It's.... not too late to appologies

I hope it's not too late to appologies to all my readers.

Despite I break so many of my own promise(s), and I was MIA for so long in my blog, I just wanna say: I'm so-gg-dann-the-busy-man!

I'm just taking some of my time out now to blog today, tomorrow have to wake up early and go Segamat for mission trip.

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Anyway, today I would like to share two of my street photo with you all.


The picture is actually taken in Ipoh. That time I was drinking at Ipoh famous soya bean, and when I saw this uncle, my memory come rushing back to my time in kindergarden, and without any delay I took up my camera and shot this.

The story must start where when I was in kindergarden (What! You when to kindergarden? Yes, for one full year my dear! =.= ). Everyday after school at Ipoh Methodist Kindergarden, all childrens included me will rush to the main door to buy from our favorite junk food store, which is from this same uncle in the picture.

I remembered I even come to a point where I have to steal 5sen from my mother's wallet to buy this sweet with ring on the top of the packaging. Guess what I'll do with the ring? Of cause I'll give it to a girl!

There is this girl in kindergarden that I will remember her forever. That time we will be put into line before class, and girl on the left, guy on the right, and hold each other hand. She's the only one that do not fear of my handicap, and everyday will wait for me to line up. Even when I'm late to class (sometime the bus gg mah), she will be at the end of the line to wait for me.

And when everytime I buy that sweet from that uncle, the ring will end up giving her. If she is keeping it, I think it will be a full box of 365. hahaha..


Come to think of it now, the bicycle he is using now may be the same bicycle he used back then to carry all the junk food. That time was so happy, and the uncle have alot of business from those kids, steady income I guess.

And today I saw this uncle is going around the town of Ipoh to collect tin cans, paper boxes, and plastic bottles for recycle. My heart is actually weeping for him. He is so old and still have to work for living, cycling around Ipoh is not a easy task, plus the recycling items now is not worth that much of money. I mean, how could he even fill his stomach with this!? I remembered he had a big stomach last time, now he is so thin down. But I will always remember his smile on the face, which I can see hope. The hope to live another day by working with both hand.

Even when it will come to a day that I will never see his face again, I will never forget his leason to me: To live life to the fullness by surviving with both hand. I'm sure my Father in heaven will feed every person in this world, even the pigeon on the street. But we must work to survive and let the Lord do the rest =)

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This might be an emo post, but It's part of life! (copyrighted: jz)

catch you soon if I'm able to =)