Today

The third day of third semester.
A big nervous day.
First class of English for Communication subject, which makes me stress like hell and refuse to attend the class.
Sem 2 results release day, nothing I want more, just all pass enough.

And then, early in the morning, I woke up at 5am and can't continue to sleep any more.
Attended my class at 8am.
Was separated into group, and having a discussion today.
Seriously all my classmates speak fluently and their English damn pro!
I was fucking wondering why am I in this class.
Yes my English sucks actually but I have no choice unless I really demand to change my class.
Some of the classmates are just nice, but some aren't. They laughed to those who made a small small small grammar mistake when talking.
Oh damn I feel extra stress again.
But luckily my group members did help me, they knew my problem and then helped me to talk more.
One of them even told me to take advantage to improve myself.
Well, I will really try my best.

After the class, I came back to my room and I have totally forgotten to check about the results because I was super nervous when I was in the class.
My room-mates kindly reminded me and at the moment I already lost all my nervous.
I don't know why I didn't care any more, maybe I can guess the results according to the efforts I paid.
But honestly the moment my results appeared on my laptop screen, I felt relax because I passed all my subjects.
Although the CGPA is still maintained only but I'm still happy that this time I have improved, I didn't get C+/C or even worse grade in my results.
On the spot I made a call to inform my mother about my results and I can feel her proud to me.
Moreover, I received encouragements from my sister too.
That's what caused my tears dropped.
I really feel warm, do appreciate every love from my lovely family .

Now it is night time again.
I know I have to put more and more efforts because I'm weak compared to the others.
I know maybe someday I will cry because of my stress but just don't care anything right now, do my best, that's more than enough.
Oh ya one more thing, I hope nobody will disappear or leave my college life suddenly or quietly again.
Good luck and all the best everyone, especially to all broadcasters.
:)

有故事的人

每一次煤气用完了，妈妈都会拨电给一位熟悉的人，一个可以称得上“看着我从小到大”的人。

他是一位卖煤气的叔叔，从旧家迁至新家，每一次都跟他“交关”，同样的，每次新年将至，他会跟我们家买上一箱又一箱的柑。

或许上了大学，在家的机会是少之又少，与叔叔碰不上几次面，有点生疏了。
以前还小的时候，每次他送来煤气筒后，我们都会声声道谢。
有一次我们几个小瓜帮忙做月饼，在准备材料的当儿，叔叔早已看出我们要做的成品，原来他也曾是位厨师。
我们不是很熟悉彼此的家庭背景，可是每次他都会跟妈妈称赞我们，说我们乖巧懂事，而且很有礼貌，让我们开心许久。

刚刚近距离谈了几句，发现一丝丝的银发已窜满他原本乌黑的头发，脸上的纹路尽显他历尽过的风霜，黝黑的皮肤是他在日晒下执勤的收获。

我虽不清楚叔叔的家庭背景，但我知道每一个人都是有故事的人，无论好或坏，那都是各自的人生。
这个假期虽不算很充实，但是我真的得到了很多收获，不是物质上的收获，而是精神、知识。
我听了很多长辈及前辈诉说他们的故事，你可以说时代已变迁，我们所经历的与他们不一样，可是有一种永不变质的东西叫做“经验”。经验总是好的，它可以造就一个人的丰功伟业；也可以制止一件坏事的发生。

无论如何，好的经历，坏的体验，都是人生的一个过程。
我们或许生活得平淡无奇，可是我们都有自己的人生历练。
每个人都是有故事的人，我们无从否定，只有细听，尊敬，学习。

周华健《有故事的人》

都是有故事的人才听懂心里的歌

“保护费”

这年头，每个人都使尽浑身解术，为的是在农历新年前赚更多的钱。
如果你问我，谁的钱赚得最顺利，我会答，党员。

今天去摆夜市，再一次目睹整个收费过程。
两个青少年，全程不需5分钟，不到5句话，
一个凶狠的眼神，一个单刀直入的暗示，
RM50随手即得。
不乖乖就范？那就死赖着不走吧！
想继续做生意？想省麻烦？你别无选择。

说实在话，很多人以为摆早市夜市的人很好赚，背后的辛苦你看到多少？
身边许多体验过一次摆档经验后，都觉得这种工作比想象中还更要辛苦。
不要说一箱箱的水果有多重，多么地伤身，你知道卖甘蔗汁就有多辛苦吗？
削甘蔗，一不留神就会伤到手；一桶榨好的甘蔗汁还有经过多次“过滤”才可以卖出去。要冰的、不要冰的、一点冰的、大包的、小杯的... ... 我都听得快晕了！ @@
其实日晒雨淋真的不在话下，最辛苦的，莫过于遇见目中无人的顾客。
不体会各档口老板的辛苦就算了，有时还要出口伤人。
嗯，有钱真的没什么大不了的，这只证明了你是个有钱没良心的人。
可是很感谢那些体会我们的人，当中当然也包括有些富贵人家。
虽然他们有钱，可是却不曾看低我们，有时还帮助我们，谢谢。

很累，只想问这个世界究竟怎么了。
明知故问。

老天，我还是相信您的。
晚安，原本美好的世界。
=)