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-Can I Borrow $25?-

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated,
to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON:'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD:'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man. 
SON:'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?' 
DAD:'That's none of your business.Why do you ask such a thing?'
SON:'I just want to know.Please tell me,how much do you make an hour?' 
DAD:'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.' 
SON:'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down! . 
SON:'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?' 
Dad:'If the only reason you asked that is so you can
         borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense,
         then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed.
         Think about why you are being so selfish.
          I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.' 

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. 
 
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think: 
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00  and he really didn't ask for money very often .The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. 

Dad:'Are you asleep, son?' 
Son:'No daddy, I'm awake'
Dad:'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you e! arlier'
Dad:'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.
         Here's the $25 you asked for.' 
(The little boy sat straight up, smiling.)
Son:'Oh, thank you daddy!'

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. 
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. 
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. 

Dad:'Why do you want more money if you already have some?'
Son:'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,'
Son:'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
         Please come home early tomorrow.
         I would like to have dinner with you.' 

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son,
and he begged for his forgiveness. 

-taken from original article-

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It's a short story i read couple days ago. Actually, i read it once before,

Auntie Catherine send me this email, i read it one more time,

found it's great as a reminder for us to take a break,

concern our family and friends more.

Yea...actually it is lame, forever and ever, i post this kind of thing,

but it's really important for u and me to take a few minutes, 

stop whatever we are doing, called your parents, brothers and sisters,

last time...hm...i think should be last year...

i seldom call my parents when i was at cheras,

my excuse 'no time, assignments too much..bla bla bla'

but don't since when, i called them quite often,

though sometimes din chat for long,

maybe just :'hey, ma/ba chai, where r u. wat r u doing...i just called to hear ur voice.'

it wouldn't take long, but i can feel they are happy.

For outstation friends, when is the last time u call u parent?

don't always wait them to called you.

ok la...i better stop now before i become a grandma...mumbling all the time,

see ya next post...

-A Goal For this Month-

Smart manage my usage of money!

RM150 from now to 30th april.

There's gonna tons of board and material needa buy,

and also extra rental

have to save my remain working money for those thing,

target: spend less than rm 7 per day, best if use only rm 5,

eat supper lesser, if hungry drink milo,

brunch eat at home if it's possible...

remember use smart...

without put loads on parents,

think before do anything.

now eat lesser, during may's holiday go back eat more!!

hahaha~~hopefully it works!

-蔡卓妍：妹妹-

妹妹 

主唱：Twins (蔡卓妍獨唱)
作曲：林天愛
作詞：李焯雄
編曲：嚴勵行

你沒說累揉着小腿 
笑說暫停歇一歇 
玻璃窗前這個景點 
我們重疊的臉 
想起有天我才幾歲 
你背着我走在外面 
陌生世界我卻感覺好安全 

你累不累都這些年 
身體也不如從前 
我走最前你在後面 
世界悄悄改變 
小學那年那高跟鞋 
工作的你并不腼腆 
你真的美專注的美 
我要像你我許願 

當時間 往今天再傾斜 
你又是爸爸 
又是我 虛構的姐姐 
可是當時間 一點點被偷竊 
雪落才發現 
責任有沒有 輕了一點 
寜願媽媽 你是妹妹 
愛玩就玩 有我照顧你 
可是媽媽 你愛皺着眉 
習慣的擔心我 


你累不累都這些年 
身體也不如從前 
我走最前你在後面 
就怕轉角不見 
我們之間無所不談 
就是沒說過我愛你 
也許這次當你聽見 
你會笑了又皺眉

當時間 往今天再傾斜 
你又是爸爸 
又是我 虛構的姐姐 
可是當時間 一點點被偷竊 
雪落才發現 
責任有沒有 輕了一點 
寜願媽媽 你是妹妹 
愛玩就玩 有我照顧你
可是媽媽你不必再是誰 
多寵愛你自己才美

-溫嵐：同手同腳-

溫嵐-同手同腳

還記得 小小年紀
松開我的手迷失的你
在人群里 看見你一邊哭泣 手還握著冰淇淋
有時候 難過生氣
你總有辦法逗我開心
依然清晰 回憶里那些曾經有笑有淚的光陰
我們的生命先后順序 在同個溫室里
也是存在在這個世界 唯一的唯一
未來的每一步一腳印
踏著彼此夢想前進
路上偶爾風吹雨淋
也要握緊你的手心
未來的每一步一腳印
相知相惜相依為命
別忘記之間的約定
我會永遠在你身邊陪著你！

