Every story has an ending and this is mine...
This would be my last post in this blog... Life's been pretty hectic and apparently commitments had grown so much that I have to focus my whole attention on it, thank you friends and readers for the support last 2 months, this is a short blog but it's been fun. Mr Zhong, I'll become a reader now instead of your co-blogger!
I received 2 particular emails which I would like to share here, it's meaningful and hopefully it will get the meaning through....
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(1) Little Lion
One day, the young lion asked his mom: "Mom, where is the happiness?"
Mom replied: "It's on your tail."
So the young lion keeps on chasing after his tail. But after a whole day of trying, he failed to get the happiness that was on his tail.
Then he told his mom about this, his mom smiled and said: "Son, you don't really need to chase after your happiness, as long as you keep going and moving forward, your happiness will always be with you."
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(2) A Simple Story of True Love and True Care
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain.
Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk.
Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"
He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said,
" Dad, I was the one who did it!"
The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother,
"You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said,
" Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."
I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.
When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.
I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good results? Very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"
At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."
Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him,
"A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans.
He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."
I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.
That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.
With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,"There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him,
"Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?"
He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think ifthey would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat,
" I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is!"
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.
I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.
The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile,
"It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."
I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart. I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turnedmy back on him and tears rolled down my face.
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.
After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village,they wouldn't know what to do..
My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."
My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.
One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,
"Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.
My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"
Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister."
He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her."
Applause filled up the room.
All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.
*Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life.* You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.
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Tadaaa, end of story...
A note to all friends out there,
You can't decide the length of life, but you can control how you want to live it.
You can't control the weather, but you can control your mood.
You can't change your look, but you can smile.
You can't control others, but you can control yourself.
You can't foresee tomorrow, but you can utilize today wisely.
You can't win everything, but you can try your very best to achieve that.
Somehow i find this thing being repeated so many times but till now i can never get it right...
I tried my very best but in the end it did not bear fruit, I shall walk and stand strong. Given the chance, indeed I would like to reverse time and start anew, but alas god is not so forgiving..., and yes, I will and still miss you...
sigh, one word to describe my feeling atm: FRUSTRATION!
just now, what happened was, i finished writing a post and i clicked 'publish post' and then error popped up and i was disconnected. TA DA~~! whatever i wrote just now all wiped clean as if i havent write anything before, now i have to re-write again zzz T.T
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okay, perhaps this is one of the few times that i am going to write what happened to me last week. Normally i would want to write something like that becuz i honestly dont think that ppl are interested to know what happened to me though. Anyway, i am writing this not becuz for the sake of writing it but rather i want to share some of my views regarding my alma mater.
Last week, i decided pay a visit to my alma mater, Victoria Institution which i spent good 7 years there = ). Its been years the last time i went back there for a visit though. Thank god, it is still standing tall and recently, it was granted 'heritage' status for being one of the oldest school in whole malaysia. Yes it is fortunate that it havent been demolished for the purpose of development unlike some schools though. ( i know this is sensitive, no offence intended k? )
= )
First of all, i am not a historian dude who can tell you the whole chronology of the school though. Okay, as usual, the first thing that i did when i went back there is to go visit the school swimming pool where the VI water polo team will be having their training there. And yes, i used to be a school and state water polo player (but thats the past though, i am old ad and no longer involve myself in that sport)
The first impression that i had when i saw them training was like 'Wow!', 'wow' not becuz theres a lot of guys wearing swimming trunks (mind you i am not Mr Ang, a friend of mine who is a homo), but 'wow' becuz they dont seems to be having training to me. They are like montessori kids playing around in the swimming pool, waaaaaaaaaaaaaay diff from those days where the players are being forced til you will die of exhaustion during training. (just a metaphor btw, but they really push you to the limits when comes to training)
I still remember those days where i was forced to train from monday til saturday, 6 days per week. When i asked the current boys about their training days, it was reduced to only 2 days per week. When i talked to them, none of them can recognise me anyway except 1 particular chap by the name of KK. He is a senior of the team and even invited me to join them for training, which i did, not on that day itself, but i joined them for training 2 days after that.
