6.10pm.
Yesh! submitted my S&I paper and ran to the train station with a smiley face.
3 minutes. Waiting for the full-pack-sardines train to collect me.
Smiling throughtout the journey back to HOME.
I can't wait.


When I landed my feet at m'sia ciq, first in my to-do list, called the siblings to confirm the meeting farawell place. Second, called to the centre for cab. 5 minutes. 15 minutes. waiting for 6513 car plate of cab to appear. When the moment, I opened the car door, an old man turned behind and asked, "where are you heading to?" I stunted...Can I...Can I...got down the car and called for another one?


It was my old relative uncle (my mom's mom's youngest brother). Oh man, I don't know how to respond and to greet him. I will only talk to him when my parents were around. How? Should I greet him or just kept quiet at the backseat like most of the passengers do? Quick decision, please. Yes, I called out "舅公"! He doesn't give a shocking face, but he turned and look again and be able to distinguish me by naming out my dad's name from most of the kids under Siew's family tree diagram (My mom's mom has twelve kids and the twelve kids have an average of 3 kids). haha.


He started a little more conversation with me by asking the standard one-Why are you going to Jotic? Why did you called a cab from ciq? Where did you study? bla bla bla, the conversation goes more further by updating each others about our own families.And I know more about him, yeah! What a big challenge for me to talk to the old people alone. Especially, my relatives. Looking at his back from the backseat, I have lots of feelings and thoughts after listening to his updates and complains.


He's much more older than my parents, around or maybe younger by 8 to 10 years my grandma's age. My grandma hardly walk properly without the assistance from us. 8.10pm. drizzling outside, cool weather, road is slippery, bad eyesight, works with empty stomach and requires high concentration and focusing. arrrr...I can't take it! My parents are having warm delicious soup at home. It's the same kind of feelings that I always have when i saw the old people collecting and cleaning up at school canteen, selling supper at roadside late at night...etc.etc.


Again, the feel of compassion for old people arise as usual. Why, Daddy God? Why? Why I'm always so sensitive in these? I believe those feelings and thoughts and the heart of compassion arise easily for a purpose. You gave these to me, and what can I do about these? Can I help? Can I serve? How? Dad, if it's for a purpose, I asked that You speak to me.

You're the God of the poor, friend of the weak.