Sunday, 27 January 2013

A nail

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily, gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said “you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.” You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there. Make sure you control your temper the next time you are tempted to say something you will regret later.

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Foods (Penang)



Foods at Penang:
Asam Laksa
Dim Sum-->
 Chicken Rice
Roasted Pork Rice-->
  Chaw Kuew Teow
Ice Kacang Special-->
 Coconut Jelly
Curry Mee-->
 Durian
Chaw Kuew Teow-->
 Kon Low Mee
Roasted Duck-->
 3 Layer Milk Tea
Mixed Roasted Pork-->
Loh Bak
Milk Tea-->

Self Control


Do you distract by something?

Love

Love doesn't need to be perfect,
It just needs to be true.

Saturday, 19 January 2013

心情

又来到最后的几天.
时间过得真的很快很快.
自己都做了差不多三个月的工.
天天早早起身,
迟迟回家啊,都习惯了.

不知道几时才能有自己的时间.
自己的天空,
还有自己要的东西.

好心情,好~

Friday, 18 January 2013

Bali (What should we do?)


Want to Go!

  • Night life at Kuta
  • Pura Penataran Sasih
  • nusa dua beach-five religion-lunch-padang" beach-blue point
  • uluwatu temple
  • sukawati-tegal lalang-kintamani volcano-tirta empul temple
  • coffee farm-ubud area(palace n market)
  • Krisna handycraft
  • Ulun Danu Temple
  • lake beratan-pacung hill
  • Jalan Legian, Kuta & Discovery Mall

What to eat!
  • Ibu Oka Babi Guling
  • Bebek Bengil (Dirty Duck Diner)
  • Lia Cafe
  • Poppie Restaurant

Where to stay!
  • First day- Kuta 
  • Second day- Ubud

Saturday, 12 January 2013

无言

要自由,没烦恼,还要活得很高兴.
只是说,其实很简单.
却很难做得到.
人往往就是这样,就是想那么多.
有的,没的,都要去想吧.

有了,但油要想更好的.
没有了,又要想去得到,
就算自己没能力,还是没可能得到,
都会经能力去得到那样东西吧.

无言,无言的我.
世界就是这样吗?
还是人大了,想的东西也变了.
有要求了,比小时候的自己复杂了吧.

不知道几时变成这样.
想要回到过去.

完...

Friday, 11 January 2013

不懂要怎样啊

今天不开心,
心理有东西要说但是不知道跟谁说.
他还是她?
讲了,我怕他们担心我.
因为,早上起来就想到又是星期五了.
今天明天后天又要一个人过.
海~

还以为回到公司有好消息,
却让我失望了吧.
工很多但是收获很少.
有公平吗?
我不觉得咯.

要怎样?
我想要多不是少,有理由的多.

失望了吧~

Thursday, 10 January 2013

人就是不喜欢爱他的那个人,
偏偏要爱上不爱自己的人。

 有些人会讲因为要向高难度挑战。
 但是到最后都做错决定。

For love one.

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. ♥

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Angry Bird Space


Waits for it...

Give you a surprise...

:)

日记

Time flies so fast,
2010~
2011~
2012~
and now 2013~

I hope time can faster and faster but the matter can stop and remain no changes like last time.

Roti Balak, I'm not sure how it is cooked.
I only knew it is tasty.
Once taste, I love it and my friend too.
So, Roti Balak... Roti Balak...
I love Roti Balak.


Saturday, 5 January 2013

Myself

I

+

You

Happy

Means

Everything...



Thought

Turnaround time...
Don't let your's brain or mine's brain to work without control.
Because it can be very dangerous and it will think something not correct.
Control it and be yourself.

Be myself and be whatever in the correct path.
Actually, people is not easy get down.
It can be happens when you are in a wrong direction.
So, a correct and right pathway will bring you happiness.

No people will be sad when they know what is correct for themselves.
Love, Friendship, Leadership, Membership or anything.

As a try, as a learning session to be the best.
A moment and a minute can changed your thought.

No nothing, No sad and be yourself.

Life is easy, Life is happiness and no darkness.
The only darkness will be created by your own.
So, we should get out from the darkness in a moment time with a thought.

Give up of thinking too much,
But don't give up for getting happiness.
Because Happy can bring you the Best Life.

[FOOD] Sola Fish Market Korean Cuisine

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