Guess what? after years away from the game, luckily i could still match with some of the seniors and easily performed way better than some of them and all of the junior players. Thats not becuz i am good but i would rather say that the standards atm are terribad (new word huh, not in dictionary). I wont take credits away from 1-2 top dudes in the team, they are really good though, but the gap between them and the rest are wider than the gap between earth and the moon.
This is what concerns me. These top dudes are going to leave the school soon and the team will be passed to the new boys which is going to lead the team. Trust me, they are not ready yet. Those glory days where VI retained the champion for 24 CONSECUTIVE years, and i am still proud of it becuz i was part of team at that time, the team back then was also invited to play against junior teams from various countries. My hunch is, they are going to lose badly next year competition if they dont buck up intensively starts from now. sigh
After the warm up, i went on do some water polo shooting session, my favourite part of training~ But the VI water polo coach (which the school hired him - hes just an ex player like me) tell the juniors to play.... WATER RUGBY? DEEPS INSIDE MYSELF I WAS LIKE WTFZOR??! Isnt that just another way of me saying ' hey do whatever u want with the ball with some basic rules'
He should be asking them to train together instead. but then again, i kept quiet when the coach told me that it will prepare the juniors basic necessary strength for the real game. YARRRRRRR RITE!!!( /sarcasm )
What to do?... time changed.
After the training, i did walked around the school. The building still pretty much looks the same to me except with some new paints and maybe some renovations. But the feeling is no longer the same... the epic-ness of the school is somewhat lacking. I dont know about how others felt about the school anymore, but mine is no longer the same, it was diff from those days where i was still a student.
I just have to accept the fact that, those glory days are officially over and its best just let it be remained in my memory forever. = (
=Mr Zhong= (shortest post thus far i reckon?)
This post carries a few meaning but never mind on that, it is encrypted for certain reasons...
Ever wonder why all the basic elementary courses are named 101?
It is the start and it is the end as well, it prepares one for whatever ahead and it spells an end for the past, to move forward and learn/experience something new.
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Sometimes this kind of email might actually change your day...
Forwarded email, click on the pics to enlarge it
and finally something which reflects my current life in office...
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Don't worry, it's virus free, trojan free, malware free
You're not lost..... you just need directions
I received this through mail...
One day a traveler in a remote country town, convinced that he was on the wrong road, came to a halt in a village. Calling one of the villagers to the car window, he said
"Friend, I need help. I'm lost"
The villager looked at him for a moment.... "Do you know where you are?" he asked.
"Yes," said the traveler. "I saw the name of the town as I entered."
The man nodded his head, "Do you know where you want to be?"
"Yes," the traveler replied.
"You're not lost," he said, "you just need directions."
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Many of us are in the same position as the traveler. We know where we are - sometimes disappointed, dissatisfied, and experiencing little peace of mind. And we know where we want to be - at peace, fulfilled and living life abundantly. Like the traveler, we are not lost - we just need directions.
It doesn't take much to find the high road to success, but to reach it you need an agenda for the present. We all need directions for today. We need a purpose...
Lately I'd been thinking much on my own future. What dreams do I have and am I really walking towards it? Somehow my memories seems to fallback to those days in primary school when the homeroom teacher asked us what we want to be?
I still remembered the popular choices were Doctors, Engineers, Businessman and even Teachers!! I vaguely remembered for the 6 years I'd put in "Doctor" as my future job. But I'd grown to be realistic when I'm in Form Six. Science is something I like but not something I want to be... End up, my current ambition? Whatever will do as long as I'll be rich in the end. But with the pace I'm running at I will never get anywhere. I need directions desperately.
Before that, some random ranting....
My new Big Boss came in last week and we are all pushed towards our extreme limit (meetings starts at 7 and 6, that's 7.00 A.M and 6.00 P.M) so our new working time is "officially" 7 to 7. He set the bars really high for us and he showed us clearly the directions on the first day itself. No doubt he is a leader... But he's taking things too extreme I would say. Having a vision and fulfilling a 2 years vision in 1 week is too damn extreme...
