Archive for October, 2006
I did’nt realise that I love to write when I was much younger. I dug out my “memory box” today and found many pieces of my writings. Here’s one special one.. I almost forgot ..
What You Hold
You have no idea what you hold in your hand
It was only given to one other person
He didn’t really want it so he gave it back
Now I’m giving it to you
You hold it in the palm of your hand
Do you hold it and cherish it or do you just crush it and laugh
The decision is yours
Weigh the thoughts well
You may realise what it is
Only too late did he know
Now he realises and it’s no longer there
Contemplate well your next move
You could be like him and realise too late
That what it was you held in your hand
Was My heart ..
After 6 months spending time with the cute little puppy, he now claims it as a stray dog. A very disheartening story reflecting the many faces of family style in upbringing a child. I think compassion is rooted in your genes.
The 11 year old boy abandoned his puppy outside the house and refused to claim ownership of it, as his parents speaks of the dog as a stray – core reasons, the dog has wondered off, mixed with some stray dogs and have infested with fleas. The dog seems to have lost its “status” since it befriended the “bad crowd”. “The dog brings his friends over and thinks that this is his house”, said the 11 year old. I was dumbfounded with the statement.
I wondered to myself what will happen if one fine day the parents of this child is no longer able to care for themselves. Will he outcast the parents out of the house ? Compassion Vs Heartless … The cruelty of men seem to have won over the boy’s heart.
I did not write this. Love to take the credits for it, tho. Thought it was nice to share it.
I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you.
All you can do is be someone that can be loved.
The rest is up to them.
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.
I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life,
but who you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you’d better know something.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.
I’ve learned that you can do some thing in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I’ve learned that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you can’t.
I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done regardless of the consequences.
I’ve learned that money is a lousy way to keep score.
I’ve learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I’ve learned that the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones to pick you back up.
I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the rights to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.
I’ve learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learnt from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learned that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.
I’ve learned that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I’ve learned that even when you think you have no
more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I wonder how the fine line between an acquaintance and a friend is drawn. Here’s my personal judgement.
- someone you meet and greet once a year
- someone you meet once and hear about them from other people
In my definition of friend, it branches out to:
A casual friend
- someone you sent at least a sms to once every 3 months
- someone who replies your 3 months sms
- someone who knows if you’re married or otherwise
- someone who remembers your boyfriend’s/girlfriend’s name
- someone who knows your last name
- someone who knows the location of your house address
A good friend
- someone you sent at least a sms to once a week
- someone who replies your weekly sms
- someone you sent an email to at least once a month and receive replies from them
- someone who has been in your house/room
- someone who you’ve been out with at least once a month
- someone who knows or share experience of your silly/unforgetable moments in life
- someone who is willing to lend you money
- someone who knows your deepest darkest secret and is able to threaten you with it
- someone who keeps your deepest darkest secret
- someone who ramages your refrigerator
- someone who’ve met all your ex bf/gf
I like to share my recent experience with the Malaysia Government Service. I’ve submitted an application form in June and was told that I will receive a letter confirming my submission 3 months later. I called them today and discovered that the application have just landed on the officer’s desk for processing today. Feeling rather displeased, I asked the officer if I need to wait another 4 months for the processing to be done. The officer shouted back at me and ask me not to blame him as he “just” received the form. Lucky for me, the officer advised me to come and see him next week Monday for further follow-up. I wonder when the application will be finalised … Another year perhaps.
I had a very interesting conversation with a friend of mine about blog months back. We questioned the very reason why people create blog. Its like an open diary of your life. There is also the risk of sharing your thoughts/pictures with strangers as the blog link is open to public. Social risk includes when you quote names in blog. After the long debate about the pro and cons of blog, I think I’ve made up my mind at that point of time, blog was not my cup of tea. Quite ironic, here I am blogging. So I’m now in a self dillemma on what to blog.
My sudden change in profession last year had astounded many, including myself. I’ve called it quits with the corporate world. As an experienced tuition tutor on the English subject (haha… no one can say la I’m not experienced !)
I hereby declare this very space of my blog as a “Broken English Written Perfectly” zone. I hereby also declare all spelling mistakes written in my blog are intended as typo errors ! Aisey, I should have been a lawyer la !!