In loving memory of my beloved wife

These two days were quite disturbed. Not only because of the un-welcome uncertainty progress of work, i was also somehow bothered by some bitter sour comments. I truly understood the comment objective and everyone deserve one's right to choose his/her choice of method to handle some memory, be it some happy sweet memory or bitter sad rememberance.

But there is something I learned, one can never live in hatre. If one live in hatre, then whatever once used to be sweet memory will gigantisize to unforgettable pins in heart as it always bother. When there is no more love or affinition, whatever once used to be the sweetest moment turned to be the haunted curse.

This is true. When there is love, even the fart is smelled as sweet. When the love is gone, even honey will be tasted as bitter vomitting favour.

Bottomline, is how you treat others and think of other, you will get the same reaction. No one wants to be challenged or intruded.

Rest in peace. Nobody owe you something and you do not owe anyone anything. It takes two to tango. I hope I will always remember this learning.