and looking and my bros' blog when I realised that sometimes, it is not the fluency of the language nor is it the scope of what is spoken that gets the message across. I know for a fact that my bro does not have a good command of english, yet, after reading his blog I felt the love he had for his wife and kid. The pain he felt to leave the kid with the in-laws. The amount of stress he is under to provide for his family. That made me think.

I thought about how fortunate I really am. The simple things in life that I do not seem to appreciate. A feeling of melancholy overwhelms me. I feel sad that I have to leave Perth soon. Sad that my dissertation is due soon, sad that my exams are coming soon, sad that I have to leave my student life behind. Not a bed of roses nor is it a path of thorns. Although I would love to sleep once on a bed of roses. Nevertheless, a journey worth travelling and at the cost of a broken relationship. However, all is not lost. I lost a loved one but I gained many others. I realise that there are may ways of showing concern for pple that you care about. And as one of my dota friend once said:"there are many languages of love, what is yours?'' I figured after that my language of love is physical and verbal. I like to hug pple I care about. My mum, my sister, etc. Kisses only come when I am pissed drunk and I am only pissed drunk once a year; on my birthday.

A few weeks ago, on my convocation week, my mum came over to visit me. I realised that I have really been away from home for a long time and its about time I spend more time at home and start giving my mum a comfortable life. Seeing how much she have aged over the years pains me. I feel a heartache whenever I think about how hard she worked to bring up 3 kids singlehandedly. How many women out there can boast about what she has done? Although none of her kids are lawyers, doctors, I know she had done her best. Given the circumstances, no other woman can achieve what she has achieved. I love my mum.

Talking about love, I also love my housemates and my ex-housemate. I also love my buddies and bros. I dun have many in Perth and I would like to thank them for being in my life. I will tribute my dissertation to you guys. Tell me if you think your name should be in here. The list is as follows:

Ryan, Wayne, Jun, Shups, Freddy, Kong, Ben, Boon Kiat, Norman, Roger, Dan, Derek, Desmond, Ally, Roy.

Anyway most probably if your name is not in here. It means either i) you are NATO, ii) you are only around when times are good or iii) you only come to me when you need help and when you know that I need help you are no where in sight So bugger off pls thanks.