AnGeL KaReN

strength

2006-02-05T15:51:00.000+08:00

i find strength for myself in this song..
Hope it does the same for you..
enjoy..

Avril lavigne - Who knows

Yeah, yeah
Yeah-eah, yeah
Yeah-eah, yeah
Why do look so familiar
I could swear that I have seen your face before
I think I like that you seem sincere
I think I like to get to know you a little bit more

I think there's something more, life's worth living for
Who knows what could happen.
Do what you do, just keep on laughing
One thing's true, there's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

Yeah, yeah, Yeah-eah, yeah, Yeah-eah, yeah

How do you always have an opinion
And how do you always find the best way to compromise
We don't need to have a reason
We don't need anything
We're just wasting time

I think there's something more, life's worth living for
Who knows what could happen.
Do what you do, just keep on laughing
One thing's true, there's always a brand new day
Who knows what could happen.
Do what you do, just keep on laughing
One thing's true, there's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

Find yourself, cause I can't find you
Be yourself, who are you?
Find yourself, cause I can't find you
Be yourself, who are you?

Who knows what could happen.
Do what you do, just keep on laughing
One thing's true, there's always a brand new day

So you go and make it happen
Do your best just keep on laughing
It's all on you, there's always a brand new day

Who knows what could happen.
Do what you do, just keep on laughing
One thing's true, there's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

Keep Trying

2005-09-01T16:12:00.001+08:00

Anger, hatred, bitterness, resentments and thoughts of revenge are heavy weights that slow a person down. Allowed to fester, these negative feelings can consume increasingly larger portions of your life. Liberate yourself. Let it go. The forgiving person is always stronger. Be like the rock in the stream and let the thoughts of revenge flow by you. As a person of action, improving yourself and helping others, you will make lots of mistakes. You will do foolish things. Learn the lesson. You practice forgiveness for yourself. Consider those whom you may have offended or injured and ask for their forgiveness. Can you say, "I'm sorry and I apologize if I offended you."? If you ask and your request is rejected, you have lightened your burden in trying. Continue to encourage efforts at reconciliation.

Remember :If you fall down today, you have tomorrow. If you fall down tomorrow, you still have the day after tomorrow. Just keep trying.Persevere ON and don't think "i can do it another day". Never Drag! Do not be ruled by yesterday either. If you are apologetic make changes IF u hav to (or else juz be urself). Den again change is often easy. The hard part is to maintain that change for the long term. If you keep trying and do what you really meant, your efforts will not go to waste (at least i believe).

this realli worth the time to read

2005-06-23T14:55:00.000+08:00

THE PRESENT MOMENT
Let's start out with how to be happy in the present moment.
I'm going to give you an assignment, which I really encourage you to do. The results will be fun and surprising.
Make a list of 25 things you think you need in order to be totally happy. Don't censor yourself, just write freely without worrying about how your list looks.
Here are some things people often put on their lists at my seminars.
One million dollars
One billion dollars
A six-month cruise around the world
To be President of the United States
A Porsche
The perfect marriage
To be famous
To have my own TV show
Healthy children
Parents that get along
A mansion
My own private jet

You've got to admit, this is some basket of goodies. But will their acquisition make you happy?
That depends on what happiness means to you. I think this is a good time to define our subject: Happiness means taking pleasure in what you have.
You're certainly not going to be happy about the things you don't have. Happiness is when you walk outside on a beautiful summer day, look around and suddenly feel a rush of pleasure. Or when you come home from work and your child runs to greet you at the door.
When you sit down to a great meal at a fancy restaurant you definitely feel good. That's because you're happy -- you're enjoying what you have.

HAVE AND HAVE NOT
Yet look at the things that appear on people's lists. One fact is clear: if they want to be happy, they are going about it the wrong way. They are focusing on what they don't have. If most of their attention is directed toward what they don't have, are they going to be happy? Of course not. I'm certainly not saying that they shouldn't strive for all those things. But they also should take pleasure in what's in their own backyard.
Strive for all you want, also take pleasure in what's in your backyard already.
Look at your own list. How many of the things on it do you presently have? If only a few of them or even none, then you're saying, "My happiness depends on getting X, Y and Z." I certainly hope you get them. But what about being happy in the meantime?
Want I want you to see is that you already have many wonderful blessings. It's enriching and productive to notice them.
Therefore, I want you to make another list. This time, write down 25 of the greatest blessings you currently have in your life.
These are some of the things people commonly put on their lists:
I have hands
I have feet
I have eyes
I have ears
My parents are alive
One of my parents is alive
I am alive
I have children
I have a good friend
I own my house
I love my wife or husband
My wife or husband loves me
I learn something new every day
I know how to read and write
I live in America, Canada, etc.
I am relatively sane

Now you have two lists:
List A: The things you think you need in order to be happy. List B: The blessings you already have.
Now I want to show you something remarkable. Which of your two lists do you think has better things on it? For example, let's say in List A you put one million dollars (or one billion if you're really ambitious). And let's say you put "eyes" on List B.
Which would you rather have -- eyes or one million dollars? Or even a billion dollars? Would you give up your legs for all that money?
What's the price tag on life itself?
Without exception, I have shown people that the list of what they have is much greater than the list of what they think they need in order to be happy. So if people already have a list of incredible blessings and are grumpy and dissatisfied, why should they believe that they would be happy if they had more things?
You might be surprised to hear that I've even had people with terrible problems acknowledge the pricelessness of their blessings.
The only ones who were reluctant to acknowledge how many wonderful things they had in their lives were people close to suicide. Being suicidal, by the way, comes from obsessive focus on what is lacking in one's life.
What can you learn from all this? It's wonderful to want new things, but you also have to take pleasure in the present moment. If your formula is "If I only had X, I'll be happy -- you'll never be happy. When you get X, you'll focus on not having Y. There's nothing wrong with wanting X and Y, but how about enjoying what you have in the meantime?

BOOT CAMP FOR HAPPINESS
I remember the first time I ever taught a class on happiness. At one point, I asked the students to make a list of some of the pleasures they'd had during the day. "Pick things about which you really felt strongly," I said.
Guess what was on the list? Things like "awareness of God" and "helping an old lady cross the street."
"Come on everybody," I said."Those are things you think you're supposed to say. I want something you really felt." One girl in the back of the class shyly raised her hand."Does this count?" She asked."I had a really great cup of coffee this morning."
"How did you feel when you drank it?"
"Terrific," she said.
"I sat in the sun and felt really good just before class," someone else said.
"I got a call from my sister a few hours ago," said a third.
Those were really good examples.
When I ask for people to remember a moment of happiness, they think I am looking for something extraordinary or saintly. They pick giant things they think they should feel, but probably don't. And not too many giant things happen to us during the day. Life is composed of thousands and thousands of small moments.
Happiness is the natural state of a human being -- just watch a baby for a few minutes.
The truth of the matter is that happiness is the natural state of a human being. Watch a baby for a few minutes. They don't seem to have too much trouble being happy.
To make the point, I bring ice cream into seminars. Everyone's mood suddenly perks up and they're all smiles. The ice cream does the trick -- it got them to forget their worries and focus on the goodness of life. Being happy should be a pleasure felt in the gut, not some abstract concept that stays in the mind.
Spend three days looking for your moments of happiness. Every time you feel a true shot of pleasure, notice it. You'll see that sometimes they are few and far between - not because there aren't many chances to feel them, but because you're worrying or focusing on what isn't going right.
Each moment can be filled with pleasure. If you were suddenly able to see or hear for the first time, you'd be filled with joy for at least a whole day.
Looking at a flower, seeing a friend walking toward you, enjoying something you're eating -- all of these are moments of happiness.
People often ask me whether they should write down their happy moments and look at the list every day. The truth is, we don't have to hang onto the old ones. Every second is bringing new ones. Why look at a list of what happened yesterday?
Happiness is an attitude of noticing the good constantly coming our way.
There's so much good coming every minute, there's no need to hand onto the past. We don't need to grasp onto a rope to prevent ourselves from drowning when we are standing on dry land.
The trick of it is to get into the habit of looking for good things, instead of griping all day about what's going wrong. I refer to this as a kind of boot camp. In boot camp, the army teaches a soldier how to instinctively do things he's never done before in his life, like marching or loading a weapon. We need to work at getting the same habits in happiness. We're often so consistently programmed to look for the bad or take our blessings for granted, that we become oblivious to all the interesting, pleasurable and good things around us.

ME: omg..i found this on a web which i find it a good way to change my habits of lookin things negatively..i hope this would help everyone to look at their life n tink about it..doesn't it show tt it is NOT DIFFICULT to be HAPPY? smile gals n boys..smile..be thankful n be happi wif wat u already hav..if there is sth you hav more..tt's a BONUS! =)

The given responsibility

2005-06-16T14:28:00.000+08:00

Giving Calhoun the Ball

by: Brian Cavanaugh, T.O.R., The Sower's Seeds

There once was this important football game between two teams. One teams was much larger than the other. The larger team was dominating the game and beating the smaller team. The coach for the smaller team saw that his team was not able to contain or block the larger team. So his only hope was to call the plays that went to Calhoun, the fastest back in the aream who could easily outrun the larger players once he broke free.

