was at a complete lost today during remedial.. my mind seem to go blank!! i forgot the formulas for differentiation when i practiced it just the day before.. unbelivable.. thats not the worst.. i made a whole load of careless mistakes which were pointed out by my senior who was peer tutoring me.. sadded.. it was like so embarressing lah.. one min he was praising me for being so fast in my work.. the next he told me out of courtesy not to be so careless.. sigh..
i went to the doctor yesterday cuz of my flu.. which is the reason why i feel so lethargic during lessons on both thurs and friday.. as i sat down at the clinic.. "paitiently" waiting for my turn.. a storm swept in without warning and once again the rain poured.. it has been like that for the past 2weeks.. causing flash floods, havoc and chaos in several areas in Singapore.. sigh.. knowing that i was now officially stuck in that area till the rain subsided.. i continued to occupy my mind with stuff.. then a lightning flashed.. and i counted.. 1..2..3..BOOM.. nothing surprising right... thats wad i thought too at that point in time.. then the glass panel i was leaning on vibrated violently.. i backed off in anticipation that it would drop off.. probably i was paranoid then.. then again.. it was the first time i felt such an impact caused by a thunder before.. sure it happened before.. but this was more well.. u get the idea.. climate change.. global warming.. we are already feeling the impact of it..
when will those emission free cars ever become affordable for all to use.. the concentration of greenhouse gases are already very concentrated.. sigh.. enuf geography..

this is a very nice and touching story i found on the net.. its written by Michael D. Hargrove

While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life changing experiences that you hear other people talk about, the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly.

This one occurred a mere two feet away from me. Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.

First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, "Me, too, Dad!"

Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son's face in his hands said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.

While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, "Hi, baby girl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure contentment.

After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, "I've saved the best for last," and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed, "I love you so much!" They stared at each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands. For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn't possibly be.

I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married?"

"Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those," he replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face.

"Well, then, how long have you been away?" I asked.

The man finally turned and looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile.

"Two whole days!"

Two days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he'd been gone for at least several weeks, if not months. I know my expression betrayed me, I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!"

The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope, friend ... decide!"

Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!" With that, he and his family turned and strode away together. I was still watching that exceptional man and his special family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me and asked, "What'cha looking at?"

Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I replied, "My future!"

By Michael D. Hargrove

(6:24 PM)