Monday, May 29, 2006

Journey called Life... (Part 23 : Failure & Success)

A Failure now means there is a chance to do succeed next time;
A Success means there is a chance to outrun yourself later on... ;)

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Journey called Life... (Part 22 : Sharing)

Sharing a burden is like having another pole to support a weight... it makes the weight half as heavy with each pole added...

Sharing happiness is like lighting candles... It makes the surrounding twice as bright with each candle lit...

Shared Joy is double the Happiness;
Shared Grief is half the Sorrow.

~Jen~

Monday, May 15, 2006

Just For Fun... :P

and here's what my birthdate says about me :p

Your Birthdate: August 10

Independent and dominant, you tend to be the alpha dog in most situations.
You're very confident, and hardly anything ever shakes you.
Mundane tasks tend to drain you - you prefer to be making great plans.
You are quite original. When people don't "get" you, it bothers you a lot.

Your strength: Your ability to gain respect

Your weakness: Caring too much what others think

Your power color: Orange-red

Your power symbol: Letter X

Your power month: October

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Mothers' Day 2006 : Tribute to my mom (Part 1)

Here are some of the funny moments shared between me and my mom... keke... please note that most of the contents of the conversations had been translated from my family language(1) to english

Some time at the end of last year (2005)

My mom was on her way to the bathroom to take her bath when my little bro dashed into it, effectively cutting the line...

Mom : Wei, cutting the line, come out NOW!
Lil. Bro : Don't want, me got in first...
Mom : Ta Ma De (literally means his mom)
A Boy(2) : Ma, you are talking about yourself ar? Since you are his mom... :P
*burst out lauging...
Mom : *smiling, nothing to say... (oops)

and we kept laughing at her for a few more days to come... keke..
This one happened often

Mom is lecturing again...
Mom : #*+@....
A Boy : ya, ya, ya, ya, *nod, nod, nod, nod, nod, nod...
*actually, the invisible earplugs are already on
Mom : Are you listening?
A Boy : Yaya
Mom : *continue... #@+*~"$§&%$?=)/(

Lecture ends...

A Boy : *grumbling... *waving hands at mom, as if to punch her..
Mom : *turns back... WHAT DID YOU SAY?
A Boy : Nothing *pretending nothing had happened...
When my mom wants to wake me up in the morning
A Boy lying on the bed sleeping...

Mom : A Boy, wake up
A Boy : *Opens his eyes for a while, then continue sleeping...
Mom : A Boy ya, late liao la...WAKE UP!
A Boy : *Opens his eyes for a while, turns and tossed for a while, and then goes back to sleep...
Mom : Wei, lazy pig, WAKE UP...
A Boy : *ignores it...
Mom : *uses her secret weapon...
A Boy : Okok, i am waking up...
Mom : Now go brush your teeth and prepare yourself *continues her business...
A Boy : *continue sleeping...

hehe...i am pro at sleeping ok? :P
Hehe...these are some of the funny moments that I had shared with my mom for the last few years.. of course, with my status as the family opposition party (the one who always finds ways to oppose my mom), there are a lot more than this... hehe... i hope you guys had enjoyed this little dramas... the second part of this series will be a little story on how my mom raised my family for almost 10 years alone... ;)

(1) the family language here refers to a big mixture of mandarin, hakka, hokkien, and cantonese dialect, with a mix of malay and english and german used for communication within the family...
(2) that's Me... hehe...


Metta

seehua
Let's fill this world with LOVE... ;)

Happy (belated) Wesak Day

Ok, i am late for this post, but late is better than never right? hehe... don't follow my example...

Wesak day is an occasion when Buddhists remembers the three big occasions in Buddhism, the Birth, Enlightenment and the Passing away of the Buddha. (ok, passing away is not a good word to use, but i am having a BIG writers' block now, keke)

During this day, Buddhists are called to remember the teachings of the Buddha, and remember to practise it in their lives... The main essense of Buddhism are actually very very simple, the maiin premise of it is to be mindful and concentrated all the time.

By being mindful, we are aware of our surroundings, and this will help us to appreciate the little things in life, and also enjoy it... Everyday chores like cleaning up the room and attending the class can even be fun and satisfying all the time just by being mindful.

By being concentrated, we are all aware of our actions at all times... We know the cause of our actions and will be fast enough to stop it if it will being along more bad effects than good...

these are the two main ingredients within Buddhism, from my point of view...

For the above reasons, although i don't label myself with any of the religious labels (not even the non-religion labels, i.e. antagonist or altheist), I follow the teachings of the Buddha closely, as i find it being the most fitting to my philosophy of life, simple is the best... ;)

with this post, i reaffirm my vow to the world, that i want to make it a better place to live in, little by little...

Happy belated Wesak Day to the all of you out there, and may you be well and happy always... ;)

metta

seehua
Let's create a world filled with LOVE ;)

Friday, May 12, 2006

Forward this or face the consequences...

I want to thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me your damn chain letters over the past few years. Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of what's left of my heart for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.

Because of your concern...I no longer can drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day

I no longer use margarine because it's one molecule away from being plastic.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone ill from hell with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer date the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. (Geez, the BIBLE did not mention it works that way!)

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

Yes, I want to thank all of you soooooooo much for looking out for me!

I will now return the favor.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will crap on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas of a thousand camels will infest your armpits.