The coach talked with his quarterback about giving the ball to Calhoun and letting him run with it. The first play the coach was excited, but Calhoun did not get the ball. The second play was again signaled for Calhoun, but once again Colhoun did not get the ball. Now the game was in the final seconds with the smaller team's only hope being for Calhoun to break free and score the winning touchdown. The third play and again Calhoun did not get the ball. The coach was very upset so he sent in the play again for the fourth and final play. The ball was snapped and the quarterbak was sacked, ending the game.

The coach was furious as he confronted the quarterback: "I told you four times to give the ball to Calhoun and now we've lost the game."

The quarterback stood tall and told the coach, "Four times I called the play to give the ball to Calhoun. The problem was that Calhoun did not want the ball."

ME: hmm..it may seem funny to you but if u r a team sports player..u will understand..every single person related to a team is important..a coach to teach, players to play n win, reserves to standby in case of any accident/injury, manager to tk care of the welfare of the team, and oso as important as any other.. the supporters..so..everione is important..if a player doesn't give his/her fullest effort,he/she is not responsible to the team,the coach and those supporters shouting for him/her. Of course..u muz understand tt when an instruction is given to u..it may be a heavy load added to ur shoulder but y not look at it this way..the team trust u..the team knows u can make the difference..the team is supporting u..so do it for the team,for the supporters and DO IT FOR URSELF! you can make a difference!

a company n a listening ear is enough 2

2005-06-10T17:56:00.000+08:00

Just Listen by: Rachel Naomi Remen, Kitchen Table Wisdom

I suspect that the most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention. And especially if it's given from the heart. When people are talking, there's no need to do anything but receive them. Just take them in. Listen to what they're saying. Care about it. Most times caring about it is even more important than understanding it. Most of us don't value ourselves or our love enough to know this. It has taken me along time to believe in the power of simple saying, "I'm so sorry," when someone is in pain. And meaning it.
One of my patients told me that when she tried to tell her story people often interrupted to tell her that they once had something just like that happen to them. Subtly her pain became a story about themselves. Eventually she stopped talking to most people. It was just too lonely. We connect through listening. When we interrupt what someone is saying to let them know that we understand, we move the focus of attention to ourselves. When we listen, they know we care. Many people with cancer can talk about the relief of having someone just listen.
I have even learned to respond to someone crying by just listening. In the old days I used to reach for the tissues, until I realized that passing a person a tissue may be just another way to shut them down, to take them out of their experience of sadness and grief. Now I just listen. When they have cried all they need to cry, they find me there with them.
This simple thing has not been that easy to learn. It certainly went against everything I had been taught since I was very young. I thought people listened only because they were too timid to speak or did not know the answer. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well intentioned words.

ME: the story and the text here is so veri true..to listen is not easy..especialli mani ppl hav short concentration span..i often ask a friend out or call a friend up to talk but mani times i m too sad to start the topic..but wat made it worse is when i "reorganise" my feelings n thoughts n was about to tok.. the other party start talking trying to cheer me up..for mi...this realli doesn't help..i believe mani ppl experience this b4..i guess..ppl out dere.. start to use ur ears n ur heart to listen n understand b4 talking..
aniway..gals guys young old..juz wanna say i will always b dere if u need me =)

a company n a listening ear is enough

2005-06-10T17:52:00.000+08:00

One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist at a children's institution in England, an adolescent boy showed up in the waiting room. I went out there where he was walking up and down restlessly.
I showed him into my office and pointed to the chair on the other side of my desk. It was in late autumn, and the lilac bush outside the window had shed all its leaves. "Please sit down," I said.
David wore a black rain coat that was buttoned all the way up to his neck. His face was pale, and he stared at his feet while wringing his hands nervously. He had lost his father as an infant, and had lived together with his mother and grandfather since. But the year before David turned 13, his grandfather died and his mother was killed in a car accident. Now he was 14 and in family care.
His head teacher had referred him to me. "This boy," he wrote, "is understandably very sad and depressed. He refuses to talk to others and I'm very worried about him. Can you help?"
I looked at David. How could I help him? There are human tragedies psychology doesn't have the answer to, and which no words can describe. Sometimes the best thing one can do is to listen openly and sympathetically.
The first two times we met, David didn't say a word. He sat hunched up in the chair and only looked up to look at the children's drawings on the wall behind me. As he was about to leave after the second visit, I put my hand on his shoulder. He didn't shrink back, but he didn't look at me either.
"Come back next week, if you like," I said. I hesitated a bit. Then I said, "I know it hurts."
He came, and I suggested we play a game of chess. He nodded. After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon - in complete silence and without making any eye contact. It's not easy to cheat in chess, but I admit that I made sure David won once or twice.
Usually, he arrived earlier than agreed, took the chessboard and pieces from the shelf and began setting them up before I even got a chance to sit down. It seemed as if he enjoyed my company. But why did he never look at me?
"Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his pain with," I thought. "Perhaps he senses that I respect his suffering." One afternoon in late winter, David took off his rain coat and put it on the back of the chair. While he was setting up the chess pieces, his face seemed more alive and his motions more lively.
Some months later, when the lilacs blossomed outside, I sat starring at David's head, while he was bent over the chessboard. I thought about how little we know about therapy - about the mysterious process associated with healing. Suddenly, he looked up at me.
"It's your turn," he said.
After that day, David started talking. He got friends in school and joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times ("I'm biking with some friends and I feel great"); letters about how he would try to get into university. After some time, the letters stopped. Now he had really started to live his own life.
Maybe I gave David something. At least I learned a lot from him. I learned how time makes it possible to overcome what seems to be an insuperable pain. I learned to be there for people who need me. And David showed me how one - without any words - can reach out to another person. All it takes is a hug, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch, a sympathetic nature - and an ear that listens.

to be continue..blah blah..

failure or success depends on you

2005-04-26T20:21:00.000+08:00

FORGET THE PAST

The past is only alive if you keep it alive. You can’t change yesterday but you can build today for tomorrow. Don’t shackle yourself with regrets. Don’t start feeling sorry for yourself. Whatever your previous circumstances, others have gotten through the same or worse. Appreciate yourself as a tested survivor: strong and determined. Learn from the past but don’t assume that your past automatically equals your future. Instead, fill your life with anticipation. Set your goals. Write your to-dos. Just because you haven’t done something before doesn’t mean that you can’t start doing it right now. Be the new, dynamic you. Right now.

SO WHAT IF U HAVE TO RISK NOW

Be ready. There is no better time to start taking positive action than right now. You research and you have confidence in your preparations. You don’t allow yourself to become paralyzed by indecision. You realize that a time comes when you must act. If you hesitate too long, doubts will linger and turn into fears. Yes, you may stumble. Yes, you may be rejected. Yes, you may fail. This is life. Life’s winners accept that in trying they may have to adjust and even start again and again. The difference between successful people and others is not whether you make mistakes or even temporarily fail, but how you respond. Many people look for guarantees before taking independent action. Yet, in seeking assurances, they frequently receive cautions, which can easily be used as excuses for inaction.

MAINTAIN POSITIVE..

A positive mental attitude results from a life dedicated to self-improvement and service. With a personal commitment to doing your best today, you don’t have to be overly concerned about tomorrow. You can be confident that good things will happen and be equally confident that if trouble comes you will have the strength and skills to cope, take control and then conquer. You are tough. You stay at it. You don’t allow your doubts to destroy your dreams. Hope does spring eternal. You are thankful to have the curiosity to keep learning. You are grateful to see opportunity knock so often. You are thankful to have the personality to keep making new friends. Your mind can only hold one thought at a time so make that one thought positive. Count your blessings. The way is clear. The world is a better place because you are in it.

ME: if i tell myself i had lost..then its over... but if we persist together..the battle has just started..WAY TO GO GUYS..we can do it..i have faith in VJ netball..LET'S DO IT~!

celebration of life instead of gathering of death

2005-04-10T21:20:00.000+08:00

Me:I read this somewhere and felt tt this person talks bout how true human look upon death of a person............

On my way home from coaching basketball yesterday, I was listening to WGN; my favorite talk radio station out of Chicago. I could tell right away that there was something wrong by the somber mood of the speaker. There had been a plane crash. Two small planes collided into each other over a northern suburb of Chicago. What made the story hit close to home was that Bob Collins, the morning show man for WGN, was the pilot of one of the planes and had been killed. (I'm sure that many readers have tuned in "Uncle Bobby" on their car radios in the Midwest.) Later that night, as I made my 40 minute drive to my third shift job, I listened as the station reminisced and paid tribute to a man who was loved by many. They told story after story, describing him as the ultimate friend, and a man who had lived life to the fullest. Genuine love and affection poured in from all over the country. The more I listened about how this man had influenced those around him, the more discouraged I became.
Why you ask?
I was discouraged because I wanted to know why we as a culture, wait until somebody has passed away before we tell them how much we love them? Why do we wait until someone's ears can't hear before we let them how much they mean to us? Why do we wait until it is too late before we recall the good qualities of a person? Why do we build someone up after they have gone into eternity? What good does it do then! We share memory after memory, as we laugh, cry, and think back about what was positive in a person's life. Yes, it does help us cope with the grief of losing someone that was special to us. And yes it does bring those who are coping, closer together. But as we lovingly remember this person, our words fall short of the ears that most needed to hear them.
Just once I would like to see a celebration of life, instead of a gathering of death. A celebration where stories are told, eyes mist over, laughter rings out; and as the speaker concludes his or her loving tribute, the person they are honoring rises from their chair and gives them the biggest bear hug! Wouldn't that be something! The special person gets to hear the stories and come to the realization that they have made a difference on this earth. And all this is done well before they leave their earthly bodies and go into eternity. And when the inevitable funeral finally comes, we can say good bye with the knowledge that they knew exactly how people felt about them while they were here on earth.

