看来我要暂别这里一阵子了
不知道什么时候才能飘回来
应该不久吧?
我应该不能忍受没得上网的日子的~~
呵呵.........
不知道什么时候才能飘回来
应该不久吧?
我应该不能忍受没得上网的日子的~~
呵呵.........
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Heart & Soul
Here's the story goes......
A wealthy man and his only son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works they had accumulated.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war.He was very courageous and died while trying to rescue another soldier. The father was notified and he grieved deeply for his son.
About a month later, just before Chrismas, there was a knock on the door. A young man was standing there, with a large package in his hands. He said:"Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day...he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art."
The young man held out the package."I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. Inside was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured his personality in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes of his son that his own welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.
"Oh, no sir. I could never repay what your son did for me. It'a a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time he had visitors, he would show them the portrait of his son, before showing any of the other works he had collected.
The man died a few months into the new year. Soon after that, there was to be a big auction of his collected paintings. Many influential people gathered for the event, excited about viewing his collection and getting the opportunity to purchase one or two pieces for themselves.
On the auction platform sat the painting of he son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel.
"We will start the bidding with this picture. Who will bid for it?"
There was a silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted,"We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted:"Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding?$100?$200?"
Another voice cried out angrily."We didn't come to see this! We want to see the Van Goghs and Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
Still, the auctioneer continued,"The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the long-time gardener of the man and his son."I'll give $10 for the painting."It was all he could afford.
"We have $10. Now who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid. Won't someone offer $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel."Going once, twice...SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting in the second row shouted," Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel and said, "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I'm sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. And whoever bought it would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings by the masters. The man who took the son gets everything!"
That's it. In the eyes of the world, the name and the price are the worth. But often, we do cast the most valueble thing aside because of its true.
A wealthy man and his only son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works they had accumulated.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war.He was very courageous and died while trying to rescue another soldier. The father was notified and he grieved deeply for his son.
About a month later, just before Chrismas, there was a knock on the door. A young man was standing there, with a large package in his hands. He said:"Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day...he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art."
The young man held out the package."I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. Inside was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured his personality in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes of his son that his own welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.
"Oh, no sir. I could never repay what your son did for me. It'a a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time he had visitors, he would show them the portrait of his son, before showing any of the other works he had collected.
The man died a few months into the new year. Soon after that, there was to be a big auction of his collected paintings. Many influential people gathered for the event, excited about viewing his collection and getting the opportunity to purchase one or two pieces for themselves.
On the auction platform sat the painting of he son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel.
"We will start the bidding with this picture. Who will bid for it?"
There was a silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted,"We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted:"Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding?$100?$200?"
Another voice cried out angrily."We didn't come to see this! We want to see the Van Goghs and Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
Still, the auctioneer continued,"The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the long-time gardener of the man and his son."I'll give $10 for the painting."It was all he could afford.
"We have $10. Now who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid. Won't someone offer $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel."Going once, twice...SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting in the second row shouted," Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel and said, "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I'm sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. And whoever bought it would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings by the masters. The man who took the son gets everything!"
That's it. In the eyes of the world, the name and the price are the worth. But often, we do cast the most valueble thing aside because of its true.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
生日过了
嗬嗬，生日终于过了，今年虽然没受到什么礼物，可是却收到很多ＳＭＳ,感觉比收到礼物更开心咧！其实礼物不是最重要，有那份心意，已经很足够啦！更何况我只是个无名小卒！一大早就和朋友去处“庆祝”了，进了生平第一次进的sushi king，看了如果爱，到苏格兰享受一下，最兴奋的莫过于突然心血来潮终于提起勇气拜访一直很想念的英文补习老师--Gordon.笑死人，我们3个竟然不敢上去打招呼，在楼梯间拉拉扯扯的拖了10分钟才“终于”有我推门而入....
我: Hi, Sir!
Sir : Eei, don't u greet me with bad word!
我: hehe....u still rmb us anot?
%$^$%&^%*&*
要走了..
我们 : bye sir !
Sir进了去又出回来对着阿谢说
if u wait for me 5 more minutes i'll kiss u !
谢: 啊~~~~~~~~~~`
急急下楼,他还是那么老当益壮噢！70多岁人了还那么“色”，真有他的！他好像还比以前更年轻了哟！不知是不是没有我们这班冬瓜在旁边气他咧？以前每次我们不会回答问题时，他就会说：“i can go back my house kiss my wife and come back ! "那个徐伟杰就会答他：“u can back after DO it..."你说吧，哪里有降变态的老师的？可是他就是那么...让人又爱又恨！嗬嗬~~
我: Hi, Sir!
Sir : Eei, don't u greet me with bad word!
我: hehe....u still rmb us anot?
%$^$%&^%*&*
要走了..
我们 : bye sir !
Sir进了去又出回来对着阿谢说
if u wait for me 5 more minutes i'll kiss u !
谢: 啊~~~~~~~~~~`
急急下楼,他还是那么老当益壮噢！70多岁人了还那么“色”，真有他的！他好像还比以前更年轻了哟！不知是不是没有我们这班冬瓜在旁边气他咧？以前每次我们不会回答问题时，他就会说：“i can go back my house kiss my wife and come back ! "那个徐伟杰就会答他：“u can back after DO it..."你说吧，哪里有降变态的老师的？可是他就是那么...让人又爱又恨！嗬嗬~~
Friday, December 16, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
呵呵~~~生日快到了~~
我不得不承认我还真适合当乐天派的代言人(那是客套话,庸俗的说法称之为"白痴",但我是现代人,所以不会说些庸俗的话来形容自己,抱歉~~(@^@``)
星期五要来啦,我的生日来了哟!虽然说又老了一岁,不过想想比起身边的朋友,在12月生日的我就像是赚到了1年,抵啦!
你想想,那些1月出生的人还要等整整1年才能过年,人家我等那么几天就可以迎接生命中第一个新年,爽死了~~
再来,比起什么摩羯处女山羊之类的,我的人马就多了份威风凛凛的感觉,还很带神话哦!
要我再辩一下也可以,就是--12月是多么浪漫的月份啊!圣诞节的月份吖jingle bell的歌在耳边回旋,满街的圣诞树,目不暇给的灯饰,圣诞老人HOHOHO的笑声,满街的情侣,这时候,天空飘下初雪~~~雪花打在一对对情人的脸上,虽然冰冷,可是内心却温暖了彼此~~~家人呢?很古典式的在一件充满爱与温馨的小木屋里享受着圣诞的气氛,一家人围着长桌靠在火炉旁吃着圣诞大餐--火鸡哟!哇...................画面美得简直是人间仙境!
衰啦!马来西亚热得象屁一样讨厌吖!什么浪漫感都赶走了...千万不要下雨就好了.不过下不下雨好象都与我无关,我还不是没有庆祝的份?
哎...........
星期五要来啦,我的生日来了哟!虽然说又老了一岁,不过想想比起身边的朋友,在12月生日的我就像是赚到了1年,抵啦!
你想想,那些1月出生的人还要等整整1年才能过年,人家我等那么几天就可以迎接生命中第一个新年,爽死了~~
再来,比起什么摩羯处女山羊之类的,我的人马就多了份威风凛凛的感觉,还很带神话哦!
要我再辩一下也可以,就是--12月是多么浪漫的月份啊!圣诞节的月份吖jingle bell的歌在耳边回旋,满街的圣诞树,目不暇给的灯饰,圣诞老人HOHOHO的笑声,满街的情侣,这时候,天空飘下初雪~~~雪花打在一对对情人的脸上,虽然冰冷,可是内心却温暖了彼此~~~家人呢?很古典式的在一件充满爱与温馨的小木屋里享受着圣诞的气氛,一家人围着长桌靠在火炉旁吃着圣诞大餐--火鸡哟!哇...................画面美得简直是人间仙境!
衰啦!马来西亚热得象屁一样讨厌吖!什么浪漫感都赶走了...千万不要下雨就好了.不过下不下雨好象都与我无关,我还不是没有庆祝的份?
哎...........
敏感
现在说一说这个--"敏感"
"敏感" 一词在不同角度不同态度不同方面有着不同的解说
在感觉方面,它被诠译成神经腺过于发达而导致脑系统作出过度的判断之现象
在性格方面,它被诠译成边好边坏的个性,有人因此受欢迎,有人因此被讨厌
在心灵方面,它被诠译成一种让心比心的方法
在医学方面,它被诠译成对药物或医疗产生的排斥现象
........
说不尽
然后啊,我发觉其实自己还蛮厉害的(臭美),因为我还蛮敏感的,虽然看起来不太象
(你能想象Ella是一个心思敏感的..."女孩"吗?虽然她是没错.....)
往好方面想,(在此可称之为细心),可以轻易猜测到别人的心情,别人的看法,别人的心思,正常人对于察言观色总有一套吧?
往不好那方面想呢,则会怪自己的敏感还真是"过度敏感",会认为自己惹烦了人家,对不起人家,惹人讨厌了,友情淡掉了...
然后自个儿在那边棱着胡思乱想,搞砸了一天的好心情(虽然绝多时候也只有那几分钟)
也还好,这种"超细心"的个性配在另一种"超乐观"的个性再来一个"超无所谓"的一个人身上,产生了相挥作用,平衡了彼此.
我对此还是乐此不彼啦~~~
"敏感" 一词在不同角度不同态度不同方面有着不同的解说
在感觉方面,它被诠译成神经腺过于发达而导致脑系统作出过度的判断之现象
在性格方面,它被诠译成边好边坏的个性,有人因此受欢迎,有人因此被讨厌
在心灵方面,它被诠译成一种让心比心的方法
在医学方面,它被诠译成对药物或医疗产生的排斥现象
........
说不尽
然后啊,我发觉其实自己还蛮厉害的(臭美),因为我还蛮敏感的,虽然看起来不太象
(你能想象Ella是一个心思敏感的..."女孩"吗?虽然她是没错.....)
往好方面想,(在此可称之为细心),可以轻易猜测到别人的心情,别人的看法,别人的心思,正常人对于察言观色总有一套吧?
往不好那方面想呢,则会怪自己的敏感还真是"过度敏感",会认为自己惹烦了人家,对不起人家,惹人讨厌了,友情淡掉了...
然后自个儿在那边棱着胡思乱想,搞砸了一天的好心情(虽然绝多时候也只有那几分钟)
也还好,这种"超细心"的个性配在另一种"超乐观"的个性再来一个"超无所谓"的一个人身上,产生了相挥作用,平衡了彼此.
我对此还是乐此不彼啦~~~
钱...钱....结果还是....钱!
呵呵....也没有什么,只是今天收到cw的sms : Yaloh, recently hard to meet u guys, seems like e'body bc with their own stuff odi, include me myself. onli can connect wf u guys thru sms or sometimes mc when i'm free...
感触啊!可悲呀!竟然被现实生活埋得只能用那种以前曾经在作文里被我批得一无是处的"冷情冷语"来维持联系!
现在还巴不得要感激它一番:"没有你我不知怎么活下去!"
时代的进步往往就是酱把人情冷暖显露无疑,但却又在人们必不得已的口中把它奉颂得像是至高无上的荣誉...
就像是一只被捕到的海中鱼,临下锅前还要谢谢厨师把它煎了(还要煎得美味些)才不枉此生,作出一生鱼中最大的贡献--被吃掉...
说到那里了... 比喻得怪怪的...
哦!回主题,因为sms也是要钱的....我最近就是为了维持那难得的友谊啊,一封又一封不管聊天还是Merry X'mas的sms都寄得我大概下个月爸爸又要拿着电话单要我负责了....
感触啊!可悲呀!竟然被现实生活埋得只能用那种以前曾经在作文里被我批得一无是处的"冷情冷语"来维持联系!
现在还巴不得要感激它一番:"没有你我不知怎么活下去!"
时代的进步往往就是酱把人情冷暖显露无疑,但却又在人们必不得已的口中把它奉颂得像是至高无上的荣誉...
就像是一只被捕到的海中鱼,临下锅前还要谢谢厨师把它煎了(还要煎得美味些)才不枉此生,作出一生鱼中最大的贡献--被吃掉...
说到那里了... 比喻得怪怪的...
哦!回主题,因为sms也是要钱的....我最近就是为了维持那难得的友谊啊,一封又一封不管聊天还是Merry X'mas的sms都寄得我大概下个月爸爸又要拿着电话单要我负责了....
Monday, December 12, 2005
Test result
Were you born with a quirk or a plain simple soul? Have fun with this fun personality prediction guide.
If you were born on the 6th, 15th, 24th of any month then you are number 6.
Number 6
Ooopppss.. you were born to enjoy! You don't care about others. I mean you always wanted to have a lifetime of enjoyment. You will excel in either education or business management! You are talented, kind (but with only people who you think are nice), and popular. All good things come easily to you. Your mind and body is just made perfect for love. You are loveable by any number. But if you are a number 6 men, you will be involved in more than a few relationships until you get married. If you are a girl, most of you will get married/engaged early. You are a caring person towards your family and friends. You are a person of compassion, comfort & fairness, domestic responsibility, good judgment, and after all you can heal this world's wounds to make peace for everyone because you have the great power and caring talent to take the world of love one step further.. Your best match 1, 6, and 9. Good match 4, 5
wow! damn accurated! bt..."engaged/married early"?
i wonder.....
let's imagine~~
If you were born on the 6th, 15th, 24th of any month then you are number 6.
Number 6
Ooopppss.. you were born to enjoy! You don't care about others. I mean you always wanted to have a lifetime of enjoyment. You will excel in either education or business management! You are talented, kind (but with only people who you think are nice), and popular. All good things come easily to you. Your mind and body is just made perfect for love. You are loveable by any number. But if you are a number 6 men, you will be involved in more than a few relationships until you get married. If you are a girl, most of you will get married/engaged early. You are a caring person towards your family and friends. You are a person of compassion, comfort & fairness, domestic responsibility, good judgment, and after all you can heal this world's wounds to make peace for everyone because you have the great power and caring talent to take the world of love one step further.. Your best match 1, 6, and 9. Good match 4, 5
wow! damn accurated! bt..."engaged/married early"?
i wonder.....
let's imagine~~
Sunday, December 11, 2005
generation gap
不知是不是我太过离经叛道,新新人类主义,行事潇洒还是用一种比较"现实"的说法--天真无知咧,今天和妈的一场对话,才发觉原来我很短脑筋,而更加原来妈妈的口才接令功力不错哟~~
我 : 真不明白为何你们可以每天扫地抹地不觉得烦,要我酱做,简直可以说要了我的命.....不觉得很懒的咩?
妈 : 我每天花不用10分钟的时间来扫地抹地,好过每个星期花1小时来扫扫抹抹.
我 : 干吗酱勤力,肮脏才随便扫一下抹一下就可以啦,又不是很肮脏.
妈 : 所以说!别人一进门就知道你是怎样的人.
我 : 我不介意别人知道我邋塌
妈 : 显长藏短比较好
我 : 我这叫坦坦荡荡光明磊落!
妈 : 你这叫入世未深.等吃亏啦!
我 : 这是新新人类作风!
妈 : 你干脆承认你懒就是了.
天啊!想深一点--事态严重罗!
原来我是如此这般的思想怪异,与众不同!
比如说,别人做事太过于谨慎,总是思前想后再思后想前再来一次思前想后.....在我来说这是导致精神紧张的一种.
凡事,随缘....
比如说,出街穿着要整理一下才好,我却对看似邋塌的打扮给予欣赏.......王子扮痞子.
比如说...一时间想不到例子了,反正就是别人觉得任性+妄为的行为在我眼中其实都是不经意的我觉得没什么大不了的事情...
无所谓
说不定我前世应该就是一位风流倜傥+潇洒的侠客............毕竟,象我这般境界的"无所谓"可不是修炼一两百年就能修到的仙界....
我 : 真不明白为何你们可以每天扫地抹地不觉得烦,要我酱做,简直可以说要了我的命.....不觉得很懒的咩?
妈 : 我每天花不用10分钟的时间来扫地抹地,好过每个星期花1小时来扫扫抹抹.
我 : 干吗酱勤力,肮脏才随便扫一下抹一下就可以啦,又不是很肮脏.
妈 : 所以说!别人一进门就知道你是怎样的人.
我 : 我不介意别人知道我邋塌
妈 : 显长藏短比较好
我 : 我这叫坦坦荡荡光明磊落!
妈 : 你这叫入世未深.等吃亏啦!
我 : 这是新新人类作风!
妈 : 你干脆承认你懒就是了.
天啊!想深一点--事态严重罗!
原来我是如此这般的思想怪异,与众不同!
比如说,别人做事太过于谨慎,总是思前想后再思后想前再来一次思前想后.....在我来说这是导致精神紧张的一种.
凡事,随缘....
比如说,出街穿着要整理一下才好,我却对看似邋塌的打扮给予欣赏.......王子扮痞子.
比如说...一时间想不到例子了,反正就是别人觉得任性+妄为的行为在我眼中其实都是不经意的我觉得没什么大不了的事情...
无所谓
说不定我前世应该就是一位风流倜傥+潇洒的侠客............毕竟,象我这般境界的"无所谓"可不是修炼一两百年就能修到的仙界....
Saturday, December 10, 2005
现在的......??
关于我的现在--所有事务之记载
我,18岁,还有一个星期即将变成19,老姑娘一名
我,近日无所事事,每天历程表--帮老爸看店,玩电脑游戏(而且还是大富翁...),看电视,看小说,在家里走上走下,胡思乱想....
我,对于放假的困扰,就是--今天是星期几?
我,就算没放假,也不会记得今天是几号的人,更何况是放假?脑袋秀逗中...
我,最近很喜欢数独这玩意儿--soduku.
我,黑头多了很多,毛孔粗大,豆豆好象比从前严重...是谁曾经信誓旦旦说:考完试过后,给我一个礼拜时间保证容光焕发?
我,在等待与惆怅中,选择逃避现实.
我,想到再过一个礼拜就要离开伴我的电脑,就有点伤心......毕竟,我背叛了它....."爱它,就让它好好的休息吧"死老弟说.
我,一个因为之后有段时间不会"在家睡"的人.照理说正常的"家人"都"应该"在为这样的一个人好好打点唠长叨短的一番,可惜我出生在一个不正常的家庭中,家人都在关心着--空着的房间该拿来做啥?
我,哎...................................
我,18岁,还有一个星期即将变成19,老姑娘一名
我,近日无所事事,每天历程表--帮老爸看店,玩电脑游戏(而且还是大富翁...),看电视,看小说,在家里走上走下,胡思乱想....
我,对于放假的困扰,就是--今天是星期几?
我,就算没放假,也不会记得今天是几号的人,更何况是放假?脑袋秀逗中...
我,最近很喜欢数独这玩意儿--soduku.
我,黑头多了很多,毛孔粗大,豆豆好象比从前严重...是谁曾经信誓旦旦说:考完试过后,给我一个礼拜时间保证容光焕发?
我,在等待与惆怅中,选择逃避现实.
我,想到再过一个礼拜就要离开伴我的电脑,就有点伤心......毕竟,我背叛了它....."爱它,就让它好好的休息吧"死老弟说.
我,一个因为之后有段时间不会"在家睡"的人.照理说正常的"家人"都"应该"在为这样的一个人好好打点唠长叨短的一番,可惜我出生在一个不正常的家庭中,家人都在关心着--空着的房间该拿来做啥?
我,哎...................................
