Monday, February 23, 2009

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled

*** i took this pic recently and i think it suits this story.

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 color 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 color 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.'

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can' t buy.

I saw the film once again

It's very difficult to say where those diamonds on display around us often came from. Usually it will be more of the Cs, Cut,carat,color,clarity and...i think i forgot. It's more about how much, which brand and wow factor for couples because diamonds are forever.

Diamonds shouldn't be merge with all these, sadly for some history do speaks.

History can remain painful for some that went through and learning path for others.
After watching the film, the video gives clearer picture and understanding,
sometimes brighter than a diamond.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

There's a clock in the world you can stop

Indeed true
There's a clock in the world you can stop
The time on your hand
And once you're ready to move on
Double-check the date and time setting
You better be running after that
Author~Wayne Yung

My 2009

Everyone has a heart, a heart at any one point of time in many views
Might be going at triple speed than you can imagine just like being in a roller coaster ride
Everyone stands tall in their own unique stance yet even the strongest might fall
The mask above the tears i watch days gone by
I've see close friends of mine tumble and fall
I fell along the way as well
Some stood up and move on hoping no one saw
Some stay on the ground and curse like hell
Some gave a good laugh and move on

i hope you'd be standing tall still

Everyone has some pride
little or none if you try to hide
From the little things you shared
To the little things i kept for many of my friends
Life gets stronger and extends well like a tree holding it's roots right beneath the soil

Sometime i just need to roam around other people to find my own happiness
Because i once did compare
Compare to those that has nothing left to share
Sometimes i read blog posts by others
Serve as a kind reminder
on how we should treat our life better than to let it rot over time

Comb the room for dust and error
why not view it as a pleasure
Once the dust are settled
Task and Task makes more sense and command crisp clear and better
Don't bring work home
Don't bring don't bring but don't mind some emails
It's a good clear of line in life for us to strike a balance
which i didn't back then when i thought i knew how to enjoy my work

3 minutes management skill takes 3 years of experiences to figure
3 minutes of speech might require that precious 3 nights of working late ot
Pluck you curse and swear and we know the history with a little bit learning
All the kings and queens with all that little known history
It's my blog so please don't mind the language,
Below in mix
English and Chinese




The above was copied from one of my friend's blog.
I might not understand the every bit or how to pronounce certain words.
But the true meanings are what makes it completely interesting to me.

Didn't party hard these days because i find it getting boring, more of like creating excel files and word docs planning for my daily budgets and not to overspend unnecessarily, between the entire duration and hopefully just in time for this coming July for the 14th intake with the first installment, if it goes well at least.

2009 is a very uncertain year, bad climate with all the global warming, bad economy. On the papers, on the screen or over the air. I was thinking to myself, if we can change the world overnight and if i think i can't, i go to bed. Throwing back the starfish back to the ocean from the shore doesn't save the planet immediately, yet making that little effort does make a difference. Still remember the good old story.

So this will be a good year after all.

The year where i need to spend real quality time with my family, enjoying my work and not to mentione doing what i do best but always almost not complete, my studies, some light hobbies and others that might come along the path.
With just some proper time-management looking at the pages, it's very possible.
It will be quite hectic but just seriously worth doing in a can-do-it approach.

Leave the history to library.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Men at work: Land down under

Classic. Pure sweet

What if your student did this on a test

Look at this...

It sure looks funny right now.
I must admit i did drew some drawings during my school days back then, creating fonts or drawing on textbooks. Fond memories...wicked.

Interesting mail


When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away
the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what
had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew.
I didn't love her anymore, I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for
her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I
had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front
of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually
a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several
weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did
not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She
requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going
crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her
odd request.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy
in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. >From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about
the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to
me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to
carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday work-out made
me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum
out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly.
I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at
this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom,
through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck
softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our
wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I
Held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school.
I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked

I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in
the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive
for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be
your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that
build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you
just might save a marriage.

- Author unknown -

**It won't be here if not for Benard via mail.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Cherish food

Well, i will.

Katy Perry

funny video, nice song with a twist

Monday, February 2, 2009

Holding probably the best beer in the world
You're maybe only the bottle maker
A Lawyer in the court you thought
Only a mate beside the cell with the vertical bars inches from self
You're maybe only just the bottle maker