TitLe (",): February 2005

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

A meaningful story

The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."The father was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present theres supposed to be something inside the package?"The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember thelove of the child who had put it there.In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children,family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.* Dun get angry with those ard you, for everything they do have their special meaning just for you. *

Letting go(from a friend blog)

Letting go doesn't mean I stop caring.

It means that sometimes people have to do it for themselves.

Letting go is not giving in to powerlessness.

It's understanding that complete control is only ever a rhetorical position.

Letting go is learning that listening does not mean waiting to speak.

Letting go is not trying to change another. The more we seek to change others, the more we are blind to ourselves.

Letting go is staying away from the blame game. Things happen, people get hurt, people die. It has always been so.

Letting go is not to regret what has happened, but to think of the part it plays in where I am now, and the opportunity it presents for guidance.

Letting go is understanding that any experience can eventually be helpful, though this may often be difficult to understand at the time.

Letting go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being, and make their own way, as you make yours.

Letting go is not to fix, but to be supportive if my support is requested, or if my offer of support is accepted.

Letting go is not to automatically deny or accept, attack or protect, flee or intervene. Sometimes letting go simply means waiting to see what happens.

Letting go is not to nag, scold, or argue, but to be aware of how I might improve my relationship to others.

Letting go is not to criticise and regulate anyone, but to try to live in a spirit of gentleness.

Letting go is to fear less and love more, For in fearing more we love less and fear even more.

Letting go is trusting that if I can listen for more helpful understandings of life and how to live it, and occasionally learn, the rest will follow.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

How Could You ~~!

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I become your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.

I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently , comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tired to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to anothter room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream.. or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a seperate room.

A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the string and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tired to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Though for the day =)

If A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P QR S T U V W X Y Z

Is equal to

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 1213 14 15 16 1718 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

ThenHardwork=H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K= 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11= 98%

onlyKnowledge=K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G+E= 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5= 96%

onlyLove=L+O+V+E=12+15+22+5=54% (>_<)Luck =L+U+C+K= 12+21+3+11= 47%

(don't moz of us think diz iz lyk THEmoz impt???)Then what makes 100% Is

itMoney? ..... NoLeadership? ...... NOEvery problem has a solution, only ifwe perhaps

change our attitude.To go to the top, to that 100%what we really need to go further.....abit

more.......Attitude=A+T+T+I+T+U+D+E=1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5= 100%It is OUR

ATTITUDE towards LifeandWork that makes OUR Life 100%

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Living on...

Today was a tiring day.. had to accompany duckie go sim lim.. brough a graphic card but decided not to get the battle chest coz we though it's was exp.. however b.coz of that mistake we took.. we wasted 3 hours searching for it nearby lmao.. but still no stock pui (",)

actually wanted to help him get his computer done by today but think it's not possible with the time constraint blah blah blah at night still went to play soccer with ming hui and his friend.. to my surprise their group are so united sigh.. envy envy wor

better slp early tml need to work wor

TitLe (",)