Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Story of Eraser and Pencil
Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
i will never give up | 5:31 PM
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
FML
seriously lifeless. i have lost a few close frens. damn moody. my life used to be perfect. i can say that it would be the best moment of my life.
But now, i fucking got no close frens. i feel desperate after this incident. i guess my life is full of shit. meaningless too. FML.
i will never give up | 12:14 AM
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Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Family is Important !
i found this story again =X
A good touching story to remind us about our family
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
"I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting." We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy.
My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print.
Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting
there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed. "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered. A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that
I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said:
"I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there;
but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for y ou and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.
I love you, son." At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time:
"I LOVE YOU " and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.
Nothing in life is more important than your family.
Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
i will never give up | 6:44 PM
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Monday, August 30, 2010
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain
i found this story ! have fun.
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am..
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me,
but I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,
'That is the kind of love I want in my life.
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything they have.
i will never give up | 5:13 PM
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Friday, August 20, 2010
My first love had just passed away...
Back to many years ago, it was a heroic act of mine that saved her but in reality it had put me into countless years of agony and loneliness. She was tied to a stake, ready to be burnt for reasons of being a vampire. I will name this female vampire as Vampire A for simplicity sake.
Being then i was a young lad with gullible and senseless bravery and when i chance upon the horrible sight, i made no hesitation into saving her. Both of us fall off the cliff while trying to escape the villagers and in order to save me, she had offered her blood to me. This is how i became a vampire too. Do not be fool by the grand romance or intriguing plots of twilight or vampire diaries as my real story told otherwise.
In a world where one has an eternity to live their lives and experience new things, it’s easy to take life for granted. For instance, I’ve never worried about going to university or being in a rush to get my driver’s license. I’ve always felt that I would have all the time in the world to get to that. I have never wanted to rush through my life to reach the end of the tunnel.
Most humans have to plan their lives out meticulously so that they can fulfill all of their goals in their short lifetimes. Lucky them, to have goals, I mean. The first and only time that I felt like I was missing out was when I saw her, a young SYT that i will be teaching the piano to for the next 4 years. During this whole duration, i taught her every thing i knew and our relationship grew to such an extent we are madly in love. She is my first love and i truly treasure her a lot.
But reality came crashing in when Vampire A knock some sense into me. Vampires can't fall in love with humans as we are the undead. Not wanting to hurt her further, i decide to use the most cruel way and that is to break out with her. Back then, i was thinking this may be painful for the both of us but this is the best way for her to continue to live her life as a human and me as a vampire.
Its not strange she cried and grieved over a failed relationship and nursed her wounds for a few months. I believe its about a year passed our official breakup date when i saw her once again in orchard road not alone but walking with her university boyfriend. I watched as they crossed their fingers together and leaned against each other as they walked. The way their eyes met and how they glanced all the way to each other’s souls, I was truly envious. I felt as though I could walk the earth for millennial, and never find my soul mate, my other half.
I truly regretted then for not telling her the truth that i was a vampire for fear of scaring her away and losing her. From what i knew after that, they got married and i decided to leave Singapore for abroad to calm my lonesome soul with Vampire A.
Fast forward to last month, i returned back to Singapore and was informed about her ill health. She was lying in the hospital and are about to die. I had wanted to visit her in the hospital but fear of her recognizing my never change youth looks, i decided to glance from afar. Age had truly conquer over her as her wrinkled body and grey white hair symbolizes that. I can't helped but sigh once again if my decisions back then was correct.
Last week, i received a letter addressing to me. It was sent to me by her lawyer and in the contents, she had pleaded for me to take care of her daughter. From the letter, i knew she must had passed away.....
I'm sorry i can't continue the rest of the story now..its hard to continue as teardrops are falling onto my keyboard now. I will continue the remaining story in another date. The reason i'm revealing all these truth right now is not CSB or whatever but to remind all of you to treasure your love ones...
i will never give up | 6:28 PM
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Thursday, August 19, 2010
I found touching story
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called
"best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.
i will never give up | 10:10 PM
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Wednesday, June 2, 2010
haha
its soooooo Dead!
i will never give up | 9:11 PM
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