Me: wonder if u tinks the same way as me..i actualli watched a movie b4 that shows how a person who found out tt he had cancer ( last stage..and left bout 1-2 month of life) lived,this person(in the movie) organised a living funeral for himself..and gathered all his friends n relatives..they did the same procedures as wat in funeral would be and all the ppl tt attend tells him how much he meant to them...it was a successful n meaningful day for the person..upon death..everyone did not regret anithing (as in nv regret wat they nv do/say for/to him b4)..they juz say goodby3..............................
So i was thinking..everytime u read an email or something tt tells/urge u to tell someone u love how much u appreciate them n how much u treasure them and blah b4 its too late..u will feel something bout it..but do u actualli do it? this is sth we shld learnt..saying goodby3 when the time comes may not be the most impt thing.. u got to understand tt when u are able to leave this world knowing tt so mani ppl loved u b4,n how much u made each other's life something..u are someone..
Here i am..hoping everyone in this world whether alive or dead had once LIVED their life the way they wanted n may angels bless them happiness~

would u tell her or never?

2005-03-15T10:33:00.001+08:00

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.

I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together. She said, "I miss you."
I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat. Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!" Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night. But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go. She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."
With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."

I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?" I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?" I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself." She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets.

But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.

ME: hmm..if u had a terminal disease..would u share the pain wif ur love one or hide from her forever? i m not sure about tt..but i tink if someone i love is dying..i hope he will tell mi..veri much i would wanna share his pain juz like how we share our joy..at least we can keep a wonderful memory of happiness n not yrs of regrets n pain.....................

The power of Love

2005-03-08T10:06:00.001+08:00

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark.Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there?

She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task.Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement wasn't working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry - how would she react?

Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again."I'm blind!", she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you're abandoning me."Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day.He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat.Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, And his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure do envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?"The driver responded, "It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, "What do you mean?"The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine-looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building.Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady." Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence.

She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.

ME: when i first read this story..not much feelings..but as time goes on i thot about it..life is full of 'surprises' everyday..u will nv know wat will happen to u one day..if u have someone like MARK..u dun use ur eyes to see who is tt person u love but rather use ur heart to feel his heart.. for all u know..love has link both of you!

always think twice first

2005-01-31T10:26:00.000+08:00

A woman repeated a bit of gossip about a neighbor.Within a few days the whole community knew the story. The person it concerned was deeply hurt and offended. Later the woman responsible for spreading the rumor learned that it was completely untrue. She was very sorry and went to a wise old sage to find out what she could do to repair the damage.
"Go to the marketplace," he said, "and purchase a chicken, and have it killed. Then on your way home, pluck its feathers and drop them one by one along the road." Although surprised by this advice, the woman did what she was told.
The next day the wise man said, "Now go and collect all those feathers you dropped yesterday and bring them back to me."
The woman followed the same road, but to her dismay, the wind had blown the feathers all away. After searching for hours, she returned with only three in her hand. "You see," said the old sage, "it's easy to drop them, but it's impossible to get them back. So it is with gossip. It doesn't take much to spread a rumor, but once you do, you can never completely undo the wrong."

ME: Ever had the same experience? people do some things n ppl regret after doing it..sounds silly right?but these things ALWAYS happen..i dun deny tt i nv gossip bout other ppl b4..but i know in future..i will think twice..same for u guys ok? one more thing..if some rumor hit on you badly..my advice is ignore it since it's not true..it is ur own life n u decide wat u wanna do with it..other ppl has no right to condemn u..so..dun tink so much bout wat other ppl says.. ok?

communication problem?

2005-01-31T10:16:00.000+08:00

I came home from school yesterday afternoon feeling sad and sorry for myself. My boyfriend of nearly two years had dumped me for an airheaded cheerleader. That wasn't supposed to happen. Our senior year is supposed to be special. Actually, he didn't have the guts. Three of his jockey friends were more than happy to relate the news to me. I hate all of them.
The journey home was so like taking forever.When i reached my house doorstep, the thought of who I'm gonna faced soon makes me feel worse.
"Why are you home from school so late young lady?" came the first thing out of my father's mouth when I opened the door. It wasn't a question. It was more like an accusation.
I walked by him without saying a word. I wasn't ready to deal with this
"Don't you walk away from me! You are nothing but trouble, you know that? Go to your room right now."
I gave him a 'wish you were dead' look and stampeded straight to my room. Good, that's where I wanted to be anyway. My father had been so mean and discriminating for many months now. I really couldn't stand the sight of him anymore. I hated him at that moment too. I hated all men.
My bedroom door slammed shut and was locked right away. No way I was letting anyone in. I turned my computer on and took off my shoes as it connected to the internet. I needed to talk to someone, anyone who would listen.
Making myself comfortable in a small swivel chair, I searched for a chat room for people locally. I found one easily and clicked on the romance section. I needed to feel loved at that moment, even if it was all phony. When asked to enter a log-on name I typed in Lonely_Heart, for that's what I was. There's no way I would ever give out my real name on the internet. Too many crazy people out there.
"Hello Lonely, what brings you here this afternoon?" came a message on my screen.
I looked closer for the name of this guy. Loneliness. "Well I see we have something in common. I just came to find someone to talk to," I typed back in my slow hunt-and-peck method.
"Same here," came his quick reply. "What do you want to talk about?"
Then on the spur of the moment I just told him everything bad about my day and my life. The words came out freely and I really didn't expect him to understand my feelings. Men never understand.
"Just a minute," he answered. "I need to do something really quick but I'll be right back." He wasn't coming back. I didn't blame him. Should have known better than to think a man would listen to me.

There was a pounding on my bedroom door at that moment. I jumped up in my chair half-startled. "Tatiana?" came my father's all too well known accusing voice. "There's leftovers in the refrigerator for supper when you get hungry. I'll be in my study room if you need me." And then he was gone. Good riddance.

"I know how you feel," magically appeared on my screen a few seconds later. I couldn't believe it. He really did come back. "I feel much the same way as you do. My family hates me. I have no friends. They will never understand how much I really love them," he typed quickly.
"Why don't you just tell them?" I asked.
"I can't."
I decided not to push him any further about it. We made small talk about our feelings and what we wanted from life. This man did understand me. This conversation was a blessing to me.
"Lonely, I'm dying."
I didn't quite understand. "What do you mean?" I asked eagerly.
"What I said. I'm dying and I'm scared." There were no words exchanged for a minute or two. I knew what he was saying. I just didn't want to believe it.
"How so?" I responded after an eternity.
"I went to doctor a few months ago. I have cancer. He said I might live for thirty days or thirty years. There's just no way to tell."
My heart suddenly dropped. Somehow I felt a special bond with this man. He was like an old friend. He couldn't be dying. It just wasn't fair.
"I don't know what to say," I answered back honestly.
"Don't say anything. I haven't told anyone yet. I am so scared and worried of what will become of my family. I love them so much." Another silence. "And they don't even know it."

There was an intolerable silence now. I glanced quickly at my watch. Somehow time had slipped by for morning had already arrived. Suddenly I knew what I needed to do. I needed to meet this man in person to let him know that someone does care. His family was selfish to leave him feeling such despair.
"Loneliness?" I typed.
"Yes?"
"I have enjoyed this so much but I have to leave soon. I feel silly for asking this. Is there any way we can meet in person later today or this week?"
There was no hesitation this time. "I would like that very much. You do live in Sanderson right? Maybe we can meet at the coffee shop downtown?" he asked.
"Sure. Four o'clock this afternoon if you can make it." I looked at my watch again. Nearly eight in the morning.
"Okay, it's a date then," came the seemingly cheerful reply.
"I can't wait!" I typed in and said out loud at the same time. "Gotta run now though. Meet me at the little table by the front window. See ya then!" and I shut the computer down quickly.
I stood up from the swivel chair and stretched for the first time in over twelve hours. I hadn't gotten up for anything all night. By then I was starving so I unlocked the bedroom door and headed for the kitchen in a daze. My little brother was there eating some kind of bran cereal. I just grabbed a couple of bananas from the marble counter top and headed back to my room to get ready for the day.
I passed by Dad's study room and saw the light creeping from under his door. I don't think he ever went to sleep last night. Several times I could have sworn I heard him laughing and mumbling to himself throughout the night. I doubt it though. I just wanted to get out of the house before he started yelling and bickering again.
The day at school today seemed to go by pretty fast. I saw Jonathan, my ex-boyfriend, in the halls between some of my classes. He seemed happier than usual but he didn't have the nerve to look at me. I didn't see his new girlfriend with him either. That didn't matter to me though.
I was going to meet the nicest, kindest man I had ever known in just a few hours. I wrote him a letter during my study break. It was basically just to let him know that someone did care and that he was loved. Even if it was only by me, a complete stranger.
The final bell at school finally rang. I saw Jonathan race down the halls like he was in a hurry to get somewhere. It was three forty-five now. I had fifteen minutes to walk to the coffee shop downtown. It was less than a mile away. I was so scared all of the sudden. What if this man didn't like me? What if he was just some sick person who wanted to hurt me? What if he was twelve years old or eighty years old? It didn't really matter I supposed. We were meeting in a public place and I said I'd be there. Besides, I just knew deep down inside he was telling the truth. He was dying. He needed me.
I walked slowly down the gravel sidewalk to the coffee shop with my heart pounding furiously every step of the way. It was a mile long but it seemed much shorter now. I was getting there too fast. I pulled my arm close to my face and looked at my watch. Three fifty-five.
The coffee shop was almost empty when I finally stepped inside its swinging doors. No one was in the seat by the front window. I told the man behind the counter that I was just waiting for a friend. He smiled and nodded slightly.
I slid into one of the seats by the front window with my back to the door. Two minutes after four. My new friend wasn't coming. I was disappointed but a little relieved too.
Then I heard the little bell above the front door ring wildly. Someone had stepped in. I didn't dare turn around to see who it was. Maybe this was the moment of truth.
There was a strong hand on my shoulder then. It was him. I couldn't breathe. He spoke the name he knew me by softly, almost like he was crying. "Lonely_Heart."

