Monday, July 13, 2015

18 and the heat is on.

Jovial didn't do quite well in his SPM, (that's what he conceded), a few As and string of B+ to me is all right but I know he was kind of disappointed at it.

Unofficial post mortem was done, he recognized his short comings and mistakes and I asked him if he wanted to pick a course and enroll into a college, he declined. He said he wanted to strut it out again through six forms.

I could see the tenacity in him and the seriousness in him in his study, I don't have to remind me to study,like what I did during his form 5 year, this I am happy for him, the attitude side of it is important.

He feels the pressure and for the first time in his schooling years, he asked for extra tuition classes which we gladly agreed.

I just pray that he will stay healthy and do all that he knows best as far as books and exams are concerned.

P/S : Keep it up son

Thursday, July 09, 2015

Indeed it has been this long

To my fellow bloggers friends, I am sorry that I have not been able to visit your blogs to read and pen down comments.

I didn't really realize that it has indeed been this long since my last post, life indeed has been a little hard with my business not doing too well but thank God it is still manageable,.

Looking back I still miss those blogging time,where I can pen down my thoughts, giving comments to others'.

Ok, I think it will be nice if I continue with blogging in a way it helps to distress too.

P/S : No worries, I shall be back

Monday, February 16, 2015

Dateline : 14th February 2015

He was so happy when his driving instructor went to see him at his workshop to pass him his driving license, for the very first time, my son finally got his driving license.

On the same evening, in spite of my worries, I agreed to let him drive me and my wife back from his workshop for the first time on this day 14th, February 2015.

Along the way home, both me and wife were like kept telling him, "slow slow Jovial" "watch out for that auntie" "slow slow Jovial, the traffic light is about to turn red." I guess the most uttered word on his maiden drive home from us was ," slow slow Jovial, slow slow Jovial" hahahahah.

I felt indeed relieved that Jovial handled his driving pretty all right for the very first time, despite on or two scares...........

P/S : Kudos Son

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Of first paycheck and RM50

Yesterday Jovial was kind of happy and when he told me this, "papa, I have got my salary already" and asked him, so what was he gonna do about the first paycheck of RM780.00, he kept mum for a while.

Just when we were about to take our dinner, he took out two RM50.00 notes, he handed me one and his mother another one and he said he wanted to keep the rest.

I asked him why did he want to keep his money, he said he wanted to save then asked me if I could teach him something about investment.

I felt happy for him and proud of him because his intention of getting his paycheck was not to lavish on changing to a new hand phone or buying some new stuff but instead he wanted to keep it.

P/S : Son, you've got a point there.

Monday, January 19, 2015

I guess he is different...

Soon after his SPM exam, Jovial said he wanted to "chill and relax" for a short stint, he went travel a bit with his friends, then rested for a few days at home.

So when I casually asked him if he wanted to work part time, may be as a waiter or shop assistant like many of his friends, he said no. After hearing this, I thought he just wanted to continue to "chill and relax" until his result comes out.

Lo and behold, one day, he asked me if he could work as a car mechanic in my friend's workshop, I was stunned, I told him if he worked as a waiter, probably he could get some income like 900 to 1200 ringgit per month but he said that job would not let him learn some life skill.

Now he is into his third week working as a car mechanic, getting himself dirty, going under the car body, wrenching off the tires, changing lubricants, getting some scolding from my friends, learning to deal with "difficult" customers.

When I was asked by my friends what Jovial was working as he waits for his result, I told them "foreman", they said, my said was "different"..

P/S : Indeed he is different..

Friday, January 16, 2015

I am blessed..

It is funny how sometimes there are friends who are envious of me, I don't drive big cars, I don't stay in big bungalow and I don't wear branded suits, all I have is a great wife, two wonderful sons and some money in the bank, that's all and not forgetting I do have a great God.

Friends sometimes tell me, "you good lah, sons so well nurtured, wife earning well, you too business okay" at times listening what they say, it gives me the feeling that their compliments are tinged with envy and a bit of jealousy.

Looking back, I am indeed blessed,to sum it all up..thank God for the blessing

P/S : Everyday I am counting blessings

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Happy Birthday Dear

Happy Birthday dear.

Will always remember,27th September.
The birthday of my one and only love.
So many years we have been together
My love for you will always get stronger

May the Lord grant you good health
To enjoy the life we both share
Every day or our lives will be like birthday joy
Once again Happy Birthday dear.

P/S : I Love You

Monday, September 22, 2014

Now that he is 17

The time has finally come Jovial is 17 already (okay not by month or date but by year) and soon he will be sitting for his SPM.

As parent, one side of me is telling that I have full confidence in him but the other side of me is kind of worried of what lies ahead for him.

I guess I can only pray that the best will be what he wants it to be, therefore I shall wait and see.

P/S : Son, you can do it

Thursday, April 10, 2014

That's the way to go sons.

As a dad, I must say I am very proud of my two boys,even though they are not the top scorers in their studies but it is about their attitude that I am very proud of.

This year Jovial will be sitting for his SPM and to tell you the truth I am anxious about his so called preparation for it, thus I have been kind of nagging or bugging him as far as SPM is concerned and every time I do that he just nonchalantly telling this,"I know lah, don't worry dad"

So of late, I have been noticing him, really and diligently working out his schedules between play and study and just last night he said judging from his most recent exam, it was all okay.

Now back to Marvell, so he has changed to an entire environment and he is doing well and every time when I ask him, does he want to go for tuition classes, he just says that he can still well balance it.

He loves going to school he says and he loves to make friends and it seems that he is enjoying every bit of his school life and this is something I am very happy about cos going to school to him is not a drag but a joy.

P/S : Keep that spirit son......

Thursday, March 20, 2014

He is not that tough anymore....

I have got only one brother (of different father) and he had been a drug user since he was like 17 years old and now he is 54, he quit that vice about 10 years ago.

He is a very intelligent man but too bad that was not put to a good use, when he was small which I could remember, he was always "brain washed" by my grand mother that nobody loved him, nobody cared for him and my father (his step father) was ever so bad too him.

Since small, he harbored that resentment, he left house around the age of 16 years old, bad company came along and probably he thought that "drug" was his sanctuary and his solace, he stuck to it for many many years.

Fast forward to now, 3 years ago, he was diagnosed with neck cancer, 3rd stage he was told and suddenly this "tough" guy became so vulnerable, he is no longer that man that I once knew that even "death" would not scare him.

I keep in touch with him constantly,even though we had never been close but that dreaded disease has since bridged that void between the two of us, I love him and I wish he could feel it because I knew that he was never loved before.

Sadly, in his remaining days, his body weakens day by day, I knew he wanted to "make it up"  or to make amends with the rest of us, it doesn't really matter of the past anymore.

It is funny I have never seen a tear streaming down his eyes for as long as I could remember but now I can see some already.

May be the least I can do now, is to be there for him, to call him and making him feel that he has got a brother who still cares.

P/S : He ain't heavy , he's my brother