還記得 小小年紀
松開我的手迷失的你
在人群里 看見你一邊哭泣 手還握著冰淇淋
有時候 難過生氣
你總有辦法逗我開心
依然清晰 回憶里那些曾經有笑有淚的光陰
我們的生命先后順序 在同個溫室里
也是存在在這個世界 唯一的唯一
未來的每一步一腳印
踏著彼此夢想前進
路上偶爾風吹雨淋
也要握緊你的手心
未來的每一步一腳印
相知相惜相依為命
別忘記彼此的約定
我會永遠在你身邊陪著你！
OH..
未來的每一步一腳印
踏著彼此夢想前進
路上偶爾風吹雨淋
也要握緊你的手心
未來的每一步一腳印
相知相惜相依為命
別忘記彼此的約定
我會永遠在你身邊陪著你！

現在我唱的這首歌曲
給我最親愛的弟弟
在我未來生命之旅
要和你同手同腳同走下去

-时光备忘录-

给未来的自己，

虽然未来是那么地可能无限大，

你也许不会来整理这个部落各，

但总希望你能看见这一篇，

特意为你而写下的文章.

给未来的自己，

无论以后你生活是有多么地忙，

希望你会花点时间在这部落各，

记载你生活中的点点滴滴，

让它成为你独特的日志.

给未来的自己，

在你看到这篇文章时，

用心想一想，

你是否好久没回家，

你可有常关心那值得疼爱的父母，

无论工作多么忙多么苦，

别忘了，

小心“子欲养而亲不在”.

给未来的自己，

无论你会否是富裕或贫穷，

别忘了姐姐与妹妹的关心，

千万别因个人利益，

变得好像你的某某親友，

见利忘义和感情疏远,

无论多忙，

一定要记得我们小时的约定.

给未来的自己，

当你迷失在纸醉金迷的现实中，

希望你能看看这文章，

记住你在写这篇文章时，

答应过自己，

当你生活可以有安稳的享受时，

必定要抽出时间做做社工，

回报上帝的恩惠.

-Imeem Shut Down??-

Couple days ago,i found tat my imeem's widget not running anymore,

so go to the imeem official website to check out wat's going on,

yet, three different web browsers also show the same thing,

'address doesn't exist',

wat the hell....i had been consume it for years,

it's impossible...so i check some forums,

found that it faces financial difficulty,

yea...another victim of Financial Crisis...

some ppl claim that it's not shut down...just want new labels deals,

hm...i dunno wat the hack is it...

all i wish is it can back to normal asap...as it really good.

-原来我拥有太多的幸福-

老婆婆正努力卖纸皮，为生活。

看到了吗？满足。单单个包子就让他们幸福...

为生活，努力着，劳力着，只能换来泪水吗？

即使苦，纵然穷，也能拥有爱..简单的动作，无尽的爱，

公平吗？同样只是小孩，却有着不同的童年..

你的学校不好？冷气不够？那他们呢?

家务很累吗？耕田何止家务般夺汗与力...

studio 太小？ 他们的“很大”呢...

她手中的洗衣粉袋就是她的书包，寒酸，但她开心笑了，

让人红了眼眶的微笑...

这就是他们的童年...

谁说老了就能享清福？

婆婆，你累了吗？

1000m 的路程 + 近白kg的矿= 1块钱

谁说掉在地下食物不能吃？

让人心痛的手交手..

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原来我一直拥有好多好多的幸福，

就像氧气一样，

包围着，被忽略着，

凭什么，

我抱怨着某某已经过时了，

当他人只能把别人不要的，

当作至宝地珍惜着.

凭什么，

我埋怨着工作太沉重，

当他人为了赚丁点生活费，

日夜不计地劳累着.

凭什么，

我厌烦着经常吃相似的东西，

当他人为了那天不用挨饿，

开心了老半天.

感谢主，你赐给我的幸福，

那就是无私付出的爸爸与妈妈，

我才得以安适的生活着，

他们劳累，为了生活，

更为我们三姐妹的未来，

我真的有珍惜吗？

为何还如此不懂事，

来得及吗？

用心地回报他们,

挚爱的爸仔，妈仔，和可爱的姐姐与妹妹，

谢谢你们能够成为我的避风港.

p/s:有人说，“FAMILY” 代表Father and Mother，I Love You.

-Photoshop's Power-

Hm...I think i really have to learn how to use photoshop asap,

cause it's really powerful,though.

really amazing to change the whole face appearance, gosh,

this story tells us, never think/want date your internet-pal,

cause maybe you wait at shopping center for whole life,

waiting that "beautiful" friend who not really exist,

and then sad for days cause your internet-pal broke his/her promise,

didn't appear for the date while he/she actually already

stand beside you for hours.

-A story to share with you all-

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents
plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a
handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I
stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discoveredabout the stolen
money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a
bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned,
too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine,
if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped
father's hand and
said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's
back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother
until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and
scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now.
What other embarrassing things will you be
possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless
thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds
from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the
night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with
his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has
happened."

i still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did
Yearsgone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I
will never forget my brother's __expression when he protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my
brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an
upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted
into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard,
smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good
results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What
is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that time, my
brother walked out, he stood in front
of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have
read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a
spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the
streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished yourstudy!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow
money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen
face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not
be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the
university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left
the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He
sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting
into a university is not easy. I will go find a joband I will send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.
Thatyear, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father
borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from
carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to
get to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told
me,"There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His
whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why
did you not tell my roommate that you are mybrother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if
they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt
so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my
brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't care
what peoplewould say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair
and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you
should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my
brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that
the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.
The house wasscrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in
front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning
the house!" But she told me with a smile,"

It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see
the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."
I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like
there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it
hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the
construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not
stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned
my back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got
married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to
come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the
village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He
said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of
mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to
accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my
brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead
for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he
got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited
him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,
"Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do
something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You ar suffering a serious
injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of
brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and
would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My
husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in
education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said
and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30
years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the
wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one
person you respect and love the most?"

Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He continued
by telling a story I could not even remember.
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.
Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home.
One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.
She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her
hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even
hold her chopsticks.

From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my
sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All
guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my
whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this
happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face
again.

-Original article from email-

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I just got back from school, after a presentation,

how is the presentation? hm...not good. 

almost all of us kena tembak..haha..

anyway, mr. david is a good conceptual designer,

just a little prattle...

As usual, reached home, sign in for mailbox,

check mails. This is an email sent by auntie catherine,

a nice auntie in australia.

I think it is a good story to share with you all,

maybe it's lame for sharing this kind of article instead of 

latest entertainment stuff,

but i really think it worth couple minutes to peruse,

Thanks to god,

i have also sisters who really treat me as nice as the 'brother'

in the article.

My warm, sweet sinn chai and cute little princess b chai,

In my family, we called each other's name followed by "chai"  behind it,

"chai" in chinese mean small, young... So i called my dad, ba chai.

my mum, ma chai, my eldest sis, sinn chai (most of the time, my younger

sis called her "fei" -means fat in chinese Sinn), my younger sister called b chai,

hm...i think i'm kinda out of topic edi...ok, let's get back to the track,

Sinn chai is the one whom i will first looking for when i get in trouble,

haha, she is really pretty, since we are kid, my parents always not with us,

as they need to work, my sis will be our guardian,

bring us to eat at food stall near by the house,

when she was only five years old.

Cool, huh?

I always fight with b chai last time,

sinn chai support me most of the time,

I remember one fight with b chai, 

we fight for a table lamp,

yea...ok, i know u think we were childish,

kids is like that for usual.

Usually, i will lost in the fight with b chai,

b chai successfully 'rampas' my table lamp,

refuse to give me back with some unknown reasons,

so, i cried. Sinn chai heard my voice, take the lamp back,

and scold b chai until she cried. And then i go pujuk b chai,

and give the table lamp for her. I'm really useless,

fight like crazy, but can't tahan her tears.

Actually when we were kids, we dislike sinn chai,

Why? cause she was our little guardian when parents not around,

and she would report to parents when we were naughty.

But when we growth up, we know, she is a really good and caring sis,

she is smart in everything, but sometimes blur with her own stuff,

my cute sweet sinn chai....

anway, actually my younger sis also a caring gal,

she changed a lot, became more considerate,

everytime if i was angry o sad, she will come to me,

maybe draw some "beautiful" comic to cheer me,

when she made me angry,

sometimes she was the first one whom

will smooth my sadness when my parents scold me,

Thanks to god, for sister like them.