life is abt appreciating...

Christmas jus flew past.. it means tt the yr is about to end soon.. and its time to tink abt wat has been accomplished and lost tis yr.. like usual..

alot of thots been running through my mind tis few days..

Ever since i was a kid, i love xmas. xmas meant a season of joy n love for me. Every yr without fail i will send cards to my friends or at least wished them merry xmas..and for some of them i give xmas presents. To many ppl, these are just little acts..probably not even worth mentioning abt, but they nv knew tt tis little acts meant alot to me.. it holds a meaning beyond just a card, a sms, a present. It holds a meaning of friendship, of a thot and of sincerity...

Every year, i get thanks frm ppl for e card, e gift or e msgs, but i cant helped but noticed tt every yr the ppl who responded are getting lesser and lesser. i nv did expect everyone to do the same as i did, but somehow i just hope tt ppl wuld jus appreciate my thots, esp those frens tt i thot are so close to my heart. Somehow it gets to me, is it that tough to jus lift ur finger to type a couple of words n send it to someone..i don get it.. i reali don.. looking at the way friends lack respond..esp close frens..or those whom i thot are close frens, it makes my heart turn cold..reali stone cold..

i cant deny tt over the years, i have become more and more indifferent to tings that is happening around me, esp towards some frens..you can complain, but you don happen to be anywhere better than i am..

well.. i chose to be indifferent.. and pls understand tt im just tryin to protect myself.. it hurts alot when u put in ur heart n soul and all u get back is an unconcerned attitude..msgs goes unreplied, phone calls tt u promised but nv did call back.. but when problems arises, ya tell me tt my friendship does matter, but somehow i felt otherwise..

you know...life is abt appreciating... you nv know tt acts that u tink are so insignificant may meant alot to someone... learn to appreciate n give thanks to thosel who have always been dere for u..

this yr, i realised tt i have gained many frens, but they are frens whom i know tt will nv stay and along the way i have also realised tt i lost some precious old frens, maybe not literally lost..but its jus tt we aint tt close anymore..

my heart is overwhelmed with emotions this yr...and i wonder why....



P.S: To one of my dearest fren..i noe we hadnt been in alot of contact with each other and i noe its partly my fault.. i may tend to forget some stuff but i jus want u to know that tis six yrs of frenship meant alot to me.. sometimes i felt tt we have drifted and somehow our paths aint crossing anymore.. u have ur own wonderful clinque of frens and wen u have problems, i won be e first u thot of anymore... its kinda sad to tink abt it sometimes..but i guess tts life.. but my dear fren, jus noe tt i nv wana lose someone like u...tt i reali cherish u and i am so thankful for tis beautiful friendship...

P.P.S: i nv told u tis..but your moving away took a big part of me...

For You...

I carrry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I am never without it
Anywhere i go, you go, my dear
And whatever is done by only me
is your doing, my darling

I fear no fate
for you are my fate, my sweet
I want no world, for, beautiful
you are my world, my true

Here is the deepest secret no one knows
Here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life
Which grows higher than the soul can hope
or wind can hide
It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart

-e.e cummings

当下的感觉

有人说当下的感觉最为珍贵，因为它将会是最真诚的。

今天我又突然想起了你，翁 S. H. 先生。自从那时候的离别，就不曾再碰见你，也没法跟你联络上。 说也奇怪，自从认识你后，每当在路上看见和你开着同款车的人时，我都会不禁看多几眼，心里默默希望开着那台车的人就是你。其实即使是短暂的再看见你一眼，没打招呼，我也会感到很欣慰。

缘分总爱作弄人，看似离你很近的人其实离你最远。。。就好像我们，因为那个大会而认识，但还为能熟络就得分手了，而同样生活在新加坡但却不曾在新加坡碰面。。。所以说命运总是爱戏弄人，不是吗？



我知道你现在在世界的某一个地方，希望你现在过的很好，希望有一天我们能够再碰面。。。也希望到时候你不会说你不记得我了。。。


作者：伊婷

Don't we all?

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come 
from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. 
Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would 
consider a bum. 

From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no 
money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times 
that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't 
want to be bothered times." 

"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought. 
He didn't. 
He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look 
like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. 
After a few minutes he spoke. 
"That's a very pretty car," he said. 
He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly 
blond beard keep more than his face warm. 
I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.

He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never 
came. 
As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if 
he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true 
to the inner voice. 
"Do you need any help?" I asked. 
He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. 
We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from 
those of higher learning and accomplishments.

I expected nothing but an 
outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me. 
"Don't we all?" he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum 
in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge 
shotgun. 

Don't we all? 
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I 
needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus 
fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day.

Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter 
how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you 
have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or 
a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that. 
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. 
They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different 
perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from 
daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see. 

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe 
he was more than that.
Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and 
wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.
Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help." 
Don't we all?

Author Unknown

Valentine roses

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. 
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. 
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. 
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, 
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day." 
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." 
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. 
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. 
He always liked to do things early, way before the time. 
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase. 
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. 
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair. 
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. 
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. 
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before, 
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. 
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. 
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, 
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago," 
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know." 
"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance." 
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, 

And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year. 
There also is another thing, that I think you should know, 
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."

"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here, 
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year." 
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. 

Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. 
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote... 
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone, 
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."

"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. 
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel. 
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. 
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. 
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve. 
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. 
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness, 
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed. 
I have always loved you and I know I always will. 
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."

"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days. 
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. 
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop, 
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. 
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt, 
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him, 
And place the roses where we are, together once again."

wait for the brick

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and drove the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? 
That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?"

The young boy was apologetic. "Please mister ... please, I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do," he pleaded.
"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."
With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.
"It's my brother," he said.
"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!

"God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice: Listen to the whisper ... or wait for the brick!"