A Dedication...

about 6 years ago...i was fresh out of college...naive, fresh faced, childish, inexperienced...and pretty much clueless about the adult world...

heartbroken from the previous relationship i was determined to get out of Malaysia...but instead of choosing to continue my studies in a university...i opted for a road less taken...to work....away from home...away from Malaysia....i chose to fly..

i cant even remember what make me send in the applications...mind u..not only to one company...but two...without consulting or seeking permissions from my parents...

only when i was chosen to go for my current's company's second interview that i casually told PapaDear, "Pa. tomorrow i need to go Nikko Hotel for second interview for S*A. Can drive me there? Or can i take the car?"

without any questions my parents drove me to the interview...and i got in....and by the next week i'm all packed to fly to Singapoere...

my parents had never questioned my decision all these while....they just supported me all the way....they had never forced me to do anything....and because of that i felt that i need to push myself more to make them proud...

so at the age of 20 i started to work in the dog eats dog world....young, fresh, naive and homesick...though i was going through a hard time adjusting to the adult world....i was indeed enjoying the new freedom i got....at the tender age of 20...i am away from parents with no control or whatsoever....and most importantly i have the power to spend...

i was enjoying myself....exploring the world...indulging myself with endless shopping and good food...and pampering myself...

but deep inside...as much as im enjoying everything that i have...deep down inside...i always feel that im missing something there...looking through friends' pictures studying in overseas make me jealous...seeing them in graduation robes make my heart sank a little bit...

for some reason i felt that im missing a part of life that i suppose to go through and i din manage to do it...that i somehow misseed it...

looking at friends' graduation pictures with their parents hurts the most...

it made me felt that despite travelling around the world and earn more money that most of my peers at that moment...i felt that i've failed to achieve something in my life...and that i've not make my parents proud...

and no......my parents have never questioned me about it...they never asked...or forced me to continue my degree....they trusted me and my decisions....

so one day...slightly less than 3 years ago...i decided to take up my degree part time...it was easy....the school fees itself was a big setback....at SGD28k...its a large sum of money...but after much calculation i've decided i need to do it...determination is all i need and i know with a little less shopping and indulging i'll surely be able to do it...

so i did....

but by the third week i wanted to give up...i called PapaDear crying and i told him i couldnt take the stress of working and at the same time going to classes....the frustration of clashing rosters with my class schedule...and the extreme workload of assignments was taking it's toll on me....and i asked PapaDear if i could quit...and all he told me is that "if u really think u cant take it, its ok...its doesnt matter as long as u r happy"....

but i went on....i was determined to do it....for them...

with the support of my family, great classmates and good friends...finally...i graduated!

i want to dedicate the day to my parents...for being the best parents in the world....for not pressuring me to do anything at all...for trusting me and supporting me....

thank you and thank you and i can never thank you enough...

and to KorKor for being the most supportive brother ever....thank you for being there for me...thank you for having my back all the time....i always know that no matter what happened i'll have you by my side...

eventhough u cant be there for me during my graduation but your flower make your presence felt....thank you!

my beloved family...

i remember during the last semester there were a little cockeup and i thought i failed one of my modules...i was devastated....i was so dissappointed with myself i cried for two nights...i din even dare to tell my Pa n Ma because i din want them to be dissappointed with me....and i still remember a friend was casually laughing me that i'm very old fashion to think that way...for one moment it got me thinking...yes it is old fashion...but all i want is to make my parents proud....that's all....i might not be the best child they have...i might not the most obedient one....i might not be most fillial one....but i do want them proud of me....growing up in a typical chinese family making it very hard to be vocal about my love for my parents....but at the end of the day getting this degree and making them proud is my unspoken way of telling them i love them....




not the most flattering picture of me...but this picture is priceless....