Tonight,I stand beneath a cloudless sky,enchanted by thousands of stars. They were winking at me,with the dark night they had been flashed for hundred of light-years ago.The splendour of universe still stuns me.I am waiting for a falling star to make a special wish for u-please wake up Tripod.
In the countryside of Sarawak,far from the hustle and bustle of the city life, along the river bank,can be found one of most humanity's convivial and endearing type of haitat-a cottage-where my Grandpa John me and Tripod live.
Though an aging lion,granpa john was still as lean and muscular as he had been in twenty,his face had more character than that of the smooth face youth he had always been before.The lines and furrows were a documentary of the trials and tribulations he had endure these years......
