Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts

The Story Behind One of the Most Beautiful Moments

Posted by Unknown On Tuesday, July 15, 2014 0 comments

You know, I cannot imagine what life would be like today if not for Skype!

I would never be able to chat with my son and friends including Angela, Mun Lee and other friends/relatives.

Recently, I came across this beautiful story about one of the most beautiful moments in advertising in the FB wall of an old friend, Goh Boon Hoe (musician, producer and photographer extraordinaire) .

CLICK HERE to read all about this story which is making waves all over.

"That single moment told that entire story in four seconds in a way that no actor could have ever told it." Please watch the video of the two girls.

Then today, I thought hmm why don't I sing with my girlfriend Sarah who migrated to Adelaide a few years ago. We used to sing together in church both as back up singers. She made a comment on my FB wall and asked if I could skype with her. Voila - God made the way!

Initially, Sarah wanted to do 'Because of Who You Are' which I already recorded HERE.

As that song is mainly a solo song and a difficult one too, I suggested we sang Don Moen's 'God will Make A Way."

Here it is. Don Moen's song recorded live via Skype on my Nexus smartphone. It is a much beloved song that I always sing to keep strong and brave in the face of difficulties, disappointments, even despair.

GOD WILL MAKE A WAY by Don Moen sung by Sarah and me. This is the second recording.

Whatever you are feeling now, believe - God will make a way for you. It may not be your way but in time, He will make things beautiful....I am not a religious fanatic but I believe in my God and am not the type to proselyte others. I believe faith is a very personal thing and I respect the right of others to practise other faiths and have close friends from different religions.

Regardless of our faith, one thing is sure. Every single human is likely to face disappointments in life at one point or another. Hence, it is my prayer that this song will lead you to higher plains of your faith as you believe in your God to make the path right for you.

If I remember correctly, Doe Moen wrote this song after he received news of his nephew's tragic death. I have cried buckets, even rivers of tears in my darkest moments crying and singing this song ...believing as I do believe and do cry now...that God will make a way...

God will make a way
Where there seems to be no way
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me

He will be my guide
Hold me closely to His side
With love and strength for each new day
He will make a way, He will make a way

Oh, God will make a way
Where there seems to be no way
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me

He will be my guide
Hold me closely to His side
With love and strength for each new day
He will make a way, He will make a way

By a roadway in the wilderness, He'll lead me
And rivers in the desert will I see
Heaven and Earth will fade but His Word will still remain
And He will do something new today

Oh, God will make a way
Where there seems to be no way
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me

He will be my guide
Hold me closely to His side
With love and strength for each new day
He will make a way, He will make a way

By a roadway in the wilderness, He'll lead me
And rivers in the desert will I see
Heaven and Earth will fade but His Word will still remain
And He will do something new today

Oh, God will make a way
Where there seems to be no way
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me

He will be my guide
Hold me closely to His side
With love and strength for each new day
He will make a way, He will make a way

With love and strength for each new day
He will make a way, He will make a way

God bless.

Selamat berpuasa to all my Muslim readers.

Have a lovely evening!


The Crab and the Wave

Posted by Unknown On Sunday, September 30, 2012 0 comments

A crab was once running on the sea shore, and was admiring its beautiful footprints…

Just then a huge wave splashed and washed away the footprints.

The crab said to the wave, “I considered you as one of my best friends, then what made you do this?”

The wave replied, “A fisherman was following your footprints; that is why I cleared them off.”

Things are not always the way the seem on face value… 

Relationships bring caring beyond the other's imagination!

Author unknown-


Simple Vs Real

Posted by Unknown On Monday, September 3, 2012 2 comments

A simple friend has never seen you cry. a real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn't know your parent's first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in his/her address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean up.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he/she has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend, thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you!

-Author Unknown-


Different Strokes for Different Folks

Posted by Unknown On Wednesday, August 15, 2012 0 comments

On the Sunday morning of August 5th this year, I wrote a post No Masks Please, We Are Human. at one go with no editing at all. I just poured out how I had been feeling for the past ten months or so. Upon completion of that post, I never read it again until last week when a reader wrote to me about his response to the post. Even when the first commenter for that post shared a response, I only read what Walla wrote, not what I had written. 