I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's 8th husband's 2nd cousin's 3rd husband's ex-wife's mother's beautician!

adapted from chang yang's blog

Malaysia's Next Super Model

Malaysia's Next Super Model

*side note...

-Thanks to wpyeoh for sharing on her blog


-and try not to laugh ^.^

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Just For Fun... :P

here is what my birthday says about me... :P

Your Birthdate: October 24

You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.
A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.
You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.
You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.

Your strength: Your devotion

Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness

Your power color: Lilac

Your power symbol: Heart

Your power month: June


any comments?

Hardest thing is learning to let go...


It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby 7-11. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.

She said, "I miss you."

I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."

She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.

I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."

Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.

Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"

Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.

She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."

I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"

I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain would go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray.

The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.

I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."

She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the door that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.


adapted from http://recom.org/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=2632

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Realisation Part 3: Expectations

The higher the expectations, the further you strive.
The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Which one are you?

Saturday, May 06, 2006

The Most Beautiful Heart...

One day a young man was standing in the middle
of the town proclaiming that he had the most
beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large
crowd gathered and they all admired his heart
for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most
beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted
more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of
the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not
nearly as beautiful as mine."

The crowd and the young man looked at the
old man's heart. It was beating strongly,
but full of scars, it had places where pieces
had been removed and other pieces put in, but
they didn't fit quite right and there were
several jagged edges. In fact, in some places
there were deep gouges where whole pieces
were missing.

The people stared -- how can he say his heart
is more beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart
and saw its state and laughed.

"You must be joking," he said.
"Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect
and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect
looking but I would never trade with you.
You see, every scar represents a person to
whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece
of my heart and give it to them, and often
they give me a piece of their heart which fits
into the empty place in my heart, but because
the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges,
which I cherish, because they remind me of the
love we shared. "Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart
away, and the other person hasn't returned
a piece of his heart to me. These are the
empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance.

Although these gouges are painful, they stay open,
reminding me of the love I have for these people too,
and I hope someday they may return and fill the
space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running
down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man,
reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart,
and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old
man with trembling hands

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart
and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and
placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.
It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect
anymore but more beautiful than ever,
since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.


~ The End~

adapted from http://www.indianchild.com/most_beautiful_heart.htm

Journey called Life... (Part 19 : Forgive)

To forgive is not letting the past haunt you...
To forgive is letting go of the past...
To forgive is to look forth, and walk toward it...

note to all : although i had put out these words, i myself had not been practicing them to their fullest. Sometimes i find that my past haunts me, trying to sway me away from my own words... but anyway, i find these words useful, so here i am, sharing with you all... ;)

see hua
-Let this world be filled with LOVE-

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Catepillar and Butterfly...

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

~Richard Bach~

Journey called Life... (Part 18 : Humbleness)

During the course of my life, i had met many people who are arrogant and will never learn from their own mistakes... and i admit that i am sometimes also one of them...

A few weeks ago, Joey told me directly that he sensed arrogance within me, and that is a wake-up call for me... I had always taken myself as somehow better than others around me, but to reflect again, I still have a lot to learn from the world...

This is where humbleness comes in... Being humble is an attitude that says to yourself, the things around you are your teacher, and that you have a lot to learn from them, either directly or indirectly... So far, i had been learning a lot about life through all the things that are surrounding me... froom nature and also from fellow humans...

During the discussions with Joey, we had concluded that arrogance is the main factor that will stop you from learning more. With arrogance comes the feeling that you are superior than others. From then on you will start to look down on them, and will also lose the interest to mix around with them. From then on you will be more and more separate from them... This is how many of us had lost our good friends...

Humbleness is one of the quality that I had been practising within myself... There are a lot more to life than just eating to live or living to eat... Life is about learning, learning about how to make out the best out of it so that we ourselves are happy. And through humbleness i had been happy all this while... To be able to learn from nature : the sounds of leaves singing with the wind, the sound of rains dripping onto the grasslands... to be able to appreciate these we also need to stay at the ground and not flying off to anyplace in the sky... Happiness doesn't come through complexity, it somes through simplicity... and it the quality of humbleness that will help you to stay at the ground... It is the roots that will hold you and stablize you, not floating somewhere up there...

True, there are times when I am not mindful enough to stop myself from feeling superior to the others, but please, when you think there is something wrong with me, tell me directly, and i shall correct myself.... ;)

-See Hua-
Let's create a world filled with LOVE

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Hehe...

I warn you, don't ever ever ever click here...

i consider you guys warned...

March-April-May... (2006)

March 2006

April 2006

May 2006

These are the pictures that i had taken throughout the last few months... really had changed a lot haven't they?

finally can see some GREEN sceneries... yahoo... :P
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Cloud Formation...

A picture of a cloud formation which i had taken a few weeks ago...
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Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Spring in Aalen... (2006)


Here are some of the photos that i had taken from the area surrounding my hostel...
My hostel : 13 floors high...i am living at the 10th floor... see if you guys can guess which one is my room... :P

Lamp Post

Road leading to the city. It goes downhill though. So when i cycle to the city, i don't have to pedal at all, just let gravity do the work. Or, if i am rushing, i put on my highest gear and then zooooooooommmmmmmm down the road. But coming back up again will be a real chore... :S

The road leading to the stadium... erm.. not really stadium la, more like 2 track with 2 fields in the centre of each of them... :P
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