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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Thursday, January 28, 2010
To Forgive? Or not to ? Haiz. I still can't.  “It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.” Labels: Personal Life Events. Monday, January 25, 2010
Just.  "LOVE IS A SMALL STAGE OF SUICIDE, Yet a wonderful thing to have." Monday, January 18, 2010
Everyone is special, my friend. There's a basic human weakness inherent in all people which tempts them to want what they can't have and not want what is readily available to them. Only a kind person is able to judge another justly and to make allowances for his weaknesses. A kind eye, while recognising defects, sees beyond them. So let us begin anew, remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. The greatest weakness of all is the great fear of appearing weak. If you think a weakness can be turned into a strength, I hate to tell you this, but that's another weakness. The morality of compromise sounds contradictory. Compromise is usually a sign of weakness, or an admission of defeat. Strong men don't compromise, it is said, and principles should never be compromised as our strength grows out of our weaknesses. Every age, every culture, every custom and tradition has its own character, its own weakness and its own strength, its beauties and cruelties, it accepts certain sufferings as matters of course, puts up patiently with certain evils. Human life is reduced. And Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character. We all have ability. The difference is how we use it. We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee. You're the only one who can make the difference. Whatever your dream is, go for it. Labels: Personal Life Events. Saturday, January 9, 2010
Label as? Im Confused. We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness. It breaks my heart, it makes me sad to think of all the times we had. You made me laugh and you made me cry. And all that I can do is sigh and wonder why. The day you betrayed my trust was the day that I lost all my trust for you. I believed that you would take care of my heart and that's why I left it with you. Well, I am taking it back because at this very moment I can't trust you with my heart in fear that you will hurt me once more. Thanks buddy. Sunday, January 3, 2010
A box full of kisses.  The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this. Labels: Personal Life Events. Friday, January 1, 2010
This is how life goes on. A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out. Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact. But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. Every man dies. Not every man really lives.Everything has been figured out, except how to live. Everything in life is luck. Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist .God writes a lot of comedy... the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny. I love life because what more is there. Labels: Personal Life Events. |
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A dream that is so beautiful,
and wish that i could never wake up. |
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