SO back to the directions, yes now I have my directions, albeit still a little blurry but the fog is lifting up. I'm walking towards my goal at the expense of my health, life and also youth? I just noticed how my life had became of lately. My daily routine :
1. reached workplace at 6.45am
2. meetings at 7.00am / study the market till 8.45am
3. work till 12.20pm
4. lunch till 1.00pm
5. work till 5.45pm
6. meeting starts / if none, go home
7. study since i failed my fucking exam
8. sleep at 1.00am
9. repeats 1 again
I wonder how many years can i go on like this... my new boss is even proposing something more extreme...
1. reached workplace at 6.45am
2. meetings at 7.00am / study the market till 8.45am
3. work till 12.20pm
4. lunch till 1.00pm
5. work till 5.45pm
6. meeting starts / if none, go home
7. meet clients for dinner / socializing till like 10.00pm?
8. study since i failed my fucking exam
9. sleep at 2.30am?
10. repeats 1 again
hopefully i'll pass it this sitting, i could really get some good rest... I need it desperately...
Come, count how old you are....
As I was crossing some super busy road today, I saw something which I never thought of....
Anyone ever noticed how some people will use their hand to cover their nostrils when a truck / lorry / bus passes by? To reduce the inhale of smoke eh?
I mean, what's the point? By covering with your hands does it reduce the smoke in any way? Isn't it better if they were to hold their breath? Seriously I don't see the justification here... Why cover up when the truth is you yourself know that it makes no difference?
Don't you think it's troublesome to hold your hands and cover your nose? You might even obstruct your view when crossing the road....
Do you think the air will be cleaner that way? Or do you want to appear that you're a class above the others? That you shall breath in better air that way?
Or was it because you want to cover it because someone influenced you? Some passerby do it and asked you to follow suit because it's cool?
For me I admitted the air is not that good and I breath in bravely, I know it'll hurt my lungs in the long term, but I feel that I did the right thing, at least I faced it bravely.... I choose not to run away from the evil smoke....
Worse is in the end, my life will be shorter by 100 days? At least I won't regret it...
some random chat......
®àñâRçHî§T© says:
i know this is very kolot but every 1 min you're angry or sad..
you lose 60 secs away..
.:: wkong ::. says:
then i think i shld be dead already
=(
One year ago, i was still studying in Uni wondering where I'm headed for my future... All of us are pretty unsure of where we should head and which path should we trod, yet we boldly took our path (or at least God chooses it i think)... 1 year is not too short and yet long enough for us to start forgetting what we held to the utmost importance in our heart...
(1) 猪朋狗友
"猪朋狗友" (Pig and Dog Friends) i think i'm fortunate enough to be blessed with some. One year ago, i admitted that i did left them at the road side (or was i dumped at the road side?). I dedicated my life to something which i valued the most and i never regretted it till today. And today i'm really fortunate that they are still beside me, thanks!
Paiseh, couldn't find any "Happy Family" Pics, this is the best i could find...
I know sometimes we do have "bite marks" with each other but that's the best part of life isn't it, at least we have something that we could reminiscent of...
For instance how we use to skip classes, "kap lui", our "blow water" session at mamak etc, or even the timeS we raped socialize with beloved Ang. It sure bring back lotsa fond memories
(2) I'd met some new friends....
For the past 3 years in my uni life, i'd met some friends which i'd grown really close with, thanks for leaving such nice footprints in my heart =)
(3) I got my own car!!
Previously back in school days, all of us (almost all) have to rely on HK to drive us/drop us/pick us up at LRT station or some bus stop. He's the only one who drive a car back in school days, now we can proudly return HK's favour! (or maybe only one can't....)
(4) 3 years effort for one piece of paper...
