Saturday, May 15, 2010
Someone ask me to update...
Friday, March 19, 2010
Regret...
I really regretted for what i did. However, am i worth the forgiveness? Seriously no idea, i'd start the game, the ball is now in your court, you make the decision, just hope that you don't drag too long to make your decision. I really need your support... Please...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Lesson learned
I really don't understand myself, why did I do things that I knew I might regret? I really hurt someone who love me so much(don't worry, it's not my girlfriend), he's someone who is very important in my life, whom gave me so much encouragement whenever I feel down and lousy. He's really someone who I can't find any fault with at all, but I still hurt him. I'm really sorry for what I did, if you happen to know who I am talking about, please let the person know and ask him to read this post. I had a MSN chat with him yesterday, we talked about things, it was only till yesterday that I know that i hurt him so much that he lost confidence in me already. However, he asked me to give him time to think it over, whether or not to forgive me. I will wait, no matter how long you take to think, I hurt you, it's now for me to take the punishment of awaiting. I learned my lesson already, as a big brother, instead of sharing your burden and problems I added on to yours. Now i deeply regretted, please forgive me.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Story to share
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.
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, 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 world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months 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 the body 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 real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides 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.'
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, 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 world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months 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 the body 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 real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides 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.'
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Hurt
I just hurt someone's heart recently, that person is very nice to me and yet, I hurt that person's heart. Why am I like this, hurting someone's heart when that person is so nice and important to me? I'm now worried that if he doesn't forgive me, I've been sms-ing him, trying to gain back the trust, but it seems unfruitful, because the mutual trust had been betrayed. I broke my promises time and again, I'm actually quite happy that he still continue to sms me, but what I want is to be back to those days before. Hopefully he can forgive me.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Happy CNY to ALL
CNY is finally here, waiting for so long for ang baos to be in my pocket, haha I'm a bit late to post but late is better than never, HAPPY CNY TO ALL!!! Huat ah!!! Everybody, enjoy your holidays, those who are booking tomorrow night, enjoy while it lasts...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
坏人
你是好人也是个坏人
对我坦承只为了朝他狂奔
不能放任所以放了
这点痛我还能忍
This lyrics seem very simple on the surface but deeply, if you have been through some tribulations in love, you will see the deep meaning in depth. Actually I got nothing to talk about today, just a bit tired after a day's work, reading manga now, using facebook.
对我坦承只为了朝他狂奔
不能放任所以放了
这点痛我还能忍
This lyrics seem very simple on the surface but deeply, if you have been through some tribulations in love, you will see the deep meaning in depth. Actually I got nothing to talk about today, just a bit tired after a day's work, reading manga now, using facebook.
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