I finally had the courage to look up at him directly in the eyes. He was crying. His right hand was covering his forehead like he was lost from the world.

Then I cried with him. We hugged and sat there for hours just enjoying each other's company. There wasn't a single moment when tears weren't shed.

This man was perfect.

This man was my father.

ME: It may be hard to tell ur love ones how u feel..but sometimes..u realli need to..most families have this problem of communication..start establish one with ur parents/children..i would say i m blessed to have such wonderful parents with me tt i talk anithing in this world wif them..dun be jealous n you can oso do it too..nothing is impossible.

fooled by fate

2005-01-22T23:01:00.000+08:00

There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. So he asked his mother and she gave him permission.
He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.
She looked up and asked, "Can I help you?"
She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.
He said, "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD."
He picked one out and gave her money for it.
"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.
He nodded and she went to the back.
She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.
So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...
!!!RRRRRING!!!
The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"
It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "I'm so sorry.. He...he passed away yesterday..."
The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day,the mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.
Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.
It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn
The mother opened another CD...
Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn ..................

ME: quite touching isn't it..i just hope tt all LOVE in this world doesn't fooled by fate..sometimes heaven makes fun of us..but i believe..if it's Yours..it YOURS..

Pete Rose philosophy

2005-01-08T23:23:00.000+08:00

Pete Rose, the famous baseball player, and I have never met, but he taught me something so valuable that it changed my life. Pete was being interviewed in spring training the year he was about to break Ty Cobb's all time hits record. One reporter blurted out, "Pete, you only need 78 hits to break the record. How many at-bats do you think you'll need to get the 78 hits?" Without hesitation, Pete just stared at the reporter and very matter-of-factly said, "78." The reporter yelled back, "Ah, come on Pete, you don't expect to get 78 hits in 78 at-bats do you?"
Mr. Rose calmly shared his philosophy with the throngs of reporters who were anxiously awaiting his reply to this seemingly boastful claim. "Every time I step up to the plate, I expect to get a hit! If I don't expect to get a hit, I have no right to step in the batter's box in the first place!" "If I go up hoping to get a hit," he continued, "then I probably don't have a prayer to get a hit. It is a positive expectation that has gotten me all of the hits in the first place."
When I thought about Pete Rose's philosophy and how it applied to everyday life, I felt a little embarrassed. As a business person, I was hoping to make my sales quotas. As a father, I was hoping to be a good dad. As a married man, I was hoping to be a good husband.
The truth was that I was an adequate salesperson, I was not so bad of a father, and I was an okay husband. I immediately decided that being okay was not enough! I wanted to be a great salesperson, a great father and a great husband.....

ME: i read this somewhere n i find it veri true..when u wanna do sth.. before u do it u muz believe n aim the highest u wanna be..onli den u can achieve high...nv tink tt "aim high fall hard"..PPL..WORK HARD N U CAN DO IT~! (saying to my dmn netball gals) =)

worry? NO NO~!

2005-01-08T23:20:00.000+08:00

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry,
two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.

We cannot undo a single act we performed;
we cannot erase a single word we said.
Yesterday is gone forever.

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow
with all its possible adversities, its burdens,
its large promise and its poor performance;
Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

Tomorrow's sun will rise,
either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise.
Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow,
for it is yet to be born.

This leaves only one day, Today.
Any person can fight the battle of just one day.
It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities
Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down.

It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad,
it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.

Let us, therefore, Live but one day at a time.

change urself n not anithing else

2004-12-18T22:03:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony.

He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need thousands of cows' skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.
Then one of his wise servant dared himself to tell the king, "Why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money ? Why don't you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet ?"

The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a "shoe" for himself.

There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story : to make this world a happy place to live, you better change yourself - your heart and not the world.

dun take it for granted

2004-12-14T01:21:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in a orphanage.

The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly.

"Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered.

There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls.

"Why can't I be like them?" he thought.

One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox.

He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.

"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and girls."

"That is very sad." said the little boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think we could be friends?" he said to the little boy in the sandbox.

"Sure." said the little boy.

The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy's father and whispered something into his ear.

"That would be OK," said the man.

The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said, "You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for you."

The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.

The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice,

"I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M FLYING!"

ME: sometimes we dun see wat we are blessed with..people are nv contented..wat u actualli have it may be something so common so take-it-for-granted..but it can be something so precious to some others...to all,pls be contented with wat u have..if u hav ur hands ur legs ur 5 senses..U R FORTUNATE~!

did u miss out someone....?

2004-12-12T18:35:00.000+08:00

She was not beautiful.Nothing about her was extraordinary.Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.She grew up in a family of six.The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age.As she grew stronger, and brighter,She instilled a sort of light cheer to whomever she met.
She was not beautiful.But she made others feel beautiful about themselves.She meets a rebel boy who thinks he's all man.Befriending him, she teaches him how to read,A little boost the man needed to go to college.
They became friends fast and she fell,Fast in love with her rugged, handsome student.The "man" then finds himself in a dilemma.He soon found himself in love with a girl.A girl so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest men's head.Her hair was a halo of light around her,Her eyes the bluest blue of ocean.
Like an angel he tells his tutor, Like a beautiful angel.The girl swallows a lump at her throat .
She was not beautiful.She did not possess the heart of the one she loved.But she did not care.As long as he was happy,She would be or so she tried to.
She helped him write the most beautiful letter to his angel.All the time envisioning that it was she herself, Receiving those very letters.And so the girl helped him choose the right words,Buy the right gifts for his angel.His angel brought him much joy.And much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles.But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive.
Then one day, all hell broke loose.The angel he loved left him for another man.A richer, more successful man.The boy was stunned.He was so hurt he did not speak for days.The girl went to him.He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.He hurt and so did she.
Time went by.And so the wounds heal.The boy realizes something about his friend tutor.He never realized before.How her laughter sounded heavenly.Or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days.Or simply how beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him!
Beautiful.This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.And he began to fall.Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.
On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her.He walked to her house, nervous ad fidgeting.Running his thoughts over and over in his head.He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.He was going to tell her how wonderfully n love he was with her.He knocked.No one was home.
The next day he found out,The beautiful girl he fell in love with had brain aneurysm.That put her into a coma.The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.
One final time he got to see her.He held her hand.He stroked her hair,And he cried for this beautiful girl.He cried for he will never see her smile.Or hear her speak his name .
He cried.But it was too late.
The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out.In a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.She was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Look around you.Aren't there a lot of plain faces? Take a good look. A real good look or you might miss out On that beautiful person.
Forever.

Me: all i had to say is to LOOK ard n dun regret when it is too late~!everyone is an angel one way or another...

In Love, acceptance rather than Forgiveness

2004-12-02T22:55:00.000+08:00

Ravindra possessed all the good traits that a guy would ask for. He was a focused, career-minded person who knew what he wanted out of his life. His life was fully planned. Studied hard at school, scored high grades, then took up engineering and excelled there too and finally got himself a decent job in reputed firm. He kept himself away from all the temptations that any guy his age would easily fall for - alcohol, cigarettes, and girls. He always behaved like a responsible person and took charge of the family matters in spite of being the youngest one in the family. A Decent guy is what every body would call him. Many even referred to him as almost perfect. Almost may be, but not perfect. He had one flaw in him. He was an egotistic man. Perhaps Ego shadows Perfection.Kaveri was herself an egotistic person; plus she was smart and stubborn. She was a born winner. She was good at everything she did, whether it was sports, college projects, dance competition, or pranks for that matter. Ashraf, Sarah, Kaveri and I became friends since the first day of college. Kaveri was rightfully chosen as the leader of the group. Kaveri played different roles at different times. Whenever there was a need she would become an Agony Aunt, a Friend, a Philosopher and often a Counselor. She always had solutions to all problems. At all times she seemed to be having complete control over her life.

