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hi everyone

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 01:57 EST

if you guys noticed, my 'friendship banner' has been taken down quite a long time ago. Reason? Because I'm really really busy with my coursework. There's a lot to do ever since I've entered university. besides emails and letters kinda like piled up since I did not read them every day like I used to. Now I have more than 100 unread messages in Zorpia, not to mention 400 emails in my Hotmail account and 200 emails from school. The fact that most of them are spam or advertisement actually discouraged me to read any further. Too many useless stuff. And complaints kept coming in one after another.

Please forgive me if I had not reply your messages for long. Starting from today, I'm gonna take responsibility to read those. It might be today, tomorrow or next week, so please be patient.

As a reminder, I do not reply to any emails requesting a girlfriend. I consider them as a hoax and harassment but I won't sue you ^^ And I will not agree to any private meetings outside the Net with people I do not know personally. That's all.

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms

Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:56 EST

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.

Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.

Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.. But I couldn't help doing so.

I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.

Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. 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 serious topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn't 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, because my heart had gone to Dew.

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. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

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.

Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. 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, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I 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, as if we came back to 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. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever.. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

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 to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.

To realize

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 00:21 EST

To realize the value of a sister, ask someone who doesn’t have one.

To realize the value of ten years, ask a newly divorced couple.

To realize the value of four years, ask a graduate.

To realize the value of one year, ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize the value of nine months, ask a mother who give birth to a still born.

To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of one week, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of one hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of one minute, ask a person who has missed a train, bus or plane.

To realize the value of one second, ask a person who has survived an accident…

To realize

The value of a millisecond, ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have.

You will treasure it more when you share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend, lose one.

幸運草戀人

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 02:51 EST

女孩:『求求你,不要討厭我好不好?』女孩流著淚對男孩說。

男孩眼睜睜看著女孩,不發一語。男孩不知該如何開口,其實他對女孩已經失去了感覺。

只說了一句~『妳能找到比我更好的!』之後便轉身離去,留下女孩在原地。

女孩失去了堅強的勇氣,頓時放聲哭泣。

女孩決定離開這令她難過的城市,因為這個城市中充斥的他與她的回憶。

她決定試著忘記過去的點點滴滴, 今天起的她是另一個重新的開始。

她留下來的是給男孩的一封信,用綠色幸運草圖案點綴的信紙。

給我心愛的你:

我坐在頂樓看著一片不算蔚藍的天空。

我相信我的天空不會像這樣的灰矇矇,就算沒有你。

因為愛你,所以我退出你的天空。

因為愛你,所以希望你過得快樂,過得更好。 因為愛你,所以我選擇離開。

其實,我知道你心裡選擇的是她。只是我一直不肯放棄,一直迷戀著你。

總是傻傻的想有天或許你會看見我的付出,或許...我還有一絲絲的機會。

就算機會再渺茫,我也不願輕易放棄。但如今,我的不放棄可能造成你的負擔。

我不要成為你的負擔 ~!所以我選擇離開。

我用我對你的愛,祝你過的幸福。用愛的祝福,除了是我的真心,還帶著心痛。

但我會帶著心痛一起離開。我離開你的天空,也請你退出我的天空...

愛你的女孩

男孩並不是不愛著女孩,是因為男孩得了血癌。他知道,女孩跟他在一起;不會有永遠的幸福。

他寧願現在讓女孩恨他,也不願讓女孩在失去他的傷痛裡迷失自我。

男孩相信他所心愛的女孩會找到另一個更愛她的男孩。

男孩握著手中那張用四葉幸運草做成的書籤,這是女孩給他的。他對著幸運草許下願望,

他要求的;只是希望女孩忘記她,讓他離開她的生活。

女孩所誤會的人,是他在國外唸書的妹妹。他要求妹妹與他演這場讓女孩不得不離開他的戲。

失去女孩的男孩,也失去了重心,他思念著女孩與他的點點滴滴。但是,他沒有勇氣找回女孩。

看著自己的頭髮一根根因為化療而落下,看著自己的臉龐逐漸的蒼白憔悴;看著自己的生命漸漸的失去。

他覺得現在的他已經沒有資格讓女孩深深的愛著,躺在病床上的他;已失去活下去的力量。

男孩的父母知道自己的兒子已經沒有希望,從不肯放棄到現在的漸漸接受。心疼兒子

除了病痛之外,還有失去最愛的心痛。

唯一想做的,只是希望兒子能再見女孩一面, 希望他不要留任何的遺憾,希望兒子能帶著微笑離開人間。

男孩的父母打聽到女孩的老家,到女孩的老家想請求女孩去見兒子一面。

但是...

