new opportunity?

all of the sudden,
words from my dearest friends.

could it really be a new opportunity?
or just another misjudged observation?

just a little more assurance,
just a little more time.

wait for me.

15th MAY - the Man of Too.

a faithful husband.

a loving father.

a wise elder.

a handsome man.



a last goodbye to him,

a man who had brought up great sons and daugthers.

a man who had enlightened us with his wisdom.



such is a man who deserves a million praises.

such is a man who has left a legacy to the Too family.



he is my late grandfather who is deeply missed and loved.

i know his spirit is with our Lord Jesus.

but his memories will be imprinted into our hearts;

the way he looks at his grandchildren,

the way he smiles,

the voice when he speaks,

his loving touch,

his fatherly presence,

for all the times he had been there for us,

all of him will always be fondly reminisced.



with great honor and reverance;

i salute you. my grandpa.

i am missing you already,

and will always...




rest in peace.

baby; miracle of God.

people say; at the sight of a baby, the most chaotic event slows down and subsides.

that is always so whenever i see bb Caleb.

grandpa Too.

day by day, weaker and weaker.
each moment i see those frowns on his frail skiny face;
my heart shatters.

as much as i could, a smile greets him 'it's ok'.
nothing can be closer than the truth;
the fact his health is deteriorating.

thank God for the best medical prescriptions; the best doctors,
but it's just a matter of time;
the doctor predicts.

not giving up hope;
standing by my grandma and family,
i for one will not fret.

'it's ok, grandpa!'
here's your eldest grandson,
cheering you on!

never will i want to sent you off,
not yet, never this time.
not till you see me tie the knot.

'hang on, grandpa!'
i ain't giving up hope;
so neither should you!

we're all here for you...

seconds to paroxysm

i hate myself to see my loved ones suffering and yet unable to do anything about it; helpless.


hope is the only thing i look to.


every time i see my grandpa, lying weak and motionlessly on the hospital bed, looking at me whenever i visit him; only breaks my heart even deeper. i really feel helpless. he hardly can speak nor move. contracted pueumonia. swollen hands. and i wish i heard wrongly and God-forbids, he's seeing the otherside but unable to walk through it?!


DARN IT!!! HELPLESS!!!


besides my frail grandpa, my parents are having a cold war with each other. my dad has the idea to file a divorce?! what on earth is going on?!!!!!


and then came another letter from Traffic Police for an offence i didn't even do, which costs me 120 bucks and 3 demerit points?!!!!!!!


what the f*** is going on?!!!!!!!


all i went was a week of out-field and all the shit is piling up my face?!!!!


is it not enough my work is screwed up and now i need to face a turbulent home and unjustful law?!



f*** this world!!!

f*** satan!!!

signs of ageing

Sasha died on me last morning at about 1am.
it all happened just distanced from my home.

at a cross junction turning right, she suddenly stopped breathing and laid quietly in the lane.

it all brings back a couple of weeks ago. unusual signs appeared on her which caught my attention;
symptoms like dim lights, wrong readings of speed on speedometer, etc.

eventually, after weeks, she dropped dead because of a failing alternator.

dad was furious, needless to say, yet he's worried and concerned too. he still came to my rescue.
Sasha got cardiac jump-start thrice to safely parked into a lot.

after work yesterday, loving dad got an extra accumulator and had Sasha undergo transplant enough energy to got her to workshop for servicing.

thank God. Sasha's back.
got a new accumulator and had her alternator fixed. she's not only kicking back up, she's shining brighter than before!

got new stuff for her too. =)

prejudice act.

fluffy clouds shadowing the vast blue skies,
as morning breeze cools my skin.
in an abandoned built-up village sitting in a corner by a table,
here i am writing randomly,
as a deafening power-up generator pedalling in the background.


it's 8.43am, a night had passed since my coy landed on p.tekong,
didn't have a peaceful rest the night before,
'cos my mind was rattling with thoughts;
thoughts that tell me this could be my chance & this could be it.


a time it seems to repeat every year,
which went through many tears.
i'm gonna miss my friends whom once were close,
but i don't wanna hurt them so i must go.


it all seems perfectly fine,
though it is definitely not right.
nevertheless, it has lessen the stress,
no more am i in distress.


i love YOU but i couldn't move on anymore.
the road ends here.
for now.
i'm truely sorry,
will YOU please forgive me.