Kaveri fell in love with Ravindra and both got married. Their relationship lasted for 3 years before marriage and everything seemed to be going perfectly fine. But soon after marriage Ravindra attempted to dominate the relationship. Kaveri's confidence gave birth to his insecurities and he felt a need to outsmart her on every occasion. With each passing day Ravindra's domination over Kaveri increased. Ravindra overruled every decision Kaveri took for the family. All her suggestions were turned down harshly. At first it happened with in the closed walls of their house, but then Ravindra started exhibiting his domination in front of us. He started treating her more as an assistant than as a wife. Whenever there was a get-together, Ravindra would create a scene. Kaveri didn't felt embarrassed over all this, but she was hurt. No matter what issue Ravindra chose to justify his anger, Kaveri was always able to see through them. She knew what bothered him. She tried to normalize their relationship, but more maturely she behaved more distant Ravindra became from her.

One day, we all gathered at Ashraf's place to celebrate Kaveri's recent promotion at work. It was a moment of happiness for her, but Ravindra didn't care to let it remain that way. While Ashraf, Sarah and I were engrossed in our friendly banter, we suddenly heard Ravindra yelling. He was about to hit her, but then stopped suddenly and barged out of the house. For the first time we saw tears in Kaveri's eyes. She kept looking at the door hoping Ravindra would come back, but he didn't.

Sarah escorted Kaveri to the sofa. She offered handkerchief to Kaveri, but Kaveri refused to take it. We all knew Kaveri would never take suggestions from anyone, but Sarah couldn't hold herself and began advising.
"Kavi! I think you two should go for counseling to see if there is a reason to keep this marriage together."
Kaveri didn't utter a word, but I could see she was into deep thinking.
Moments later Ashraf joined Sarah...
"Kavi, you should now accept that this relationship has no chance of survival. I know a good lawyer. You should meet him." At this Kaveri stood up and hugged both of them.
"I will leave now and don't worry about me. I will manage. I feel fortunate to have friends like you. You have always wished good things for me. But I can't take your advice."
She then looked towards me.
"Mann, drop me at my place." That was her style. She never requested or suggested, only ordered.
"Ok" I said and joined her.

I had lot of things going on in mind but I knew there was no point talking to her, she just won't listen. So I decided to keep quite.
When we reached close to her house, Kaveri looked at me.
"You have nothing to say?" she asked.
"No point in saying anything when it's not going to make a difference." I replied curtly.
"I know what I am doing Mann. Have faith in me. Things would be alright." Kaveri tried to assure me.
"What are you doing?" I asked without much interest.
"I am not quitting on my relationship. I have decided to mend it. Nurture it with the Love."
"How do you plan to do that?" I asked.
"I have already started doing what I need to do. Every time any such incident occurs, when Ravindra hurts me I just go to my room and talk to my diary. I write down what had happened, how I feel about it and in the end I start listing all the reasons that made me love him. I keep adding reasons till I convince myself that my love for him is more powerful than my anger. I go back and treat him like he has never hurt me." Kaveri seemed determined but I was skeptical about her concept.

"And you think this would change him?" I asked.
"I don't wish to change him. I have decided to accept him as he is." Kaveri replied.
"I would like to see how far this will take your relationship." I expressed my doubt.
"It's going to keep my relationship alive." Kaveri claimed.
"Then I will ask you after 5 years, whether you are happy with your relationship?"

Today after 5 years, I have realized Kaveri was right. She not only maintained the relationship but also had groomed it further. With time Ravindra came to realize the selflessness of Kaveri's love. He no longer attempts to dominate her and gives her all the respect she deserves. Ravindra changed himself and that has changed their relationship too. Their relationship could survive through the tough phase of life only because Kaveri refused to give up on it. Today they both live a happy life.

Kaveri's idea about relationship has surfaced in my mind again. She was right about relationship...
Relationship is not about finding a perfect person and then falling in love. Relationship is about accepting the person you love without judging.

Problems occur in relationship when we start judging things on right or wrong basis. Why do we need to label anything as right or wrong? Being right or wrong is just a matter of opinion and varies from person to person. Whatever makes a person uncomfortable is judged as wrong. That's not the way it has to be. If that is the case we could never guarantee whatever we do would be considered right. Can we? Then the question if the other person is right or wrong shouldn't arise.

With judgment comes disappointment as not everyone would reach up to our expectation. The disappointment then leads to pain and stress. And when we are hurt we completely forget what made us love the person in the first place. We focus only on the behavior that had caused us stress and forget everything else. We fail to realize that there's more to a person than one act of unkindness. Initially we tend to keep it to ourselves. We don't let it out nor do we forget it. We keep saying to ourselves that we are adjusting or compromising by forgiving the other person. But that we think of forgiveness says that we believe what the person did was wrong. With that labeling process, we just continue to build a perception of the other person as being wrong again and again. We keep comforting ourselves and building up anger towards the other person. Then comes a day we decide we can't take any more and we react impulsively damaging the very relationship for which we were willing to suffer. Often we damage the relationship to an extent that it becomes Irreparable. Forgiving is easier said than done.

When we accept others the way they are, we accept the fact that not always will they do things that we like. Some times they would bother us, irritate us or even hurt us. But in spite of all that if we remember they are the very people who love us then our anger would subside automatically.

In a relationship Forgiveness is not the solution, but Acceptance is! Acceptance may seem like a bitter medicine to swallow but it cures the relationship of the disease called Separation.

Me: when i read this article..dere is a strong feeling of guilt..i m sincerely sorry to those tt i had judge them b4..it is true tt it is hard to say wat is right n wat is wrong..i onli wanna tell u guys tt..b4 u wanna make a decision..make sure it is not a rash decision esp in relationships where quarrels leading to breakup occurs easily~! it is usualli too late to regret.......

shld one let go or shld another give a chance?

2004-12-01T01:29:00.000+08:00

She looks out the large tinted window and watches the trees and bushes pass in rich green blurs as the Sun shines through the windows on the other side of the Greyhound bus. The Sun creates a glare on her window. She sees her reflection among the fingerprints and grease smudges from foreheads that had once rested against the window's coolness.

She sighs quietly and wonders to herself how this could be her. She hadn't looked like this at one time. One time she had been happy and full of life. She had been excited and eager to experience life. But now she was tired and exhausted. Now she didn't look forward to taking the challenges life presented to her everyday. She only anticipated the day she could finally lay down in her permanent resting place. Even though it felt like that day was right around the corner, she knew it was far from the near future. She knew she had many more phases of life ahead of her.

Loud eruptions of laughter echoed in her head. The Sun continued to put a glare on her window. She saw the dust floating in the air through the yellow rays. She could see his face. He had a wide grin with perfect white teeth and his eyes as blue as the sky, his hair dark brown. Even the memory of his face left her in awe. He was the handsomest man she had ever met. But the cruelest. He had been able to make her laugh until her ribs ached. But he also made her cry herself to sleep. It had turned sour, just like all of the other things in her life.

She looked into her reflection again. The cut on her lip was healing well, but it was still visible. She turned the side of her face to take a good look at the bruise on her cheekbone. That too was fading. It was fading as more distant was being put between her and her old life. She was leaving for a new life. She was ready for the next chapter.

She smiled. He was no more than a memory. A memory she tied with red ribbon and hid away from the world. She loved him still. And she would never stop loving him, but she wasn't going to give herself up to him. No one was going to own her.

The bus slowed and pulled into a service plaza. Everyone began to stir from their motionless positions and stand up. As she stood up and stretched, she could feel her spine extend - cracking as her hands reached up to the ceiling of the roof. Yawns escaped the group as they began to step off the bus and walk toward the service plaza building. The group divided; some heading for the Men's Restroom, others for the Women's Restroom, several hurried to the Burger King to get their doses of caffeine through large cups of coffee. She wandered over to a small store and looked at all of the postcards. She smiled and thought of sending one to someone. But who? Her smile stuck to her face, though the enjoyment began to slip away. She turned away from the store and went to an unfamiliar fast food area. She purchased a small Pepsi and a hot cinnamon bun with icing poured on it in an attractive way.

As she headed back to the bus, she noticed several of the other passengers making small talk, one pair even flirting. Suddenly she felt old. A heavy weight tied to her soul. She wished she'd never met him.
No, she was glad she met him. She wished she'd never fallen in love with im.
No, she was glad she was in love with him. She wished he'd been all that she wanted him to be. And he was. But she wasn't all that he wanted her to be. If she had been, he wouldn't have been so unhappy. Right?

Letting go was harder than she thought.

She got back onto the bus and walked back to her seat and ate her bun in silence. The driver was still inside the plaza building having his share of coffee. Only two others had returned to the bus. The flirters. She watched them, slowly and quietly eating her breakfast.
Let go, Alyssa. Let go...She closed her eyes and tried to forget. Just forget.
She turned back to her window and watched birds hop along the parking lot, eating all the crumbs and remains of fast meals families and couples and individuals had eaten over the day. She was intrigued by the way they moved. They had a quicker sense of danger than she had. They escaped it. She didn't.She closed her eyes again and fought the burning sensation. She felt a tear run down her face. She wiped it away and made the burning sensation go away.

