The Carpenter

An elderly Carpenter was ready to retire. He told his Employer-Contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.
The Contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The Carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.

When the Carpenter finished his work the builder came to inspect the house, the Contractor handed the front-door key to the Carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you."

What a shock! What a shame! If he had only know he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to live in the home he had built none to well.

So it is with us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized, we would have done it differently.

Think of yourself as the Carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity. The plaque on the wall says, "Life is a do-it-yourself project."

Who could say it more clearly? Your life today is the result of your attitudes and choices in the past. Your life tommorrow will be the result of your attitudes and choices you make today.

Life is a matter of choices. Sometimes when your life sucks, you have to look back and reflect on the choices you had made thus far. When you cannot find an answer, it just mean that your life is meant to be like that, meaningless and useless. What's the use of a life if it exists on Earth just for the sake of existing?

No goals in life, no destination in your journey. Life is indeed sad.

-End- T.T

Think life's screwed? Think again.

Life is sad.

When your very own guiding lights fade out, who are you to turn to?
Yet the worse is to have those guiding lights turn into fires and burn you. How does it feel?
People craves what they desire, but you can never force upon them what they do not want to do or is out of their reach.

A lot of things is going through my head since today. My mind is being flooded with haunting memories. Memories which i'd thought i have forsaken, sealed off in the bottom reaches of my mind. Today jolted back everything. I can still remember those fleeting emotions which had plagued me for at least 3 years.

When the floodgates opened, every bit of emotions came back to me. I remembered. It hurts.

It really hurts. Those are not minor feelings that you can throw away. What you said back then will not just go away so easily.

Why can't they understand?
Why don't they try?

Sure. They are doing this for the sake of us.
But in that state, who can say for sure, what they are trying to do?
Forcing us onto the wrong side is not how it works.
The pain won't go away.

Life is indeed sad.

If i could erase my memories
If only
If

The Boy Behind the Wall

Emotions are a dangerous thing. They're like little children, innocent and naive. And when we're in love for the first time, they run wild like children in the park on a Sunday afternoon, full of energy and vigor, boundless and unrestrained.

But if a little girl was to fall, a bad fall, no one sees this poor girl. She looks up at the other children and hears their laughter. She cries as all little girls do but she stops after awhile, not wanting to dampen the other children’s' happiness. So she sits and waits, hoping for someone to help her up.

A boy came and offered his hand; she began to smile as the sadness of a child never lasts long. She takes his hand and they take a few tentative steps, but as she began to put her weight on him the boy let go and she crumpled onto the grass again. The boy laughed, for he was only a bully.

The little girl was sad, but somewhere inside her she knew it was too good to be true and shrugged it off. She rested for awhile, then limped painfully towards a tree and sat in the shade. She’s tired now and her leg hurts too much, she doesn’t want to run around in the park anymore.

The day went on and although she was still hurting, she no longer cried, just rested and waited for the pain in her leg to subside. Indeed after awhile she feels much better. She thinks she’s completely recovered. She stands up but as she tried to take a few steps on her own she crumpled like a rag doll. The little girl realizes her leg is broken. So she sits under the tree and watches the other children play. She saw some of them trip and fall and remembers her own pain. She thinks to herself, "how dangerous it is to run around the park without control or restrain...” She decides to build a wall around herself. She never wants to get hurt again.

She sits in her brick wall alone with her thoughts. She wonders when she'll dare to run again, from time to time she would sit on the wall and swing her legs, trying to enjoy herself and contemplating whether she had the courage to run again. Some children came along to encourage her but each time she came close to jumping off the wall back into the playground, the memory of her fall would return and she would retreat to the inner sanctity of her tiny fortress.

So there she hid, till one day she heard some scraping noises, as if someone else was building a wall. She peered over her wall and true enough there was a little boy, building his own wall, sadness in his eyes. She wondered if he had fallen just like her, while he was running careless and free. She watches the boy complete the wall and when he did so, he peered curiously at her before disappearing behind his own wall. The little girl wondered what the boy was thinking and one day the boy called out to her from behind his wall and she replies from behind her wall.

They begin to talk, in small muffled voices at first, and then clearer, as each of them removed a brick from their respective walls. Soon they became friends, and his voice was a comfort to her. But each time she removed a new brick, the light which flooded her hiding place frightened her and she was tempted to replace it. But also, with each new brick she removed, the sounds of the other children’s laughter enticed her and she realized she wanted to run like before. But not alone lest she fall again. She wondered if the boy felt the same and thought about what she would do if the boy asked her to run with him. Again.

-End- (O'.')=O

The 15th Post

I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.

I define comfort as self-acceptance. When we finally learn that self-care begins and ends with ourselves, we no longer demand sustenance and happiness from others.

