Though no one would ever want to do anything regretful, we always did eventually. At least ONE thing in our lives, are regretful.
Regret 1 - [Cheating in Exams] I believe it happened when I was a kid studying in elementary school, year 4 I supposed. I took out a paper or something to cheat during one of the exams that year. Unfortunately, I was caught by one of my classmates sitting behind me. He stood up and walked towards the teacher at her desk. Somehow I could sense something was wrong the moment he talked to the teacher and pointed where I sat. Immediately, I hid the cheating paper away. They both walked towards me looking so seriously on their faces while the rest of the class was carrying on working on their exam papers. I pretended nothing happened when I was asked by the teacher. After a few quick search on my desk and my pockets, they found no evidence. So the teacher asked both of us to carry on the papers. I never know what was the teacher thinking, but I was then definitely hated by that classmate. I felt guilty after that and felt absolutely regret to cheat during exams.
Regreat 2 - [My Dad] My dad got colon cancer when I just entered my third year on University. I was then staying in Australia to complete my final year of Degree course. I was helpless and couldn't do anything to help, not even able to visit my dad in the hospital or accompany him to the therapy. The only thing I could do was talking to them on the phone and mum would always said this to me. "Don't you worry about dad, he is fine. He is now undergoing theraphy and he will recover soon. Just concentrate on your study there ok." Well, nothing much I could do that time, except praying for my dad everyday. After almost a year, I heard that dad was completely recovered and became healthier. My dad talked to me and told me that they will come down to Australia to attend my Graduation Ceremony. I was grateful and so happy to hear the news. I felt blessed and kept thanking God granting health to my dad. After graduation, I went back to Malaysia. I tried to find job in Malaysia once I got back, but in vain. Then I tried Singapore, and I was blessed with a new job not long after. Due to the new job, I moved to Singapore. So little I expected, not long after I worked in Singapore, I was told that my dad was sick again. The cancer cells were back and this time it spread to other parts of the body. He had to undergo the therapy again. Immediately I called for an off day from my company and went back home to pay my dad's a visit. "I'm sorry, there is nothing much we can do due the seriousness of the cancer cell spreading. Even the therapy and medicines won't hold him longer. Because the therapy will kill the good cells too and make your dad weaker and weaker...." said the doctor. I felt heartache when I heard that news. Without giving up, we encouraged to continue the therapy and give dad mental support at the same time. Dad looked weaker and weaker everyday. One day, I talked to him while he was lying down on his bed. "Dad, don't worry. You will be fine soon. See, I've just got my first earned salary last month! I will use this money to give you a big treat in a fancy restaurant once you recovered. We all will wait for you, dad. Be strong dad! Be strong....". In fact, I already had this surprise plan to give him a a big treat once I got my first job and even before I found that he was sick again. But since he got so weak and couldn't even eat properly anymore, I guess it was too late..... After a month or so, my dad finally left us..... This is the biggest regret in my life.... that I couldn't give my dad the happiness he deserved.
Hey everyone! Once again welcome and thanks for visiting my brand new blog which by the way may bore you to death. hahaa..
Some of you may have known me by now, but for those who doesn't, please allow me to simply re-introduce myself. My name is Kent Wong. But my full real name is Wong Kee Yen. I believe I was called as Kent ever since I was in elementary school. I remember one of my friends pronounced my name in a quick way and turned out to be "KEN" (if you read my name "Kee Yen" as fast as you can), and coincidentally KENT ciggaratte was famous that time, and therefore they ended up call me KENT. I didn't actually use this so-called specially given name until around when I was in University. I realised that it would be easier for my new friends to call me Kent instead of having the hassle to remember my full name.
Ever since I came to Japan, many Japanese friends asked me why I had such a western name. Due to my crappy Japanese language skills, I told them it was my Christian name (though I am a Christian) to save a lot of hassles to explain the full story. Haha.. I hereby apologize to all my Japanese friends who heard this from me before. I didn't mean to lie but I just didn't want to explain too much and definitely didn't want to keep you guys waiting for me to explain a simple thing in japanese for like few minutes. hahaa..
Now, wow, it has been a long introduction even though I said it would be a simple one. hahaha.. Ok, lets carry on...
I'm 32 years old this year. And that is why I put Kent's Life Level 32 at the title bar. I am 32 , but my heart and thinking is 23. LOL
And, I am from Malaysia. By the way, when I first came to Japan, there are some people thought I was from Philipines. Recently this year, I had been getting many "compliment" that I look like Korean guy , especially some said I look like one of the members from the famous Korean Singer Group named 東方神起. Hahaha... I was like... really?? Wow... thanks! I was so freaking joyful, though I don't really agree. LOL
Now, I have been in Japan almost around 4 years now. Time flies really fast and that really freaked me out. I feel like I am running out of time and I never want to live my life with regrets........
Hey Everybody, welcome to my first Bilingual Blog! v(^^)v
My Japanese is still in infant stage, so please forgive me if I type any mistakes, and you are welcome to correct me in public or private. So that I could learn better. Thanks in advanced! =D