Sunday, July 12, 2009
LOSER!!!
ok.. Apparently some loser try to use my e-mail and want to spoilt my reputation.. Whoever u r, please wake up ur fxxcking idea.. dun be a loser and get a life!!!!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Something is going wrong?!
I feel something is going wrong but seriously I dunno what went wrong.. My instinct just tell me that I have to be more careful about what's happening ard me..
Well... Is it really my instinct or I'm just too paranoid? I need someone to enlighten me!!
Well... Is it really my instinct or I'm just too paranoid? I need someone to enlighten me!!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Some little quote my colleague send me~~
Greater Happiness
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If by renouncing a lesser happiness
one may realize a greater happiness,
let the wise one renounce the lesser,
having regard for the greater.
Dhammapada 290
We do not rise above our present "happiness" because we do not clearly see what is the greater happiness, and are thus unwilling to put in effort to attain it.
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Every Gesture of Love
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When you kiss and or hug, or show any gesture of love, do it properly and fully each time. Such that if it turns out to be the last time, you won't regret not having put your heart into it. Even if it was not the last time, at the end of your life, you would be able to look back and be glad that you were always wholehearted throughout your life. Are there any gestures of love you have been "owing" someone? This might be the last time you have a chance to express your love.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Regret
Finally I learnt something again.. I just find that I'm so immature at this age, was too naive and think this world is just perfect..
When it's not something funny, do not crack a joke about it.. because it might lead to a serious consequences.. I experienced it myself.. In the past I always have a mindset of "It's just a joke, nvm de la.. not as if it's something real" because everyone interpret things different.. A might think it's a joke but B might think it's a truth and C might simply dun care about it..
I know I need to learn to be more sensible, I'm not young anymore and it's time for me to be more mature in my thinking and the things I do..
I regretted for the joke, it's a big price for me to pay after the joke..
I will treasure the chance that I was given, to make full use of it and show that the chance is not given for nothing..
I'll show what I said is truth and it's a assurance..
"I have many regrets, and I'm sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret...if you have any sense....And if you don't regret them, maybe you're stupid."
When it's not something funny, do not crack a joke about it.. because it might lead to a serious consequences.. I experienced it myself.. In the past I always have a mindset of "It's just a joke, nvm de la.. not as if it's something real" because everyone interpret things different.. A might think it's a joke but B might think it's a truth and C might simply dun care about it..
I know I need to learn to be more sensible, I'm not young anymore and it's time for me to be more mature in my thinking and the things I do..
I regretted for the joke, it's a big price for me to pay after the joke..
I will treasure the chance that I was given, to make full use of it and show that the chance is not given for nothing..
I'll show what I said is truth and it's a assurance..
"I have many regrets, and I'm sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret...if you have any sense....And if you don't regret them, maybe you're stupid."
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
What makes "Love" such a beautiful thing in this world?
Simply because the feeling;
your partner gave you;
that someone will be there for you no matter what happen;
that there are only 2 of u in this world;
getting the support from your partner;
of having someone to share you happiness & sadness;
that someone will give you a little surprise to make you happy;
that someone will cheer you up and give you the encouragement when you are down;
It's simply because of the simple little thing that makes a relationship so wonderful.. =)
I feel there is something changing..
I don't know why.. Maybe I just think too much lately..
I am too possesive, I know it clearly..
I know it might make you feel uncomfortable and don't have your own space..
I just want to have what I have now..
I really treasure you.. a lot, a lot.. more than you know..
"In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.."
Simply because the feeling;
your partner gave you;
that someone will be there for you no matter what happen;
that there are only 2 of u in this world;
getting the support from your partner;
of having someone to share you happiness & sadness;
that someone will give you a little surprise to make you happy;
that someone will cheer you up and give you the encouragement when you are down;
It's simply because of the simple little thing that makes a relationship so wonderful.. =)
I feel there is something changing..
I don't know why.. Maybe I just think too much lately..
I hate this feeling but I don't know how to open up the topic..
I just hope this period will over soon..
I am too possesive, I know it clearly..
I know it might make you feel uncomfortable and don't have your own space..
I just want to have what I have now..
I really treasure you.. a lot, a lot.. more than you know..
"In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.."
To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married
Treasure the one you love while you still can.. Don't wait till the last minute and you will regret..
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Working Hard~~
I'm back for an update again.. =)
Well as far as I know, whta I posted in the previous post will not have direct impact to me but indirectly I'll have more workload. Not only myself but also for the others who are still safe under the umbrella.. hahaha... no choice.. as long as I still can get my pay every month I have to work hard and even harder to fight through this downtime and hopefully it will be over soon.. =)
Nothing much changes to my life.. sleep, work and eat.. keep repeating day after day.. well.. tat's life.. I'm waiting for the weekend to come.. hahah.. time to go shop but too bad is not to shop for myself but hv to shop for 3 birthday presents.. >.< a lot right? but no choice lo, still hv to get the present..
Christmas is coming pretty soon and I'm clearing my leave in 2 weeks time.. haha.. time to go for a holiday break and relax myself!! =) WEE!!!!
Well as far as I know, whta I posted in the previous post will not have direct impact to me but indirectly I'll have more workload. Not only myself but also for the others who are still safe under the umbrella.. hahaha... no choice.. as long as I still can get my pay every month I have to work hard and even harder to fight through this downtime and hopefully it will be over soon.. =)
Nothing much changes to my life.. sleep, work and eat.. keep repeating day after day.. well.. tat's life.. I'm waiting for the weekend to come.. hahah.. time to go shop but too bad is not to shop for myself but hv to shop for 3 birthday presents.. >.< a lot right? but no choice lo, still hv to get the present..
Christmas is coming pretty soon and I'm clearing my leave in 2 weeks time.. haha.. time to go for a holiday break and relax myself!! =) WEE!!!!
"Everyman's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers."
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