Only the hand that erases can write the real thing. Only the ones who had lied can tell the difference between truth and lies.

September tries its best to have us forget summer. The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.

Before you do anything, think. If you do something to try and impress someone, to be loved, accepted or even to get someone's attention, stop and think. So many people are busy trying to create an image, they die in the process. No matter how old you are, there's always something good to look forward to.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

You cannot be friends upon any other terms than upon the terms of equality.
It's much easier to turn a friendship into love, than love into friendship.
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.
There is nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.

It's what each of us sows, and how, that gives to us character and prestige. Seeds of kindness, goodwill, and human understanding, planted in fertile soil, spring up into deathless friendships, big deeds of worth, and a memory that will not soon fade. . . .

Each day. Each moment. Each second. Each hour. The feeling of being so alone, makes the world feel big. Isn't it ironic?

People crave for love each day. There are those who seek it, and those who wait for nature to take it's due course. However, can they be certain love brings them happiness? Loving families, siblings, friends, relationships, do they make a difference? What would one do, when one day, they found out that it wasn't what they have been searching for? In the end, a world devoid of any feelings serves the best for progress. No longer will we be hindered by the desire and burden of love. What do we want actually?

-End- (O'.')=O

Blog song lyrics

Prayer~You Raise Me Up

Vocals: Lena Park
Original Lyrics: Brendan Graham
Japanese Lyrics: Okachimachi Kaito
Composition: Rolf Løvland

In the depths of my teared-up eyes
There’s your unchanging figure
“Where will the world continue to?”
Are the words from the days have ceased

On the freezing, stormy nights
I continue to go toward the still unseen you, too
Tell me, oh the wind that spreads across the ocean
Prayers surpass time

Across the hazy horizon
There’s the episode of stars that can sleep
“There’s no unending night,”
The sin from that day laughs

I embrace the trembling you
And gaze up at the unreachable void
I hear the bell that illuminates the darkness
The road that goes to you is far

On the freezing, stormy nights
I continue to go toward the still unseen you, too
Tell me, oh the wind that spreads across the ocean
Prayers surpass time

On the freezing, stormy nights
I continue to go toward the still unseen you, too
Tell me, oh the wind that spreads across the ocean
Prayers surpass time

Prayers surpass time

Japanese Text

祈り～You Raise Me Up
歌: Lena Park

うるんだ瞳の奥に
変わらぬ君の姿
「どこまで世界は続くの」
途絶えた日々の言葉

凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて　海渡る風
祈りは時を越える

霞んだ地平の向こうに
眠れる星の挿話
「明けない夜はないよ」と
あの日の罪が笑う

震える君を抱き寄せ
届かぬ虚空を仰ぐ
聴こえる 闇照らす鐘
君へと道は遠く

凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて　海渡る風
祈りは時を越える

凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて　海渡る風
祈りは時を越える

祈りは時を越える

-End- (O'.')=O

The 14th Post

Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.

~

Love does not claim possession,
but gives freedom.

~

Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.

~
Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.
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有一个女孩子，小的时候腿不利索，常年只能坐在门口看别的孩子玩，很寂寞。
　 　　
有一年的夏天，邻居家的城里亲威来玩，带来了他们的小孩，一个比女孩大五岁的男孩。因为年龄都小的关系，男孩和附近的小孩很快打成了一片，跟他们一起上山下河，一样晒得很黑，笑得很开心，不同的是，他不会说粗话，而且，他注意到了一个不会走路的小姑娘。男孩第一个把捉到的蜻蜓放在女孩的手心，第一个把女孩背到了河边，第一个对着女孩讲起了故事，第一个告诉她她的腿是可以治好的。第一个，仔细想来，也是最后一个。
　 　　
女孩难得地有了笑容夏天要结束的时候，男孩一家人要离开了。女孩眼泪汪汪地来送，在他耳边小声地说：“我治好腿以后，嫁给你好吗？”男孩点点头。 　 　　

一转眼，二十年过去了。男孩由一个天真的孩子长成了成熟的男人。他开一间咖啡店，有了一个未婚妻，生活很普通也很平静。有一天，他接到一个电话，一个女子细细的声音说她的腿好了，她来到了这个城市。一时间，他甚至想不起她是谁。他早已忘记了童年某个夏天的故事，忘记了那个脸色苍白的小女孩，更忘记了一个孩子善良的承诺。

可是，他还是收留了她，让她在店里帮忙。他发现，她几乎是终日沉默的。
　　 　　
可是他没有时间关心她，他的未婚妻怀上了不是他的孩子。他羞愤交加，扔掉了所有准备结婚用的东西，日日酗酒，变得狂暴易怒，连家人都疏远了他，生意更是无心打理，不久，他就大病一场。

