Library of Memory

Well… there’s a first time for everyone in anything… me? haha! the first time i lost a parking ticket… so clumsy… never did that before… never thought that i would…|||

I’m always good at keeping things… but dunno what went wrong with me today… not getting enough sleep? i think so… working my head off to worry about my juniors safety because of those stuborn male homosapiens that won’t listen to girls but inviting girls to their unorganised activity… how miserable is that? i really wonder what so shame about asking help or accepting advise from girls? c’mon, stone age is way long ago!

Now I knew how smart is those parking company in making money, they’re smart enough to fine people that lost a ticket that worth less than RM1 for RM20. what logic is that? i would rather to give away that money for charity than paying to those "smart" money maker.

Well… no pain no gain… the least i gain is not to lost parking ticket AGAIN! swt… never knew this day would come to me… next time i’ll have a note book to note down everything i put away i guess…

Recently…knowing more things than before… but i just discover so little i known…

I can still recall how excited i was when i 1st learnt how to write my own name, showing off to my parents… i believe most of us did when we’re small. i always amaze by the new things i learnt when i was small, i never know how little i know, just knowing i knew more than before…

Same thing goes with comunication with people. The more you know about them, you’ll surprise by how little you understand them. I always thought i’ll be amaze by the more i know, but now i know that i’m not.

Sometimes, maybe not knowing something will allow us to live better . Just like knowing when you going to die… do you want your time of dead to be reveal? if you’re able to, would you want to know about it? Knowing it will just turn your life into grey, not living to the fullest. But not knowing it? Just like what we human meant to be… Live every seconds full with surprises.

Maybe something are not meant to be known… or maybe i was meant not to be told about it… that’s what they called : Secret are meant to be secret. Well… even our life is full of mysterious, what more can i say? Unknown is a symbol in every corner…

很多人看时间时， 望了一眼时钟， 只为知道时针和分针的位子。

没错， 我们看时钟只是为了知道时间。 但是秒针呢？

在时钟上， 有时、分、秒针。

时针每十二分钟才动一次；

分针每六十秒钟才动一次；

但秒针却在每一秒钟动着！

每一秒在辛勤劳动着的秒针， 却得不到众人的注目！

众人关切的只是分针和时针， 那时钟要秒针来干吗？

没错， 这就是自古至今的社会眼光！

每天在外奔波的低层员工， 赚的钱不多也不会受到众人的感激；

每六十天才忙一次的中层员工赚的钱够用， 也较受人欣赏注目；

每十二个月才动身一次的高层， 赚的钱够多， 人人也想当上他！

难怪现在有些时钟没有秒针， 也难怪有些公司不需低层员工， 只要电脑。

问问世人， 没了秒针谁来拉动分针； 分针动不了又谁来拉动时针？

听了这后问你看时钟时还会注意到秒针吗？

看见在被日晒雨淋的清道夫你会对他说声：

“谢谢你” 么？

If you can, try to rap it and it will be fun.

Homemade lyric and opinion.