<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/3520663203167498942?origin\x3dhttp://chengcheng-91.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script><iframe src="http://www2.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=6035547611738480329&blogName=JEX.+%3BD&publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&navbarType=BLACK&layoutType=CLASSIC&homepageUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fjexunited.blogspot.com%2Findex.html&searchRoot=http%3A%2F%2Fjexunited.blogspot.com%2Fsearch" height="30px" width="100%" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" id="navbar-iframe" frameborder="0"></iframe> <div id="space-for-ie"></div>

Thursday, December 6, 2007




Ok, the past few days I'm not able to update is because I'm in a course introduced by my mother.

This course is called " Money and You ". Simply talks 'bout how to save money the quickest and possible way. Earning money and investments. Interests rates and smart investing.
Throughout the course, the instructor also taught us some life skills to face our parents.
He told us to write a letter to our parents and yeah, I'm gonna write it here.

Dear parents,
Throughout these 16 years of my life, you're the ones who watched me grow.
I've too much things to tell you.
Too much to say.
I still remember when I was young, we used to go out together, used to go eat and shop together. Our lives were so happy that time, dad's got a car and we would go to his office regularly to play. I still remember I used to go into the " Cold Room " to play and we would have alot of gatherings down there. Adults would sing Karaoke and the kids would go and play.
But now, everything's changed, totally change.
Our lives has so much difference from the past. I would like to ask you all this question : " How many times had we set down together just for a meal ? "
Dad's always not in Singapore.
Mum's always busy with her work.
I know you are doing these for our own good, too good until there's hardly time for us to eat together. Too good till the spaces between us increases.
However, I think most of us are used to it.
Independence.
I know you love us, I know. But I just couldn't feel it anymore.
I can hardly find someone to talk to. The only way I could dump my emotions on is Music.
I put all my energy into music.
When I see that you are so tired, I'm really sad. And it really breaks my heart.
But this is life.
I won't ask for anything much but a meal together again.
A letter to my parents
With love.
Ao Cheng
051207
Where is Home ?
Home, is not a place for us to live in.
Home, is not a place for us to eat.
Home, is not a shelther for us.
Home, is not where we will be safe.
Home, is where each and everyone of the family
goes together.
This course made me wrote this letter. All I have to say is, I just missed my parents.
I'll post later... it's still quite early.


3:08 PM