Why couldn't she just let go?

ME: why do some ppl just can't let go...
and when they found out tt they still love the opp...can't just the opp forgive forget n give another chance?
i still couldn't get an answer...
ppl says over means over..but isn't it just being STUBBORN..haha..i dunno..
got a qn for everyone..wats is loving someone n wat is someone loving u n wat is loving each other?
if someone confess or u know tt he/she has feelings for u... u tink tt u dun like her.. BUT HOW DO U EXACTLY KNOW TT U DUN LIKE HER...
just wanna tell u guys...give ppl a chance..giving a chance realli means alot..love is full of miracles isn't it....
HERE i BleSs everyone's love life full of happiness n warmth~!

wrinkles?

2004-11-27T01:40:00.000+08:00

A boy of five was watching his mother get ready for work one sunny morning. First she would brush her teeth this way and that. The little boy did this too. Every night before he went to bed, and every morning when he got up he would brush his teeth this way and that. Then his mother would wash her face, and brush her hair. The boy also would do this. Every morning when he got up he would wash his face, and brush his hair this way and that. Then his mother would paint her lips red. This the boy did not do. So he asked his mother, “Mommy, why do you paint your lips red?” And his mother would reply, “Why to look beautiful, honey.”Then the boy’s mother would smooth cream on her face. Again, the boy didn’t understand, so he asked his mother, “Mommy, why do you put cream on your face?”This time the mother replied, “Why to keep away the wrinkles, and to look beautiful, honey.”Now the boy was very confused.He saw his wrinkle dog, Pudge, and wondered if his mother’s magic wrinkle cream would work on him too. The boy did not try this though, for he had much to contemplate.The boy walked over to his big sister’s room. She was sixteen years old. She was also painting her lips, (pink instead of red), and putting powder on her eyes, but the boy did not see any magic wrinkle cream. So he asked his sister, “Sister, why don’t you put on any magic wrinkle cream?” And much to the boy’s surprise, his sister kicked him out of the room.So the boy went to kindergarten, still wondering about the magic wrinkle cream. When the kids were going out for recess, the boy spotted his teacher in the staff room with the door open. She was painting his lips red, putting powder on her eyes, and then she smoothed what the boy could only guess was magic wrinkle cream on her face. So the boy asked his teacher, “Teacher, why do you put cream on your face?” And the teacher said, “Why, to keep away the wrinkles and to look beautiful.”The boy had now gotten the same answer from two people. But he was still very confused. How did this magic wrinkle cream make someone look beautiful?The boy had another week to contemplate this until his grandmother came down to visit. The boy watched as his grandma unpacked her travel bag. She had a toothbrush for her teeth, a face cloth for her face, and even red lipstick like his mom, but no where did the boy see the magic wrinkle cream.So the boy asked his grandmother, “Grandmother, why don’t you have any magic wrinkle cream?”Unfortunately, the boy’s grandmother did not know what magic wrinkle cream was, so the boy ran to his mother’s room, rummaged through his mother’s powders and paints, and found the cream and brought it back to his grandmother. She looked at the cream, and then much to the boy’s surprise she threw back her head and laughed out loud.Now the boy saw lines appear on his grandmother’s face that he had never seen before. By her eyes and by her smiling mouth.“I don’t need to use magic wrinkle cream.” His grandmother began to explain to the boy’s waiting ears. “For these are not wrinkles. They are Joy-lines.” The boy did not understand, so his grandmother picked him up. “You see, your mother gave me joy and then I received these Joy-lines. Now you have given me more joy and I have received even more Joy-lines.” The boy thought this through, and the next day when his mother was getting ready for work, the boy said, “Mommy, I’m sorry.” And the boy’s mother turned around and asked, “Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong.”And the boy replied.“Grandma says wrinkles aren’t wrinkles, but they’re Joy-lines. She says that you gave her Joy-lines, and now I give you Joy-lines.” The boy felt very sad, and had tears in his eyes now. “So, I’m sorry because you have to cover them up to look beautiful.”The boy bit his lip, and watched his mother, feeling very sad and guilty indeed. But the boy’s mother had tears in her eyes now too, and she put down her cream, and then the mother of forty-five hugged the boy tight and said,“I love you for these Joy-lines, and I love you for you. I’ll never use this magic wrinkle cream again.”And the boy’s mother threw the cream away, and she never had to cover her Joy-lines again.

ME: hee.. yeah..joy-lines..if i am a granny.. i also hope to have my children n grandchildren so happy n well.. so all the mothers out dere...smile..stay CHEERFUL..having a child is ur blessings~!

sand n stone

2004-11-11T01:03:00.000+08:00

Sand & Stone
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt,but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."
They kept on walking until they found an oasis,where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: > "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him,"After i hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, >an hour to appreciate them, >a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

Me: yUp..in uR Life..there are mani ppl came into ur life played a small role n left..but these little things they do make a difference in ur life..remember their kindness..always forgive n forget the bad.. all friends out they.. treasure the little things ard u...try to figure out the the good intention n not always look at wat things seems to be~!

ToTaLLy reflect wat i always tink n felt

2004-11-10T17:54:00.000+08:00

Here is sth that every sentence have a strong meaning..if onli now then u realise certain things..it is still not too late..do sth bout it before u regret...friends..know what is love........................

It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is most painful is to love someone and never finding the courage to let the person know how you feel.

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we should know how to be grateful for that gift.

Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance - and you find out you still care for that person.

A sad thing about life is when you meet someone that means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and you just have to let go.

When one door of happiness closes, another opens but often we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch, swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had.

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back; don't expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their hearts but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.

There are things you love to hear but you would never hear it from the person from whom you would like to hear it, but don't be deaf to hear it from the person who says it with his heart.

Never say goodbye when you still want to try - never give up when you still feel you can take it - never say you don't love that person anymore when you can't let go.

Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed, need to love those who still love even though they've been hurt before.
(hey guys..yup..if u lost ur love one today..dun be disheartened..dun lose hope..dere are stil mani out there who loves you...)

It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone - but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Don't go for looks, it can deceive; don't go for wealth - even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because only a smile makes a dark day seem bright. Hope you find that person.

There are moments in life when you really miss someone that you want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real. Hope you dream of that someone.

Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, cause you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want in life.

You have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy and enough money to buy me gifts .
Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person, too.

A careless word may kindle strife; a cruel word may wreck a life; a timely word may level stress; a loving word may heal and bless.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them with our own image - otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

Love starts with a smile, develops with a kiss and ends with a tear.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling; live your life so that when you die, you're smiling and everyone around you is crying.

something interesting

2004-10-26T17:50:00.000+08:00

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to this class on the problem science has with God, the Almighty.
He asks one of new students to stand and......
Professor: So you believe in God?
Student: Absolutely, sir.
Professor: Is God good?
Student: Sure.
Professor: Is God all-powerful?
Student: Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?
Student: (Student is silent).
Professor: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?
Student: Yes.
Professor: Is Satan good?
Student: No.
Professor: Where does Satan come from?
Student: From...... God.....
Professor: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student: Yes.
Professor: Evil is everwhere, isn't it? And God did make everything correct?
Student: Yes.
Professor: So who created evil?
Student: (Student does not answer).
Professor: Is there sickness? Immortality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student: Yes, sir.
Professor: So, who created them?
Student: (Student has no answer.)
Professor: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me son...... have you ever seen God?
Student: No, sir.
Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard God?
Student: No, sir.
Professor: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any scensory perception of God for that matter?
Student: No, sir. I am afraid I haven't.
Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student: Yes.
Professor: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD does't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.
Professor: Yes, Faith. And that is the problem science has.
Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Professor: Yes.
Student: And is there such a thing as cold?
Professor: yes.
Student: No sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student: Sir, you can have lots of heats, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any futher after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)
Student: What about darkness, professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?
Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light...... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Professor: Flawed? Can you explain how?
Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It has electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor: If you are returning to the natural evolutionary process, yes. Of course, I do.
Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
Professor: (The professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realise where the argument is going.)
Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
Professor: (The class is in uproar.)
Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?
Professor: (The class breaks out into laughter.)
Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?...... No one appears to have done so. So according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
Professor: (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Professor: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student: That is it, sir. The link between man and God is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving and alive.

ME: i dun believe in god neither do i believe tt there isn't god...
i guess something not seen not heard not felt doesn't mean it isn't present..so i guess yup..HAVE FAITH~!

spent time wif ur love ones now~!

2004-10-16T01:41:00.000+08:00

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at he door.
"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
"Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.
"Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
"That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.
"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" pleaded the little boy.
"If you must know, I make $20 an hour."
"Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, "Daddy, may I please borrow $10?"

The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.

How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.
"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the man, "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $10 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.

"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.
"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.
"Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our
fingers without having spent sometime with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family & friends we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family an unwise investment indeed.

Me says: sometimes when we are too engrossed in certain stuff we neglect mani things around us.. sometimes we may have over-react for certain things but mani times ppl talk without first thinking (we can't blame anibody,can we?)..
So start looking at things n the ppl around you..try to look at what he/she/they are feeling n what realli matters in their heart..u will be surprised..!