这段时间里，她一直守在他身边，照顾他，容忍他酒醉时的打骂，更独立撑着那片摇摇欲坠的小店。她学到了很多东西，也累得骨瘦如柴，可眼里，总跳跃着两点神采。 　　 　

半年之后，他终于康复了。面对她做的一切，只有感激。他把店送给她，她执意不要，他只好宣布她是一半的老板。在她的帮助下，他又慢慢振作了精神，他把她当做是至交的好友，掏心掏腹地对她倾诉，她依然是沉默地听着。 　　 　　

他不懂她在想什么，他只是需要一个耐心的听众而已。 　　 　　

这样又过了几年，他也交了几个女朋友，都不长。他找不到感觉了。她也是，一直独身。他发现她其实是很素雅的，风韵天成，不乏追求者。他笑她心高，她只是笑笑。 　　 　　

终有一天，他厌倦了自己平静的状态，决定出去走走。拿到护照之前，他把店里的一切正式交给了她。这一次，她没再反对，只是说，为他保管，等他回来。 　　

在异乡飘泊的日子很苦，可是在这苦中，他却找到了开宽的眼界和胸怀。过去种种悲苦都云淡风清，他忽然发现，无论疾病或健康，贫穷或富裕，如意或不如意，真正陪在他身边的，只有她。他行踪无定，她的信却总是跟在身后，只字片言，轻轻淡淡，却一直觉着温暖。他想是时候回去了。 　　 　　

回到家的时候他为她的良苦用心而感动。无论是家里还是店里，他的东西他的位置都一直好好保存着，仿佛随时等着他回来。他大声叫唤她的名字，却无人应答。 　 　　

店里换了新主管，他告诉他，她因积劳成疾去世已半年了。按她的吩咐，他一直叫专人注意他的行踪，把她留下的几百封信一一寄出，为他管理店里的事，为他收拾房子，等他回来。 　 　　

他把她的遗物交给他，一个蜻蜓的标本，还有一卷录音带，是她的临终遗言。 　 　　

带子里只有她回光返照时宛如少女般的轻语: “我……嫁给你……好吗？……”
　 　　
抛去二十七年的岁月，他像孩子一样嚎啕大哭起来。 　 　　

没有人知道，有时候，一个女人要用她的一生来说这样一句简单的话……


When the whole world crashes down on you, push it up yourself.
When everything seems hopeless, hope for it yourself.
For there is nothing in this world, you cannot do by yourself.

People are selfish, not selfless.
They are practical, not sympathetic.

Welcome to my world.

-End- (O'.')=O

An Extract..

Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.

Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.

Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.

What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?

If love isn't a game, why are there so many players?

Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.

You can only go as far as you push!

Actions speak louder than words.

The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.
Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.

Life's short.

If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.
A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.

Some people make the world special by just being in it.

Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us.

When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.
True friendship never ends.

Friends are forever.

Good friends are like stars....you don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

Everything is okay in the end.

If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart.

Before everything is too late, take the moment now to cherish whatever you hold dear to your heart and soul.

As Optimus Prime so famously said :' Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.'

Choose to live wisely. Choose to remember. Choose to cherish.

-End- (O'.')=O

My 13th Post

Well, it has been really long since i last updated. Just thought i will update it now while i still have the time. For the past few weeks, even though i attempted to study, i still felt that the results will be the same regardless. From Maths that day till Physics on thursday, i have absolute confidence that i can pass none. So seriously screwed up is my papers that i have consider the possibility of not going for the rest anymore. While some of my classmates are rejoicing over how easy the papers are, i was comtemplating suicide. Easy papers? Right.

These few weeks has also brought about the return of my gastric. I have to suffer the pain every morning and still cannot do anything about it. I know is a psychological problem, yet i cannot bring myself to face it. The longer i take to face it, the worser the problem is becoming. To think that yesterday, when all my papers are still not finished, i even went out to LAN with my friends. Not that it was not worth it, we managed to own a group of friends there as well. The feeling of seeing their faces when they lost to us was in a way, satisfying. Now i sound like a crazy maniac. It's a side effect from an illness known as MYE. Hopefully by next week, i would have recovered from it.

If everyone in the world has the chance to pick another life, what will they choose? Will they choose a life they desire? Or will they want a life that guarantee comforts through the rest of their lifetime? For me, i would not choose any. Cause mine is already screwed up enough. I have little ambitions, little dreams. All i want now, is to get through MYE. Yet, that still seems quite far away from my hands. So what will it be? Will i screw up badly? Or will i screw up to the point of no return. Principal's office awaits.

-End- T.T