女孩的父母告訴男孩的父母,女孩自殺死了; 因為女孩的父母原先就不贊成她們倆人在一起。女孩為了和男孩在一起,和家裡的人鬧得不愉快;

甚至負氣離開家裡。

後來男生的離開,讓她頓時不知自己該何去何從; 覺得已經沒有屬於女孩的地方。沒有人支持,沒有人鼓勵的女孩選擇了離開人間。帶著男孩給她的美好回憶離開,讓美好的回憶陪伴著她。女孩的父母給了男孩父母一張綠色幸運草書籤及一封信,

並說:『這應該是女孩留給男孩的。』

男孩的父母把東西交給了男孩,男孩看著信裡的內容; 掉下了眼淚。

『心愛的,我帶著你的愛離開。』整張信裡只有這一句話。

而男孩的心,早已傷痛碎裂;男孩要求去女孩的墳前向女孩告別。

他要求父母給他一點時間和女孩獨處, 他在墳前告訴著女孩實話。告訴著女孩:『如果有下輩子,我願補回今生我虧欠你的愛。』

男孩拿著兩張一對的綠色幸運草書籤,放在女孩的墳前。

之後抱著女孩的墓碑,頭用力的墓碑磕下;血染著女孩的墓碑男孩死了。

雙方的父母同意讓彼此合葬在一起。希望來世的他們,能得到永恆的真愛;不再分離。

墳前長滿不是雜草,是一片綠色的酢漿草。就這麼鋪滿在他們的墓上。

他們在綠色幸運草的幸運下永遠的相愛著。在四葉幸運草的祝福相長眠。

他們再也不會分開。

Funny Instruction Labels

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 12:26 EST

Some examples of why the human race has probably evolved as far as possible. These are actual instruction labels on consumer goods:

On Sears hairdryer:
Do not use while sleeping.
(Gee, that's the only time I have to work on my hair!)

On a bag of Fritos:
You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
(The shoplifter special!)

On a bar of Dial soap:
Directions: Use like regular soap.
(and that would be how?)

On some Swann frozen dinners:
Serving suggestion: Defrost.
(But it's 'just' a suggestion!)

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert: (printed on bottom of the box)
Do not turn upside down.
(Too late! you lose!)

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding:
Product will be hot after heating.
(Are you sure? Let's experiment.)

On packaging for a Rowenta iron:
Do not iron clothes on body.
(But wouldn't that save more time?)
(Whose body?)

On Boot's Children's cough medicine:
Do not drive car or operate machinery.
(We could do a lot to reduce the construction accidents if we just kept those 5 year olds off those fork lifts.)

On Nytol sleep aid:
Warning: may cause drowsiness.
(One would hope!)

On a Korean kitchen knife:
Warning: keep out of children.
(hmm...something must have gotten lost in the translation...)

On a string of Christmas lights:
For indoor or outdoor use only.
(As opposed to use in outer space.)

On a food processor:
Not to be used for the other use.
(Now I'm curious.)

On Sainsbury's peanuts:
Warning: contains nuts.
(but no peas?)

On an American Airlines packet of nuts:
Instructions: open packet, eat nuts.
(somebody got paid big bucks to write this one...)

On a Swedish chainsaw:
Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.
(Raise your hand if you've tried this...)

On a child's Superman costume:
Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly.
(Oh go ahead! That's right, destroy a universal childhood belief.)

21 Things To Do For Life

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 02:19 EST

THE FOLLOWING IS A CHINESE GOOD LUCK TANTRA TOTEM.

Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their
conversational skills will be as important as any other.

Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

When you say, "I love you", mean it.

When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.

Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

Believe in love at first sight.

Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who
don't have dreams don't have much.

Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt
but it's the only way to live life completely.

In disagreements, fight fairly. Please No name calling.

Don't judge people by their relatives.

Talk slowly but think quickly.

When someone asks you a question you don't want
to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"

Remember that great love and great
achievements involve great risk.

Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

Remember the three R's:
Respect for self;
Respect for others;
Responsibility for all your actions.

Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

When you realize you've made a mistake,
take immediate steps to correct it.

Smile when picking up the phone.
The caller will hear it in your voice.

Spend some time alone.

I received this email from a dear friend. It is supposed to bring good luck.
All you have to do, is to follow at least 5 of them listed above,
and you can see what wonders it will bring in your life!

can't wait for it to end...

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 04:13 EST

This school holiday sucks from the very beginning. On the last day of exams, which is the day before the holiday started, I discovered my IC was missing. I couldn't believe my eyes. I searched high and low, inside and outside, but I still couldn't find it . And I had to realise this an hour before the exams started. I have half a mind to miss the exams to find my I.C. It spoilt my mood for exams and I strong suspected (I mean confirmed ) I performed badly on the papers. And it had to be my easiest subject -- Accounting. What hope should I have if my Accounting papers failed me?

With the burden of my mid-year results, I went back to Sarawak. My parents give me the cold shoulder all the time and my siblings are not helpful either. They kept quarreling and fighting over trivial matters, like gameboy and computer games. Can't they lay that off even for a moment? However, it's not my stand to stop them. If my father found me involved in their fights, he would probably exploded and I would be the one to swallow all the gunpowder he threw at me resulted from frustration at work, my IC (still hadn't found it), and annoyance of my siblings' senseless fighting. I admit I had done wrong, but it's not my fault, really.

My only getaway is when we came back to Kerteh, where I can access to Internet and have my room to myself. Over the time at home, I went online and did a bit of graphic hunting. Noticed that I put a lot of graphics on my homepage? You have no idea how much time I've spent to complete the layout. Not bad, isn't it?

The midi I put on my homepage isn't as impressive as the ones I used previously, but I'll try to find better ones. It's called Groovy!, an opening theme adapted from the series Cardcaptor Sakura. If you don't mind, please leave a few comments on my page so that I can make some improvement. Thanks

he was holding me...

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 01:39 EST

There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord.

One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the Mom, right in front of the child. Then, the dad shot himself. The little girl watched it all. She then was sent to a foster home.

The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday School, the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, "Does anyone know who this is?"

The little girl said, "I do, that's the man who was holding me the night my parents died."

~Animal Diaries~

Wed, 24 May 2006 07:17 EST

No offense to animal lovers. This is merely a joke :)

Life as seen in a dog's diary:

8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!

Life as seen in a cat's diary:

Day 183 of my captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

------

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded—must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair -- must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.

------

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.

But I can wait, it is only a matter of time....

My Conscience Is Nagging Me......

Sat, 13 May 2006 09:56 EST

Today I've just did a terrible thing......

I LIED TO MY PARENTS.

MY MOST BELOVED PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, WHO RAISED ME, TRUSTED ME, HAVE HIGH HOPES IN ME, AND I LIED TO THEM.

My father have been looking forward for me to achieve the scolarship offered by his company, he thought I could get it, since the results I get for my SPM is acceptional to apply for one... and you know what I did?

I FORGOT TO APPLY.

I wasn't aware of the scholarship being offered and its deadline, until I saw a friend of mine send a big envelope containing the application form, and by the time I knew it, it was too late.

A few days ago, the results came out. Naturally, my name wasn't on it. And the fated phone call from my father came. Asking for my results. And I answered 'No, I didn't get it.' but I didn't say anything about whether I applied for it or not.

He assumed that I did it and then he started saying reassuring words to me that it can't be helped, since I'm not a Malay or belong to any native group in Malaysia, and since that I applied to study in overseas, my chances of getting one is quite slim.

I DIDN'T CORRECT HIM. I said, "I'm sorry, father, I'll try again when my final college results came out."

