Saturday, March 13, 2004

** Am I a FRog ??

A group of frogs were traveling through the woods and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all of their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out.When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.
This story teaches two lessons:
There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.
A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say.
Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times.Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.Be special to others.
I'm not the kinda that gets angry easily I think, but there were times when I let anger get the better of me and said nasty things like those froggies above. I speak without giving it a thought and found my words hurtful. Remorseful I may be, but once the words are shot out, no amount of topic changing or nicer comments could alleviate the situation cos the harm has been inflicted. So sorry if it happen to any of u with my sharp words, I really mean no harm. Will learn to exercise some anger restraining techniques. ahahaha
I must really salute those people who are slow in letting their anger take control over them. Before they could get upset or mad, their anger vanishes as fast as it came. Dun say that u dun believe cos I do have friends who are like that. Its a blessing to have met them. Must bai them as shi fu!! =P

Thursday, March 11, 2004

A poem to share

Just this afternoon, cheryl mentioned that we are neglecting our journals. hahaha I agree cos I'm really busy with the upcoming fyp report. Well, happpen to chance upon a nice poem online, I thot why not just share with all of ya. The title is "The Most Beautiful Flower"

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the weeping branches of an old willow tree,
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And as if to ruin my rare quiet day,
A young boy approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all faded, from no rain or light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat by my side
And sniffed at the flower and declared with surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The poor weed before me was dying or dead,
No bright vibrant colors, no yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached out my hand and said, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see, he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps in his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world, it was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind
I vowed to see beauty, and appreciate what's mine.

I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose,
And smiled as the boy, another weed in his hand,
Went to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Nice! In case u wanna know where I got it from, check out this link :

Sunday, March 07, 2004


Had an eventful day...! Had been at Young Musicians Auditorium since 4pm this afternoon till almost 10:30pm. Was kinda glad that Cheryl invited me to join her in her Hall's cultural nite.
Both of us performed the song "有你真好" with Zeewei's accompliment (keyboardist). Despite many stage experiences, I still find myself nervous as the nite approached. hahahaha~~! Though during the song, there were glitches, it was still fun in the end. A little dissapointed to say that we did not do as well as during the rehearsals. haahhaha~~! Anyway, its over! Phew... Can finally heave a sigh of relieve.
Now, its back to FYP FYP FYP ... (chanting..). God bless me! I've got another angmo lecturer as my final year examiner. Hope he is as kind as Wolfee..! Pray hard...

Thursday, March 04, 2004

Great Tidings~~!

My friend just smsed me in the afternoon to bring happy news of a new addition into his family. I bet he must be beaming with pride now that he has rose up to the rank of a father.
Kinda heart warming and excited to receive the good news. Even Wenxin who was going home with me today could feel my excitement cos I was super chatty and grinning away along the way. ahahaha!
Today's also a nice and easy date to remember. 3/3 seems to be a lucky no in cantonese i think.
Hope the blessed child will grow up well, healthy and be like his father. =)
Congrats Weng! (If u see this entry of cos) I know u'll be a great father. =)

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Stop Daydreaming!

Someone read my journal and told me tat I am dreaming too much a few days ago. Those words did not make must an impact until today.
Sigh... Woke up this morning and realised that I really am dreaming too much...There are lotsa stuff awaiting me to touch them. Well, guess I shouldnt be running away from my responsibilities. Time for me to buck up and face all the undone work!
Must learn to love all these tasks. ahahhaha

Monday, March 01, 2004

Gonna sleep soon, but before that thot of just updating my journal. Had a fruitful day slacking hahahaha....

My fyp progress is still as slow (crawling pace). I bet many people are either wrapping up their projects or starting on their report. Oh man.. I hope I'm not a goner! eeks wat a scary thought.

Writing in the wee hours of the morning is fast becoming my norm. In a terrible shape lately with large prominent eye bags and droopy eyes. hahaha Hope I dun scare anyone when school re-opens!

The one week March holidays have just started, kinda envy those who are enjoying themselves while I bury myself in my project and school work. Hump! Will bao(4) chou(2) when I graduate man. haahhaha... Will play very hard then... If I can!

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