metamorphoziz

-after the rain- I fell alseep while putting the green mud on my face. Was ready to slumber but forced myself out of the bed to read. But while reading, i tore myself away from the book and took over this monitor. Wanted to finish up the stories of my family because i want to get into something else. But i enjoyed sharing about my family especially my grandparents. They are wonderful people. I just read Simon's, Weizhong's and Sarah's blog. Wow.. lots of changes. Cool. All black blackground with nice font colours.. compared to mine... Sigh.. Why do people want to make HTML so complicated?? Anywayz-- So cool.. the rain has stopped and moon has begin to give her shine again. Rain brings back the fond memories back in my grandparents' house. Because of the rain, my grandparents, uncles and aunties were have to be called to an early day retirement. I like it. Everyone would stay put in the house watching television together... My grandfather is a great man. ...

-blue sky- He is handsome, she is beautiful. They are the perfect match on heaven and earth. When i looked into his eyes of gentleness, all i see is love. When i looked into her eyes of tenderness, all i see is love. He is my hero, she is my heroine. He is Cao Ji, she is Huang Qi Zhen. I am born in the family of Cao. Cao2 cao1 de4 Cao2. Im proud and love my surname. Not only because it is unique and rare, most of all, i bear my grandfather's name. (Of course, proud of my dad too) I have a vauge recollection of my first five years of my life. But i know i spent it in Malaysia, under the care of my grandparents. I loved those days. The whole famliy lived under one roof. Big family. My grandparents has ten children. Very well balanced. Five boys and five girls. My dad is the number three from the boys side but is in the fifth position when all the slibings add together. The sequence goes like this: boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, girl, boy, girl, boy. Hmm.. im ...

-cool night- Two people had touched and changed my life. I truly love them to the deepest of my heart and admired them to the deepest of my soul. I was brought up in a family of six. The eldest. The one who bears the responsibilities and the 'master of the house' after my parents. I love my family. Especially my two brothers, aged 10. Oh..they are going to be 11 in a week's time. They are my "bao bei" and i cant imagine myself living a life without them. My sis, twenty this year, is a cool chick. Though we squabble alot, but i love her the same.. (however still prefer the 'she' when she was still a kid. Cuter. =P) My parents! What can i say? I only have them, of course they are the greatest! They watched me grow while i grow with them. No one else on earth can be compared with them. Its getting late. I shall stop here and continue another day. Well, if you think that the two people that im going to talk is my parents, then you are wrong. Well, ...

-Blue sky serenaded with cottony clouds- Language. Tamil is a language. French is a language. English is a language. Spanish is a language. Mandarin is a language. Today, let me introduce to you my fave language - Music. Im always amused by Music. You can do so many things with just seven notes. Seven. Perfect number. Thus, i consider Music as a perfect language. Music conveys unspokenable words and words that cannot be fully expressed by words alone. Most of all, its an universal language where there is no boundary to whatsoever contingent you are from. Music, is amazing. When the drum rolls and the trumpet sound.. even the most cynic Singaporean would feel proud as a Singaporean while the whole stadium filled with patrotic spirit when the music begins to roar. Im not a "pure" Singaporean, yet, i do feel proud of this nation everytime when the people gathers and sing the National Anthem with pride. Music, unites the hearts of people together. Music i...

-Rainy Night- I love rainy night. Cool and sweet slumber. I love rain. It bathes the polluted earth and give it a refreshing smell of sweet freshness, a feeling of cleanliness. It brings down greetings from above. How sweet is the spattering sound.. as the rain falls, gently forming beautiful curtains on the full height window panels.. A cushioned couch, a cup of hot chocolate, soft music and a book would complete the picture. Ahh.. Oh! i forgot to add myself. Hee. I was told that when a maiden is sad, the sky would drop tears as rain from heaven. Maybe. I think, rain has healing power. Rain is a language that heaven use to tell a wounded soul that He empathized with her, that He even weeps with her... Rain is comforting words that falls from heaven, soaking one with the words that never need to be said... But rain can also be a wrath from heaven. Ferocious downpour and thunderous roar.. gives me creeps. Lightning is my fear. Yah.. for a grown up like me.. HEE. But i f...

Metamorphoziz. Its a good place to contain thoughts. Didnt know about this interesting thing until Simon showed me his blog.. and im impressed by his good command of English. His ability in conveying his thoughts eloquently in written words has inspired me to start my own blog. (You can find his blog here: http://ooooooooo.blogspot.com/)Its always been my goal to be able to translate my thoughts beautifully into words. Maybe, blogging could boost up my confidence, for all to see and critics to come in, and season my writing skills as i learn to convey them into written words. Well, not to impress, but to express. The greatest handicap in a man is not his physical disability.. but the disability to express. I cant write with flying colours, but will do that with the simplicity of heart. This, not just about me. But about you. Stay with me. See the metamorphoziz in me... and grow old with me. =o)