What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch, we may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, but little by little, we begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget.
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered "come to me." With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
Love you forever, peace, prayers and blessings.
I Lie About My Number
I Fantasized About You
I Compare You to My Exes
I've Googled Your Exes
I Lose My Appetite
My Body isn't Always this Smooth
I Can Be Disorganized
I Know About Your Porn Stash
I Always Need Extra Time
I'm Usually Late
You've Made Me Cry
I Like When You Call
I Want You to Talk a Little Dirty
I Saved Your Voice Mails
I Wear Granny Underwear
I Spend a Lot on Clothes
I'm Constantly Testing You
I Check Your Butt Out
I Need to Know You Want Me
I Love It When You're Jealous
You're Sexy When You Go to Work
I Start Fights When I Feel Ignored
I Think You're Cheap if I Pay
I've Fantasized About Your Best Friend
My Friends Know Things Before You
I Get Nostalgic About Us
I Want You to Take Control in Bed
Malays, they act like they have money, but actually they don’t.”
I was shocked. What would you do? They can’t say right to your face, but said it behind you, and acting all nice in front of you.
What’s this? I pity them.hmm
I took this short note from 1 of blogger. It’s definitely something that we should learn about friends, family and etc. The ones are there for you, are the ones that you can rely on, thru thick and thin.
The Pretty Lady
Once upon a time a big monk and a little monk were traveling together. They came to the bank of a river and found the bridge was damaged. They had to wade across the river. There was a pretty lady who was stuck at the damaged bridge and couldn’t cross the river. The big monk offered to carry her across the river on his back. The lady accepted. The little monk was shocked by the move of the big monk. ‘How can big brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid all intimacy with females?’ thought the little monk. But he kept quiet… The big monk carried the lady across the river and the small monk followed unhappily. When they crossed the river, the big monk let the lady down and they parted ways with her. All along the way for several miles, the little monk was very unhappy with the act of the big monk. He was making up all kinds of accusations about big monk in his head. This got him madder and madder. But he still kept quiet.. And the big monk had no inclination to explain his situation. Finally, at a rest point many hours later, the little monk could not stand it any further, he burst out angrily at the big monk. ‘How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you seize the first opportunity to touch a female, especially when she is very pretty? All your teachings to me make you a big hypocrite The big monk looked surprised and said, ‘I had put down the pretty lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still carrying her along?’
*This very old Chinese Zen story reflects the thinking of many people today. We encounter many unpleasant things in our life, they irritate us and they make us angry. Sometimes, they cause us a lot of hurt, sometimes they cause us to be bitter or jealous .. But like the little monk, we are not willing to let them go away.We keep on carrying the baggage of the ‘pretty lady’ with us.
* This story, taken from 1 of blogger note. I love reading his notes. And i think he knows that i read it all the time, and he always make sure he updates the note from time to time. This story is about what we human always feel and do. Am i right? i used to feel like that before. And after awhile, i just let it be, but then some people still bring it on even it was ages ago. We should learn something from this story. Hope this help.
A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. The turtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place. During the second year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last!
For about six months they cleaned the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed. After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell. He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned. The family consented and the little turtle left.
Three years passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years…six years… then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich. At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting, ‘See! I knew you wouldn’t wait. Now I am not going to go get the salt.’
[Some of us waste our time waiting for people to live up to our expectations. We are so concerned about what others are doing that we do not do anything ourselves.]
A farmer came into town and asked the owner of a restaurant if he could use a million frog legs. The restaurant owner was shocked and asked the man where he could get so many frog legs! The farmer replied, ‘There is a pond near my house that is full of frogs – millions of them. They all croak all night long and they are about to make me crazy!’ So the restaurant owner and the farmer made an agreement that the farmer would deliver frogs to the restaurant, five hundred at a time for the next several weeks.
The first week, the farmer returned to the restaurant looking rather sheepish, with two scrawny little frogs. The restaurant owner said, ‘Well…. where are all the frogs?’ The farmer said, ‘I was mistaken. There were only these two frogs in the pond. But they sure were making a lot of noise!’
[ Next time you hear somebody criticizing or making fun of you, remember, it's probably just a couple of noisy frogs. Also remember that problems always seem bigger in the dark. Have you ever laid in your bed at night worrying about things which seem almost overwhelming like a million frogs croaking? Chances are pretty good that when the morning comes, and you take a closer look, you'll wonder what all the fuss was about.]
p/s: New Note Again.
The Meaning of Apologies.
“Apologizing does not mean that you are wrong and the other one is right…It simply means that you value the relationship much more than your ego …”
The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Mpney was tight and he became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, This is for you Daddy. The father was embarrased by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
He spoke to her in a harsh manner, Don’t you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said: Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full. The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold or want more.
p/s: More Notes people!
“No one is in charge of your Happiness but YOU” ~ Paulo Coelho