Thursday, January 08, 2009

Still workin on me blog,
But jus hav lesser time to work on it cz of work n tendin to my injured loved ones..

So this few moments make me realise that we need to appreciate them..
My sis for instance,
She's one of the most disciplined sportsperson I noe,
it has contributed to her success s a great netball player in Sports Skl...
But sometimes,
fate can b cruel...
She injured her knee,
jus underwent an operation..
N the pain is really unbearable for her...

But,
"What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger"
So, she can n will b stronger...
I often told her that she's disciplined but lazy...
Unlike her brothers who are hardworking but not so disciplined...

Actually, she's a real hard worker...
When her coaches told other parents bout Zahirah's story,
I was soo touched I almost cried...
Proud of her!!!
No matter what,
I got yr back n support if u need any knee assistance...

B strong yea?

posted by Wary at 11:21 PM


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Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
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