$20 note

2004-10-14T09:00:00.000+08:00

A well known speaker started his seminar with a $20 note in his hand.l
In the room of 200 he asked: WHO WOULD LIKE THIS $20 NOTE?
Hands started going up.
He said: I AM GOING TO GIVE THIS TO ONE OF YOU, BUT FIRST, LET ME DO THIS.
He proceeded to crumple the note.
He then asked: WHO STILL WANTS IT?
Still the hands were up in the air.
He then replied: WELL, WHAT IF I DO THIS?
He dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.
He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.
he asked again: WHO STILL WANTS IT?
STILL HANDS WENT INTO THE AIR.
MY FRIENDS, YOU ALL HAVE LEARNED A
VERY VALUABLE LESSON. NO MATTER
WHAT I DID TO THE MONEY, YOU STILL WANTED IT, BECAUSE,
IT DID NOT DECREASE IN VALUE. IT WAS STILL WORTH 20 DOLLARS.

MANY TIMES IN OUR LIVES, WE ARE DROPPED, CRUMPLED AND GROUND INTO THE DIRT BY THE DECISIONS WE MAKE AND THE CIRCUMSTANCES THAT COME OUR WAY. WE FEEL THAT WE ARE WORTHLESS, BUT, NO MATTER WHAT HAS HAPPENED OR WHAT WILL HAPPEN, YOU WILL NEVER LOSE YOUR VALUE, DIRTY OR CLEAN, CRUMPLED OR FINELY CREASED, YOU ARE STILL PRICELESS TO THOSE WHO LOVE YOU. THE WORTH OF OUR LIVES COME NOT IN WHAT WE DO, OR WHO WE KNOW, BUT, BY WHO
WE ARE. YOU ARE SPECIAL, DON'T EVER FORGET IT!!
ALWAYS COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, NOT YOUR PROBLEMS.

Me says:
HOW worthwhile is ur life is how u look upon it..there are mani ups n downs in life..
instead of condemning ourselves..we should try to improve our personality/character/attitude..wateva..to become a better person...no matter what happen in the future..you are what you are..do wat u tink n BELIEVE in what you do and wat u tink..you hold your future..and not anibody else..!

Crackpots

2004-09-15T13:53:00.000+08:00

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in
it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without your being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

Me says: yup..no one is perfect in this world..sometimes..it's becoz of these 'inperfect' we understand its importance.
At the same time when we make things better, the process has MUCH MORE value than the product.

Everything goes with love..

2004-09-15T13:40:00.000+08:00

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.
"No", she replied. "He's out."
"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.
"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"
The woman went out and invited the men in.
"We do not go into a House together," they replied.
"Why is that?" she asked.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!" His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!" "Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love to be our guest."
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest." Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him.
Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.
Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.
Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.

ME says: When there is love the is wealth n success...maybe abit true..
but i agrees that when there is no love..wealth n success n relationships dun go well
so i think...although love has no money value..it is impt for anithing or in fact for EVERYTHING!
I HOPE LOVE IS EVERYWHERE....!!

Moral of story about WOMAN

2004-09-15T13:26:00.000+08:00

One day a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river and her thimble fell into the river.
When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?"
The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water, and she needed the thimble to make her living.
The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden thimble. "Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked.
The seamstress replied, "No."
The Lord again went down and came up with a wooden thimble. "Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked.
Again, the seamstress replied, "No."
The Lord went down again and came up with a silver thimble. "Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked.
The seamstress replied, "Yes."
The Lord was pleased with the woman's honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.

Some time later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river.
When she cried out, The Lord again appeared and asked her, "Why are you crying?"
"Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the water!"
The Lord went down into the water and came up with Brad Pitt . "Is this your husband?" the Lord asked. "Yes," cried the seamstress.
The Lord was furious.
"You lied! That is an untruth!"
The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to Brad Pitt , you would have come up with Tom Cruise. Then if I said 'no' to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I am a poor woman and am not able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT'S why I said yes to Brad Pitt.
The moral of this story is: Whenever a woman lies, it is for a good and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others.

ME says:GREAT MORAL OF STORY..HAHA..actualli if it's..i say no to all and get a new one..haha? jk..
i guess.. Honesty is the best to everything!
Be Truthful to Your Love Ones..when you lie and the opp finds out..it's worst than you saying the truth from the beginning..hope u spend time thinkin about it =)

Love story of Mina Nam and Eun Ji Won

2004-09-14T16:00:00.000+08:00

This story is super duper LONG..!!
if you are a slow reader..it may take 1 day to finish?
nah..i took about less than 2 hrs..sit until my butt numb..
if you have the time n patient..pls look at it...it's all worth it..
touching n nice..
ENJOY~!
True love never has an ending.
it's true..
Love doesn't mean have to be presented in front of everyone
in fact, it grows in the heart n tt's enuff.

http://crazylicious.com/lovestory.html

flash love story (chinese)

2004-09-13T21:13:00.000+08:00

http://www.flashsky.com/20020915_cao/11957/love1.swf

just a touching story which tells what love is all about..
i guess different ppl has different ways of proving love..
but love is between the 2 person..if love is present..i guess both of them would hope tt each other is happi
love is love..loving someone doesn't means you have to occupy them..
may all the love ones be happi forever!

2004-08-29T00:19:00.000+08:00

My husband is a scientist by profession, I love him
for his steady-being nature, and I love the warm
feeling while lean against his broad shoulder
Three years in the courtship and now, two years into
marriage, I would have to admit, I am getting tired of
it, the reasons of me loving him before has now
transform into the cause of all the restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive and
exquisite when it comes to relationship and feelings
I yearn for romantic moments, as though a little boy
yearning for candy.
And my husband, is just a contrast of me, his lack of
sensitivity, and of all, inability of bringing
romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me
about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision
that I want a divorce,
"Why?" he asked, shocking.
"I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything in
the world" I answered

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep
thoughts the whole night with cigarette lighted all
the times.
My feeling of disappointment is getting intense, a man
who can't even express his detainment, what else can I
hope from him?

And finally he asked :" What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's
personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith
in him. Look deep into his eyes and I slowly answered

"Here is a question, if you can find the answer in my
heart, I will change my mind, Let say, I love a flower
at a mountain cliff, and we both sure that the making
you to pick the flower will cause death, will you do> > it for me?"> > > > He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My heart just sink by listening to his respond.
The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper with his scratching writing, underneath a
glass of warm milk

It goes....
"Dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but
please allowed me to further explain the reasons "
This first line has already break my heart. I continue reading.

"You can only type with computer and always messed up
the programs in the PC, and cries in front of screen,
I have to saved my fingers so that I can help to
restore the programs. You always left the house key
behind, I have to save my legs to rush home for
opening the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my
eyes to leads you the way

You always has the cramp whenever your "good friend"
approach every month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramp at your tummy.
You like to stays indoor, and I worries that you will
be infected by infantile autism
I have to save my mouth to tells you jokes and stories
to cure your boredom.

You always stared at the computers, and that do no
good to your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when
we grow older, I can help to clip your nails, and help
to removed those annoying white hairs. I will hold
your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoying the
sunshine and the beautiful sands... tells you the
colour of flowers, just like the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, before I am sure there are someone who loves you more than I do... I would not pick the flower, and die.. "
My tears drops on the letters, and blurred the ink of
his hand writing... and I resume my reading...
"And now, dear... you have finished reading my answer,
if you are satisfied with these answers, please open
the door of our house, I am standing there, with your
favorites bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand holding tight on the milk and bread.... Oh I am sure no one ever love me as much, and now I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's life, or some said, love, when one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fade away, and one tend to ignore the true love lies inbetween the peace and dullness.
Love shows in any form, even a very little and corny form, it has never been a model, it could be the most incurious form flowers, romantic moments is only the buckish formed on the surface of the relationship.
Under all these, the pillar of truelove stands... and that's our life... I hope everyone enjoy reading it... love, but not words win the arguments...

there is always room for a cup of coffee

2004-08-29T00:09:00.000+08:00

just take 2 minutes...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two mugs of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your health, your children, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. "The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple cups of coffee."

Sorry..