And then my mother takes over the phone. That's when the lying gets worse. She isn't really as anxious as my father is, but she also comfort me, thinking that I was very disappointed and sad. MY GUILT GOT BIGGER.

She told me that she was surprised that some of my friends got it, even the ones who didn't attend the interview last time (the one we applied using our forecast results). She didn't know that we have to apply again after the SPM results came out.

I explained to her that we have to apply again after the results came out, and the worst part of my lie came out of my mouth without much thinking. I said, 'Maybe it's because I applied for the overseas scholarship. I knew I applied for it.'

I couldn't take it anymore, so I made an excuse that I'm not feeling well and the phone call ended earlier then it should be.

I heard that if a person lies, he would have to say more lies to cover the first one up, and the lies will grow bigger and bigger.

Why do I have to lie? Is it because I don't want to hear their disappointed voices? Or is it because I don't want to be scolded by my father? What should I do now?

Will God forgive me for what I've done?

A Date

Tue, 09 May 2006 08:16 EST

As Mother's Day is approaching, this is a good one to share. Remember to love and honor your mother.

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 evening 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.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 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 you 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.

Just saying 'Hi'...

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 07:16 EST

Going back to college tomorrow...

Life is easy at home. I don't have to go to college everyday, no need to wake up at 7 am every morning, no worries about meals, and don't have to force myself to do homework until midnight. Yup, nice life. Except that teachers have to give us a lot of assignments enough to last a month and we have to finish it in ONE week.

However, I managed to change my homepage layout in time before I go back to college . It's not as bright as the previous sunflower one, but I'm satisfied with it. Always wanted to put the song "You Are My Love" on this layout, but can't find it . If you came across it somewhere, please tell me . Current playing song is "If You Are My Love", adapted from the series Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle.

Oh no, dear homework is calling me. Got to go for now, bye!

Mother

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 03:20 EST

There were two warring tribes in the Andes, one that lived in the lowlands and the other high in the mountains. The mountain people invaded the lowlanders one day, and as part of their plundering of the people, they kidnapped a baby of one of the lowlander families and took the infant with them back up into the mountains.

The lowlanders didn't know how to climb the mountain. They didn't know any of the trails that the mountain people used, and they didn't know where to find the mountain people or how to track them in the steep terrain.

Even so, they sent out their best party of fighting men to climb the mountain and bring the baby home.

The men tried first one method of climbing and then another. They tried one trail and then another. After several days of effort, however, they had climbed only several hundred feet.

Feeling hopeless and helpless, the lowlander men decided that the cause was lost, and they prepared to return to their village below.

As they were packing their gear for the descent, they saw the baby's mother walking toward them. They realized that she was coming down the mountain that they hadn't figured out how to climb.

And then they saw that she had the baby strapped to her back. How could that be?

One man greeted her and said, "We couldn't climb this mountain. How did you do this when we, the strongest and most able men in the village, couldn't do it?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said,

"It wasn't your baby."

On loooooooooooong HIATUS!!!!!

Tue, 27 Dec 2005 12:24 EST

Going to be offline for a long, long time. The reason? Going to college on 2th of January. Away from home (and computer) for months . Not that I'm complaining, but I'm going to miss Zorpia a lot.

Well, goodbye and see you soon

Finally MOVED!!!

Sun, 25 Dec 2005 02:20 EST

Just moved to Kerteh last week. After tidying up the new place for several days, the place is finally fit to live, eat and sleep ( Father did a lousy job of cleaning before we moved) I have been sleepless for a few nights after we moved here Must be because I'm not used to the new bed and miss my friends in Bintulu. However, I might went back to Sarawak and visit some of them next year .

Recently I've changed a new Zorpia layout and quite sastified with it. It somehow represents my feelings right now, about going to a new college and making new friends. Nice, isn't it? Even though it isn't as outstanding as the previous layout . Current playing song is The Promise of the World, adapted from the movie Howl's Moving Castle. I know it's not Clamp's work, but I recently watched it and fall in love with it. Don't you think it suits the background?

Oh no, Mum's calling me. Got to go. See ya soon!