Tuesday, April 7, 2009
my lao po naughty
she wrote it right in front of me today..
but she did not let me see o0..
=.=
why ler..
lao po ar..
lao po say it is one of my gift o0..
so cant let me see now o0..
have to wait when i received it then only can read o0..
yer~~
my naughty lao po..
keke
thankx lao po o0..
muacksz ^@^
love you so so much o0 lao po
then i ask lao po to make milo for me..
as my supper
=.=
she went make it for me..
but she also help me finish half of the milo..
left bit bit only give me back..
=.=
naughty..
Monday, November 3, 2008
Life-Existance
Lately, i came across a song, Adam's Song, which i posted earlier, which describes the sadness in life, in the end someone across the sea end up playing the song repeatedly and finally hung himself up because of too much depression of life. Before that, he wrote a note indicating that ' life-is just an existance, and humans are created to suffer to be existed in the world.'
Are we just created to be existed like what others had said? Why must we go through so much suffering? Is this just a temporary dark cloud with its silver lining covered and put off to the other day? Human Life, is just a temporary existance? Its like living in a shell, where your soul and spirits stucked inside a
究竟人类的存在是代表什么呢?我们为什么会在这世界上呢?那生活又是什么呢?为什么在这世界上呢?生活,跟存在是一样的吗?我们为了生活而存在吗?究竟在前,今,未,这三个时间的阶段,发生着什么事呢?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
好男人?
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
This Is So Nice!
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual...
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin...
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. ! She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. But it's up to U to fwd this one...!
If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you! Care.
If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?
The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.
Remember, you reap what you sow. what you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.
May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You
Friday, August 1, 2008
Blink 182-Adam's Song
I never thought
I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest,
who'd have known ?
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time,
I hurried upThe choice was mine,
I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over, we'd survived
I couldn't wait 'til I got home
To pass the time in my room alone
I never thought
I'd die aloneAnother six months,
I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never step foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault
I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over, we'd survived
I couldn't wait 'til I got home
To pass the time in my room alone