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Memories that were left behind...
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Sunday, October 14, 2007

I rmbered i came across a short story recently and it goes something like this...

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service and where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his life would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a gazebo. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. Lovely trees were slowing floating to the ground from the trees. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take him away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.


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|| 12:06 PM

Friday, October 06, 2006

An old man, a little boy, and a donkey were heading towards a faraway city. As they started off on their journey, after awhile, both the old man and the little boy got tired. So they both rode on the donkey at the same time. As they passed the first village, people were looking at them with consternation, whispering to each other, "Look at how cruel that man and boy is, both riding the poor donkey, how tired that donkey must be". The old man felt ashamed, so he got down from the donkey and let the little boy ride on the donkey.

As they passed the second village, people were looking at them angrily, whispering to each other, "Look how disrespectful that boy is, riding on the donkey while the poor old man walked all this way on his own tired feet". Not wanting people to think ill of the little boy, the old man trade places, so that he rode on the donkey while the little boy walked on foot.

As they passed the third village, people were looking at them and frowned, whispering to each other, "Look how irresponsible that old man is, riding on the donkey while the poor little boy walked all this way on his tired little feet". Having gotten enough of the villagers' criticisms, both the old man and the little boy walked on their own, with their donkey following behind them.

Their walk was long, their shoes became torn and worn, their clothes dusty and dirty. Both looked very tired and are about to pass out at any moment. When they finally reached the city, people were looking and laughing at them and smirking, whispering to each other, "Look at the two foolish beggars, they have a donkey and yet do not ride it..instead of riding the donkey to save themselves some energy, they are suffering because of their foolishness."


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|| 3:53 AM

Thursday, October 05, 2006

been really ages since i blog... didnt want to cos it reminds me of upset stuff... anyway just got the picture fixed back and... perhaps shall blog next time..certainly nt now..

stay positive always!


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|| 7:42 AM

Monday, January 24, 2005

Tests haf just ended today.. can finally rest my mind..very tired.. but cant get to slp.. get up frm my bed and decided to blog..
Chinese new year is coming but i suppose the chinese new year this year will be very much different... Frm the day i was born, my grandma is the only grandparents tt i haf.. my uncle and cousin used to live wif her until they got a new house and moved, leaving my grandma all alone... yes it was lonely but tt was nth much tt she could do... my uncle haf try asking her over.. but she didnt really welcome the idea... who knows.. perharps the house left her wif many unforgotton and cherished memories.. Without fail, we would celebrate our new year at my grandma's house and the place will always be soooo packed that you can hardly find a place to stand around... but the feeling is gd.. everybody crowding around..the joys and laughters.."long ah.. ur hongbao.."I would den present 2 lovely oranges to my grandma..the smile tt she wear on her face..so warmth.. every thing will always come to an end.. at the end of the day everybody left the place and the place is filled wif emptiness agn.. the only major gathering tt we haf annually has ended...
As time flies, my grandma's health wasnt what it was.. she had to undergo operation at age of 80 plus.. things worsened when she suffered a fall recently.. she was admitted into hospital..
I stood in front of the bed staring at her... her eyes were closed.. we knew that she could hear us.. but she just couldnt open her eyes.. days ltr.. both her hands suffered frm stroke... she could nt move.. we can hear her breathing... so fast.. she had to rely on the oxygen mask now... doc tor said tt there was nth much they can do...her conditioned worsened each day..
She may leave any now and then.. but theres nth much we can do.. its saddening to see another person in ur life leaves.. but this is life.. really hope that she will be fine.. really..


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|| 7:10 AM

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Just returned home after dinner wif my family.. approxi gt 10 ppl .. lol A wonderful meal indeed.. mabbe it's nt so much abt the food tt i enjoy(though its great).. but the sense of having everyone in my family sitting around and haf dinner.. Even if the food tastes horrible.. i wont mind .. hmm.. hoping for another dinner agn.. Miss those times when we visited the beach.. marina south to fly kites.. going on holi trip etc.. Those unforgettable times... Just happen to remember what my psycho teacher said in the last lesson..." the most impt ppl in your life now would be ur bf/gf at this time of ur life.." How true is it? Everybody in my group all agree tt bf (almost all gals in my grp) is what they think of first each time they are walking alone.. eH? to me... is family.. who knows perharps its because i'm nt attached.. lol


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|| 2:42 AM

Monday, December 13, 2004

dota Freak is what i realised I am turning into >.< getting pretty obesessed wif it ... damn.. perharps this is also one of the reason tt i haf isolated my blog for quite a while lol...
Omg history is repeating itself agn... I'm engaging in the lan stuff agn.. wth.. and also... more pool.. =.=! Finding quite hard to haf time for tutorials assigments agn.. zzz Does it sound rather absurd when i say i am fitting better into a new group of frens as compared to some whom i haf been together for quite a long period of time... o.O? craps. It doesnt really matter what u do tt makes a trip fun but how comfortable u are along the trip... hmmm ?
No point pondering so much abt "it", mabbe its nt worth it... face it.. chi xing jue dui >.< frens, play study, eat, slp =D This is soooooo much betta... hope life goes on better...


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|| 8:26 AM

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Jobless. Haiz. Things turn out just as i expected. Frankly speaking, the job is fine. It's just that this obstinate supervisor who has absolute prejudiced against me often pick on me. She's always "right"..It's not just because of one thing that pushed me to act this way but because of so many things tt i used to believe tt I can manage to tolerate.... Though it was rather packed, I left the place early. I apologise to my colleagues for this irresponsible act.. but i hope u guys will understand... My initial schedule for this week suppose to be inclusive of the weekends.. but now I guess today might haf been the last day for me... haix I really wished tt I can continue my work there... my frens are there.. but well..

Hmmz.. currently hoping to find a new job real soon... otherwise i cant survive with my present piggy >.< eh hey ppl.. any one that has a "lobang" for me pls dun hesitate to contact me asap...really appreciate it... thanks~!

I nid a job T.T

What a day zzz


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|| 11:18 AM

One night a man had a dream.
he dreamed that he was walking along
the beach with the LORD.

across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
for each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.

when the last scene of his life
flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints
in the sand.

he noticed that many times
along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.

he also noticed that it happened
at the very lowest and saddest times
in his life.

this really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:
"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
but I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints. 
i  don't understand why when 
i needed you most you would leave me."

The LORD replied:
"my son, my precious child,
i love you and i would never leave you.
during your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."