Personal Messages

Come to think of it, my blog has no date in the beginning of each blog entry. Why is that so?

Personal Messages huh. Ha...Hmmm..

That's calling for another project (scratching head) Is that possible?

Wait and we will see.
Till then.

Wishing all a happy weekdays.
Work hard everyone.

Bamboo

For You Only.

Why "For You Only"?
Everyone's unique.
It's tailor-made.
Specially for you only.

Bamboo

Wind So Strong

Today I had a quiet lunch, all by myself. As usual, I walked out and down the street as quick as I could, finally around the bend, suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind. Oh I thought, it could help me to reach my destination even faster. Holding on to my squeaking tummy, I hurriedly rush to my favourite stall, located within walking distance somewhere in between to my home.

I placed my order, and sat right in front of the giant tv that was mounted on the wall. The kopitiam was full of working adults at that time (Oh yeah, I am still a little bit younger than most of those uncles and aunties sitting beside me) so I used up the time with pleasure. I looked around, quietly observing how others gushed down their share of foods ferociusly to beat the jam later on while still could afford to scream their lungs out to each other in the busy shop.

I waited and waited, and ocassionaly the aunty Xiao Mei who saw me gazing at her stall thinking when would be my turn to try her specialty, she returned with a hand signal, I supposed it would be coming in no time.

I waited and waited, still not yet my turn lo, so I watched the TV instead. Alamak, Shuang Xing Channel la. Those who like the Taiwanese soap opera, this could be the moment, but not me.

When I looked around another time, I realised there were less people already. Only then I realised I have spent half an hour of waiting for my fav' meal to arrive. Why the wait, you may ask? Come to think of it, it goes back to when the shop was first opened in , ahem.. 1990 ah?

Around there la, 1990, wow time flies! It only cost a mere RM1.50 in those days, happy days. From RM1.50 it went to RM1.80, then RM2. At the time when Nandos came about, this fav' meal of mine shot up to RM2.50, a BIG jump! A 50 cents increase was a hoo-haa those days, anyway, you also want an increase in your annual income too, don't you?

Then later on, it jumped to RM2.80, then RM3, RM3.30 and finally today RM4.

HOWEVER, being a loyal customer and having the family loyalty discount card (my face la), i get 50 cents discount leh.. Ahem.. a real big Hoo-Haa for me nowadays..

As I 'imbas kembali' the good old times, suddenly my fav' meal appeared in front of my eyes, yum-yum, yummy, the Aunty Xiao Mei gave me so much of this, and that, a bit of those, and a lot of vege, yum-yum, yummy (Sorry, no pic taken, not so high tech yet).

Finally on my way back to office, there was another strong gust of wind, and I think you could guess what happened. For those who were still in doubt, i reached office faster than usual.

Bamboo.

Count all the things you have that money can't buy..

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 ofevery 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 detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band – he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks 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 beside 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."

Epilogue:"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"

A Lesson from the Chinese Bamboo Tree

You take a little seed, plant it, water it,
and fertilise it for a whole year, and nothing happens.

The second year you water it and fertilise it,
and nothing happens.

The third year you water it and fertilise it,
and nothing happens.

How discouraging this becomes!

The fourth year you water it and fertilise it,
and nothing happens.

This is very frustrating!

The fifth year you continue to water and fertilise the seed and then... take note.

Sometime during the fifth year, the Chinese bamboo tree sprouts and grows NINETY FEET IN SIX WEEKS!

Life is much akin to the growing process of the Chinese bamboo tree.

It is often discouraging. We seemingly do things right, and nothing happens.

But for those who do things right
and are not discouraged
and are persistent, things will happen.

Finally we begin to receive the rewards.

Do you agree?

My Friend

You taught me the courage,
That life’s not just being fake or hate,
That life’s something to be made,
No matter how I expatiate,
It’s impossible to tell you,
How much in you that I appreciate.

Bamboo.