Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all

And sweetest in the gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me

Emily Dickinson

My nephew

His name is Arthur. As of King Arthur.

He was born 3 months earlier before the due date.

1 month old. Sleeping like an adult.

Dream..dream..

Never say never

My very first post. I believe that we are never too old to start something new. For my case is to blog. Why? Because I do have memories that I want to keep.

Conquering Mt. Kinabalu is one of my new year resolution which i keep renewing every year.

And i do not expect my self to accomplish that this year.

Maybe, maybe next year.