I was studying in USM for 3 whole freaking years and i'd finally graduated! Yes, i'd learnt to live by my own and life has never been better after my graduation day. The best part of it is when i went for my job interview, instead of asking for my degree transcript, the interviewer asked "can i have your SPM examination result?" They did not even requested my STPM results..... Gosh
(5) Fell in love
I'd fell in love with the girl of my life. She's everything i need and complements well to my weaknesses. Words couldn't possible how much i love her but i'd found a song which matches closes to it... From 童话 (Tong Hua) by Guang Liang
也许你不会懂 (Perhaps you never knew)
从你说爱我以后 (From the moments you said you love me)
我的天空星星都亮了 (All the stars in my sky have brightened up)
(6) I broke my heart
I'd lost her... It's painful.
(7)I think I saved a little Rhino
or maybe a I'd fed a few extra leaves, instead of donating to help some poverty stricken kid, i'd donated to save a rhino... 
The amount is very minimal but i sincerely hope it did something good towards the preservation of rhinos in the long run. Hopefully my kids in the future could still have a chance to view one...
(8) My eyes are brighter
I never knew that the mainstream media managed to hide so many news from us, how the heck did they do it? I am so darn happy that i'd registered to vote for the last election!!! For everyone out there, try to take the blindfold down, peek into the real world, and see how badly informed you are... For starters, try googling these words :
Valuecap Sdn Bhd
Teresa Kok
or better go read Malaysiakini
It's not free but if you're a cheapskate like me, go click the BM/Chinese version, it's free. I'm buying a subscription soon....
(9) I saw a whole cycle of life
I saw a relative of mine past away and at the same time my older cousin had a new member in his family. I myself had a few near death experience while driving and I'd learned the "fragility" of life. One moment you're still here, the next moment I might be floating in mid air wondering what happened.... Treasure the "now" moment. Be blessed by the fact that you're so much better than someone out there...
(10) I'm older....
8th March 2009 and i'm 24 years old, Happy Birthday to myself.
This is the 1st time i sing myself a birthday song and blew my own lighted up candle...
This is the 1st time me and my friends had a really impromptu trip and managed to cash out from the Genting... (thanks for the great experience guys!)
This is the 1st time i feel so lost in my life and so tired...
Anyway, Happy Birthday to myself...
That’s life, or some said, love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fade away, and one tend to forget that true love lies in between the peace and dullness.
Adapted from another site....
My husband is a scientist by profession. I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when i lean against his broad shoulders.
Three years in the courtship and now, two years into marriage, I have to admit, I am getting tired of it. The reasons for loving him has now transformed into the cause of all the restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and is extremely sensitive and exquisite when it comes to relationships and feelings. I yearn for romantic moments, like a little boy yearning for candy.
My husband, is a stark contrast to 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, shocked.
“I am tired, there aren’t reasons for everything in the world” I answered.
He kept silent for a long time, seeming to be in deep thoughts with a cigarette lighted the entire night. My feelings 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. I looked 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’s say, I love a flower at a mountain cliff, and we are both sure that picking the flower will cause death, will you still do it for me?”
He said, “I will give you your answer tomorrow….”; My heart just sank after hearing his reply.
The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper with his
scratchy writing, underneath a glass of warm milk.
It goes…
“Dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
further explain the reasons.”
This first line has already broken my heart. I continued reading.
“You can only type with the computer and yet you always mess up the programs in the
PC and cry in front of screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling yet you always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to lead you around.
You always have cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramp at your tummy.
You like to stay indoor, and I worry 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 stare at the computer for long hours, and that’s no good for your eyes.
I have to save my eyes so that when we grow older, I can help to clip your
nails, and help to remove those annoying white hair.
I will hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… tell you the colour of flowers, which is just like the glow on your young face…
Thus, my dear, before I am sure there is someone who loves you more than I
do… I would not pick the flower, and die.. ”
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his hand writing while I resumed 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 favorite bread and fresh milk…”
I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand held tight on the milk and bread…. Oh I am sure no one ever loved 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 forget that true love lies in between 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.
Life is interesting at times, and i kinda like my job. I love the adrenaline rushing through my veins every time i'm transacting large deals. One single wrong move or wrong timing will result in either huge loss or accidental huge profits. It's really exhaustive, mentally and physically but i love the rush of excitement and heart pumping action of my job
Personal stuffs aside, today i'm gonna open up a topic.................. Zzzzzzzzzz
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