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Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Life is a journey which all of us must go through..It can be in the form of leisure walk or a competitive run.. for the latter..the 'participants' tend to miss out all the enjoyment of strolling the path of life while focusing on their 'run'.. after all whats there to vie for?? i dno..mayb u can help me answer this.. For me..i'll choose the former.. at least it gives me a reason to slack..hehe. how abt you?? Labels: Reflections
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
while we're still living our lifes normally..many others are struggling with theirs..fighting for their lives.. cyclone has hit Burma not long ago..and they're still suffering for the after effect of it.. death tolls are currently at 22,500 and still accumulatin... and tt amnt isnt small.. oh..and FYI.. most Burmese do not know how to swim... and wats adding to it is tt... the foreign aid was tryin to get in after the cyclone..but the authorities actually wasted time negotiating with the regime to be granted access.. shudnt they just lax the regulation and receive those aids instantly??? hmm...if u're given a wish..what would it be?? gettin the latest handphone gadget?? scoring an A for ur next exam?? getting shortlisted in ur application for job?? meeting a nice girl?? or some other wishes beneficial only to yourself and the people arnd you?? i dun noe abt you..but for me..world peace will be it...plus anything beneficial for the nature and mankind.. world peace!!! and dun forget to go GREEN!!! its cool to go green.. man..i love tt color!!! dun leave any chance for it to be vanished from the Earth.. Labels: Reflections
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Thomas Edison attempted more than 10,000 tries to create a light bulb..He has nv failed in any of his attempt.. instead.. he had learnt 10,000 different ways how NOT to make a light bulb. perspective really matters alot on how u intrepret things.. Labels: Reflections
Friday, April 25, 2008
have you ever take a close look at your parents??and notice their accumulative wrinkles which you tot they din have?? as we gradually turn from a teenager to an adult...they have also advance to the later stage of life.. and whats after tt stage?? i guess everyone noes it.. but the thing is..when will it happen?? life is unpredictable.. ask yourself.. how have u treat them for the past few years?? have u brought them joy? or have you made them suffer?? if you've brought them joy..have you done enough?? if you've treat them badly all this while, when will u start being filial?? when u turn 21? when u get a stable income? tml?? who knows what will happen the next day... so start being filial and start cherishing them now for we do not know the future. Labels: Reflections
Thursday, August 31, 2006
argh..my bro nv set password for the desktop..tts y i'm still coming online these few days..argh..after my papers ytd haven been studyin..my momentum is gone!!! die!!nv stick to my schedule i've set for myself..haiz..wasted 2 days..cud have finish chem and social studies by nw..damn!!!nvm..i'll try tml...hmm..juz nw went to paly bball..keep on fallin..stupid shoe..ground abit wet nia so slippery le..so nv really run after 3 consecutive falls..haiz..nvm abt tt.. anw..everyone's angry/vexed now i guess..y ppl keep quarrelin wif each other..muz wait till they're gone and dun have the chance to quarrel anymore den they'll start to appreciate wat they are nw izzit? argh.. hmm..1 story frm me..or maybe type by me.. There was a little boy who lyks to collect seashells.. 1 day he went to a beach to collect seashells...he started frm one end to the other to search a seashell he lyk.. as he got small hands..he is only able to hold 1 seashell at a time.. he picked up one and looked at it..and tinks its not gd enough for him..so he decided to dropped tt seashell & continue his search down the beach... whenever he picks up one..he'd tink tt it's not nice enough and believe tt the nxt one he encounter will be a much better one..so he threw the seashell into the sea..and continue his search.. realisin tt he's reachin the other end..he started to regret throwin away the previous seashells..cuz the previous few were nicer.. the search continues till he reached the other end..he looked into his hands.he then realised the seashell he have nw was much worse than the first few..but it's too late..all the seashells were thrown into the sea... sometimes we're lyk this..we always dun appreciate/get satisfied wif wat we got nw..but only when its over.. beach=our life while seashells=different time of life.. the first part of the beach is when we're still young..while the later part of the beach obviously is the later part of our life..we always tink tt our life are nt gd enough but the fact is we're already living a very gd life compared to other ppl..but we dun cherish it till the happy/gay moments are gone.. cherish wat u have nw b4 u dun get a chance to.. after your whole life searchin for a gd life.u'll realise tt u've already missed it..have u miss urs yet? Labels: Reflections
Monday, July 31, 2006
haven been bloggin this few days..too lazy and "busy"..haha..spend half of ytd to supermarket wif my family..and for today..i spend the whole day rottin at home doin nthng..argh..i feel so bad..everybody's studyin for O's but wat i'm doin? haiz..anw chat wif sum fren ytd..we're dicussin abt how unfair is life and stuff..oh and abt frenship.. u may feel that u have the best fren that one can have, and will always be by ur side no matter wat..until one day u met up wif sum problems.all ur "best" fren seems to be MIA.. the worst thing is that..even ur family is bias against u..then u'll feel tt this world sux..no one likes u..nobody understands my situation..except for sumone..hope the person dun say anythin to anyone abt it.. oh..read thru a true but sad short story.. it goes lyk this: A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by. The little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me," the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time. Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you." the tree said. "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No more trunk for you to climb on" "I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give you anything. The only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears. This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grew up, we left them. Only came to them when we needed something or when we were in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they can to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how most of us are treat our parents. Labels: Reflections
Thursday, July 20, 2006
sometimes i juz feel so lonely..and feel so unnoticed..i guess even when i'm gone no one will even noe or rather bother..but maybe it's better lyk this..at least no one will be sad when i'm leave here.. i dno why i'm feelin lyk this.feel so unimportant to this world..only wastin resources... only takes in but nv contribute..yup..lyk this..wastin electricity lyk nw..i tink everything will be the same even if i've nv ever existed..i'm juz lyk a passerby in ur life.u may or may nt notice me but if u do perhaps we'll juz greet each other b4 we go separate ways.. juz a random story: Secondary 2 As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. Secondary 3 The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. Secondary 4 The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick." She said. He's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did.Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't thinking of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. Graduation Day A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You're my best friend, thanks." and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. A Few Years Later Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. FUNERAL Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! I wish I did too. I thought to myself, and I cried. Labels: Reflections |