2004-08-28T23:47:00.000+08:00

read this:

It was first day of the mid-year exams, therefore i finished school a little earlier, i called him,
Hey, i finished school earlier today, would you come by and pick me up?
Alright, give me 5 minutes.
5 minutes? But my school is just beside your house.
I need to get ready.
Alright, make it fast then. 2pm in the afternoon, the sun is extremely hot, I stood under a shaded tree and fan myself. Although it doesn't make much of a difference, it was better that I fanned.
5 minutes have passed, he's still not shown up, I was a lil' unhappy while looking at my watch.
10 minutes and he's still not here....couldn't be that he was met with an accident?
15 minutes passed, he finally shown up.
Why are you so late? He wasn't even a lil' bothered
Nahz, was watching TV.
What?! TV?! Why don't you sleep, bathe and eat before you come down then? I haven't got anything else to say for that, didn't take the helmet he handed me but stood there and stared at him.
Sorry.
This was the first time he said sorry to me... He is an egoistical person all along and has never once apologised to a girl. I looked at him, Alright, took the helmet and let him sent me home. He is always acting like this, no explanations, no friction, no quarrels. The only thing he does is to apologise. To me, somethings can't be settled with a sorry. I would never go on asking after everytime he apologises. He told me, that was the first time he said sorry to a girl. Although it take courage to admit mistakes, he never once correct his mistakes. Saying sorry became a word to shut me up instead.
Tears flowed down my cheek on the 59th time he apologised.
I dropped my head:you don't ever need to say sorry to me again. If you can never change, then don't let me keep giving you chances again and again hoping and believing that you would change each time.
He held me lightly, and said the 60th sorry. Even then, he did not change, and there was no explanation whatsoever. I began to worry if there was something he was keeping from me. :What's wrong with you these few days?
Nothing.
Then why are you acting so strange?
I am not.
What can you say other than this answer?
Do you know I'm very worried, very insecure, do you treat me as your girlfriend?
I'm sorry...
I don't want to hear you say sorry again. I put down the phone and he did not call back. He doesn't even care about me. Maybe we should....break up. .....this was the 99th time he said sorry... From that day onwards, I never once called me or went to look for him. Sometimes I get an anonymous phonecall but everytime I said hello, it was dead, i think it's a call from him, but why don't he speak up? After one month have passed, I couldn't contain the feelings I still have for him anymore and went to his school to find him. I went outside his classroom and looked around, but there was no sign of him.
excuse me, is HE here today?
I'm afraid he already stopped schooling.
Huh? Why? When was that?
He hasn't been in school for a month already.
Oh erms...thanks. One month....not in school for one month...why is that so? I stumbled home.
Called his hp: Sorry the caller is currently unavailable, please leave your message after the tone.... I put down the phone, and called his house next, but there was no answer. How can it be? The whole family migrated? It seems as though he has already disappeared from the face on the earth leaving not even a single trace. I couldn't find him....just as I was feeling distraughted, the phone suddenly sounded, it was my friend. He was one of his brothers and also my good friend.
Hey, what have you been doing? HE is in hospital.
REALLY? WHAT HAPPENED?
Oh he is in ZZ hospital, the one you stayed in last time.
I'll be right there. I used the fastest speed my legs could carry and when I reached the hospital I saw that his parents were already there. I asked them for the room number and flew across the hall. He was lying on bed, looking at me, not saying a word, not moving a muscle,
Hey, what happened to you? Why didn't you contact me? He did not answer, and used the same stare on me again. Come on answer me...why don't you speak? A tear flowed down the side of his eye, and it looked as though he used the greatest amount of strength that he could master to say... I'm...sorry... After that, his eyes went shut.
Hey, don't fool around alright...why say sorry to me?Don't say sorry to me....please wake up....answer me please. I wept and fell down on the side of his bed, pulling his shirt I cried out..Why do you have to apologise? Why don't you give me an explanation instead? I won't forgive you, wake up, saying sorry is no use... If you don't wake up I'll never ever forgive you in this lifetime, please I beg of you..open your eyes..... That was the 100th sorry A group of medical staff, doctors, nurses pulled me away and tried to revive him. I had no strength to stand up... My mind was a blank.... my eyes could only see a sea of black. He did not leave this world...I merely lost the chance to touch him anymore. But he would appear in my dreams sometimes, telling me how he was doing. He's still accompaning me, still alive, in my heart. would still laugh at my silliness, and call me his darling....just that...he never apologise to me anymore. After a month, his mom came to look for me, and gave me a box...inside was a 100 photographs, everyone had a story behind them..the reasons why he made me angry. The first time, my dear, I did not purposely arrive late to pick you up. I know this excuse is really lame, but I didn't have the heart to tell you the truth then, before I stepped out of the house, I felt a pain in my chest, but I still made it a point to meet you, please forgive me? The second time, my dear, I... The third time, my dear, I... The 100th time, my dear, I didn't mean to leave you alone in this world, It had to be so because God did not give me the chance to say I Love You for this lifetime of mine, and to put the ring on your finger.... You are the first girl I apologised to. And also the first girl I want to be with for the rest of my life... Forgive me for not able to bring you happiness but I have thus become your angel, always looking out for you... Looking at you while you find your happiness...promise me...don't shed a tear... I don't want to see you weep like this for me, I Love You ~... How can I not cry? What you said was just too impossible. The last photograph was of him in the hospital, Although he was skinny, the smile on his face was bright as ever. His face was white and yet he tried his best to give his last smile on the last photo, the 100th. At the time when he needed me the most, I wasn't with him. :I'm sorry. I held the photo tightly and cried for us.....

Sorry may be an insignificant word..but sometimes..it carry a meaning..sth realli impt..
To me at least..someone who say sorry is full of regrets for someone else and NOT for ownself..
one last thing..treasure the ppl ard u b4 they are gone..it might be too late when you had decided to forgive someone..

learn to let go..

2004-08-28T23:35:00.000+08:00

Letting Go
Jenny was a bright-eyed, pretty five-year-old girl. One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace priced at $2.50. How she wanted that necklace and when she asked her mother if she would buy it for her, her mother said, "Well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot of money. I'll tell you what.I'll buy you the necklace, and when we get home we can make up a list of chores that you can do to pay for the necklace. And don't forget that for your birthday Grandma just might give you a whole dollar bill, too. Okay?"Jenny agreed, and her mother bought the pearl necklace for her. Jenny worked on her chores very hard every day, and sure enough, her Grandma gave her a brand new dollar bill for her birthday. Soon Jenny had paid off the pearls.How Jenny loved those pearls. She wore them everywhere - to kindergarten,bed, and when she went out with her mother to run errands.
The only time she didn't wear them was in the shower - her mother had told her that they would turn her neck green. Now Jenny had a very loving daddy. When Jenny went to bed, he would get up from his favorite chair every night and read Jenny her favorite story. One night when he finished the story, he said, "Jenny, do you love me? "Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you," the little girl said. "Well, then, give me your pearls." "Oh! Daddy, not my pearls!" Jenny said. "But you can have Rosie, my favorite doll. Remember her? You gave her to me last year for my birthday. And you can have her tea party outfit, too. Okay?" "Oh no, darling, that's okay." Her father brushed her cheek with a kiss."Good night, little one." A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her story, "Do you love me?" "Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you."Well, then, give me your pearls." "Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember her? She's my favorite. Her hair is so soft, and you can play with it and braid it and everything. You can have Ribbons if you want her, Daddy," the little girl said to her father. "No, that's okay," her father said and brushed her cheek again with a kiss."God bless you, little one. Sweet dreams." Several days later, when Jenny's father came in to read her a story, Jenny was sitting on her bed and her lip was trembling. "Here, Daddy," she said,and held out her hand. She opened it and her beloved pearl necklace was inside. She let it slip into her father's hand. With one hand her father held the plastic pearls and with the other he pulled out of his pocket a blue velvet box. Inside of the box were real, genuine, beautiful pearls. He had them all along.He was waiting for Jenny to give up the cheap stuff so he could give her the real thing.
Are you holding onto harmful or unnecessary partners, relationships, habits and activities which you have become so attached to that it seems impossible to let go?
Think about it..so is all that you have really so inseperable?

TREE LEAF and WIND

2004-08-28T23:26:00.000+08:00

JuZ wondering..if you were given a choice to choose from the 3..which one will u choose? juz curious =)

Tree
The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees.Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting. I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her. She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, doesn't have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal.I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness. Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a good match for me. I'm also afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish. I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her. I felt that if she's my gal, she will be mine ultimately & I don't have to give upeverything just for her. The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years.She watch me chase after gals, and I have make her heart cry for 3 years.She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director. When I kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smile & say "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes was swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry but laugh at her the whole day. When everybody go back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn't know that I returned from soccer training to get something. I watch her cry for an hour or so.
My 4th girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she's not the type that will start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted at her and her eyes was filled shocked. I didn't care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend.The next day, she still laugh & joke with me like nothing has ever happened.I know that she's very hurt but she didn't know that my heart ache is as bad as hers.When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together. I know whose the guy. He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy full of energy, lively andinteresting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school.I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile & congratulate her.When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it. It's like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn't breath. Wanted to shout but can't. Tears rolled down & I broke down & cry. How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge her presence too.During graduation, I read a sms in my hp. It was send 10 days ago when I broke down and cry. I haven't read it since then.
It says "Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay".

Leaf
During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of courage. During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not BGR kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy.The sourness in the heart can't be describe by using a lemon. It's like 100 rotten sour lemon. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 mths. When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a mth, he got together with another gal. I like him & I know he like me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he love me why he doesn't want to make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he don't like he, why does he treat me so well. It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. Liking a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a gal to ask him right?Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come & love me.It's like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me.Because of this, I waited for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go through & I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting. The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompany me for 3 years.Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me. Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly. From outright rejection to a point in time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He's like a warm & gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree. In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a smallfooting in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave far away & better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile & didn't ask me to stay.
Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay.

Wind
Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 mth after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her,there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like she likes to look at him.One day, she didn't appear. I felt something amissed. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note & gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled & accept the note. The next day, she appeared & pass me a note and left.Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her awayIt's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave treeI replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me & accept my presents & phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this erseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 mths, I have declared my love for her no lessthan 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small rayof hope. Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked "what are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place & press her door bell. During the moment when she opens the door. I hugged her tightly.
Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay..