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Monday, August 29, 2005

Life is a Process of Finding Love

Every person will need to find four people in their life. First person is yourself; Second person is the one you love most, Third person is the one who love you most, And the fourth, is the one you spend the rest of your life with.

In life, firstly you will meet with the one you love most, and learn how love feels. Because you know how love feels, so you can find the person who love you most.
When you have experienced the feeling of loving others and being loved, you will then know what it is you need most. Then you will find the person who is most suitable for you, to be able to spend the rest of your life with. Sadly, in real life, these three people are usually not the same person.

The one you love most doesn't love you. The one, who loves you most, is never the one you love most. And the one you spend your life with, is never the one you love most or the one who loves you most. He is just the person who happens to be at the right place at the right time.

Which person are you in other people's life? - No person will purposely have a change of heart. At the point in time when he loves you, he really loves you. But when he doesn't love you anymore, he really doesn't love you anymore. When he loves you, he can pretend that he doesn't.

Same goes, when he loves you no more, there is no way he can pretend he loves you. When a person doesn't love you and wants to leave you, you must ask yourself if you still love him. If you also don't love him anymore, don't ever let him leave just to save your pride. If you still love him, you should wish him happiness, and hope that he will be with the one he loves most, not stop him from it. If you stop him from finding true happiness with the one he loves, it shows you already don't love him. And if you don't love him, what rights do you have to blame him for a change of heart?

Love is not possessive. If you like the moon, you can't just take it down and put it in your basin. But the moonlight still shines upon you. In other words, when you love a person, you can use another method of possessing the person. Let him become a permanent memory in your life. If you really love a person, you must love him for what he is. Love him for his good points, and the bad. You can wish for him to become like what you like him to be just because you love him. If he can change to become what you like him to be, you don t love him anymore.

Whenyou really love a person, you cannot find a reason why you love him, you only know that no matter when and where, good mood or bad mood, you will wish to have this person be with you. Real love is when two people can go through the toughest problems without asking for promises or listing criteria. In a relationship, you have to put in effort and give in at times, not always be on the receiving end.

Being away from each other is a type of test. If the relationship isn’t strong, then you can only admit defeat. Real love will never become hate...


---This is an English translation from a piece written by one famous Taiwanese author, Zhang Xiao Xian. Taken off Xiao Qiang's site. Quite true, poignant & something very thought provoking. It’s sad that life is often like this but we have to make do & hope that it will turn out for the best.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Be my Friend


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How lovely if we could remain..friends!
For every single woman needs a hand of a friend...
Be my friend...
Be my friend...

My hobbies are small..
My expectations are small..
And my only ambition is to walk
For hours
With you..
Under the rain...

When the blues dwell in me..
And the flute makes me cry...
Be my friend..
Be my friend..

Then why do u care about my face?
And you don't feel my inner thoughts
Be my friend..
Be my friend..

So speak up now
And tell me
How come you forgot half the words
When we met?

I am in so much need
For a peace port
And I am so tired
Of all the love stories and romance

Be my friend..
Be my friend..

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this is one of my favo arabic ballad & was roughly translated from our Kwaity poet:Suad Al.Subah

I just thought of sharing it with the world..


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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Quote of the day




" Victory is sweetest when you've known defeat."



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Saturday, August 13, 2005

Quote of the day


" Patience is the companion of wisdom "
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Live an LET Live...this was alwayz been my tihng,some ppl juz CAN'T understand it?!!

Friday, August 05, 2005

A childs life is like a piece of paper, in which every person makes a mark.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

daddy

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.


But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far,

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and she saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
The Soul of an Ugly Duckling©
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