Today, I read it for the third time after Grace shared her response. And I read Walla's response again. Once again, I pondered over the questions raised. I judge them not but would never associate  with them again for it is unpleasant to discover one has been fed outrageous lies or being used, or condemned for speaking the truth. At the same time, I know had they been in my position, they would not react the same way for each of us has a different psychological make-up. To me, the deep disappointment of being honest, helpful and kind to others and in return to come face to face with deceit, hypocrisy and lies - it is a damning journey. However, the sum of all those experiences from those people have taught me to be much wiser, stronger and resilient. And I am thankful for that.

Yes, Walla. I did try my best to plant good seeds of understanding and kindness" at every opportunity. Whether or not it bore fruit or was appreciated does not matter to me any more for I have moved on. I don't look back and mope. Neither do I reminisce. The pain was assuaged by facing reality and making the best of life by being thankful that I went through all that. I look back and I feel nothing. No hurt or bitterness - just numbness and nothing. I learnt it is tough to be real in a plastic world where all kinds of masks are worn.

Even if my circle is now very small, I am happy knowing that I am with my beloved family and genuine, sincere, caring and real friends. And that is what is important. We move on. People come into our lives for different reasons and leave when the season is  over.

Indeed Walla is right. When old, we let go and become nonchalant. In many ways, my capacity to feel is not as strong as before. I still feel. But I am very careful about how I feel and for whom I feel. Most importantly, I am at peace within and cherish every moment of living. 

Thanks to Walla for the words of wisdom and sincerity shared and to Grace for her spontaneous and touching response. And thanks to reader A for his very sincere response.

Have a nice day everyone. 

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Different Strokes for Different Folks by Walla

It's different strokes for different folks. Even within ourselves as individuals, there is a journey of discovery in which we go through different stages.

When young, we climb the learning curve. When middle-aged, we establish and defend values. When old, we let go and become nonchalant.

What is important is not to yield to cynicism for when one is cynical the process of learning and unlearning slows down.

If we take exception with the behavior and mindset of certain people, we should ask ourselves if they had led our lives instead and faced the same learning curves and experiences, would they be harboring different viewpoints from us? Unless and until we can answer this question decisively, we should suspend judgement on others in much the same way we hope they will suspend their judgement on why we take exception to their traits and ways of communicating their own anxieties.

One important lesson is to see the unspoken context of what is expressed, and also to note the 'quality of the moment' in which expressions are made. Human communication where it impinges on the real world is not just about selections and sounds of words combined with facial expressions and thrust of discussions; it is also about 'where the person is coming from, to wit what drives her.him to make such statements'.

With clarity so delivered, one should not be too worked up over what will pass soon enough anyway, bad or good.

That is a price we all pay for living. Nevertheless, we should try our best to plant good seeds of understanding and kindness every moment we can.

And so ennoble the moments of our lives beyond just things and feelings.


The Friendship Garden

Posted by Unknown On Wednesday, July 18, 2012 0 comments

For the garden of your daily living plant three rows of peas:
1. Peace of mind
2. Peace of heart
3. Peace of soul

Plant four rows of squash:
1. Squash gossip
2. Squash indifference
3. Squash grumbling
4. Squash selfishness

Plant four rows of lettuce:
1. Lettuce be faithful
2. Lettuce be kind
3. Lettuce be patient
4. Lettuce really love one another

No garden is without turnips:
1. Turnip for meetings
2. Turnip for service
3. Turnip to help one another

To conclude our garden we must have thyme:
1. Thyme for each other
2. Thyme for family
3. Thyme for friends



Water freely with patience and cultivate with love.
There is much fruit in your garden because your reap what you sow.

-Author Unknown-


The Fable

Posted by Unknown On Wednesday, June 27, 2012 2 comments

ONCE upon a time a Dog used to go into the stable where the king's Elephant lived. At first the Dog went there to get the food that was left after the Elephant had finished eating.


Day after day the Dog went to the stable, waiting around for bits to eat. But by and by the Elephant and the Dog came to be great friends. Then the Elephant began to share his food with the Dog, and they ate together. When the Elephant slept, his friend the Dog slept beside him. When the Elephant felt like playing, he would catch the Dog in his trunk and swing him to and fro. Neither the Dog nor the Elephant was quite happy unless the other was near-by.

One day a farmer saw the Dog and said to the Elephant keeper: "I will buy that Dog. He looks good tempered, and I see that he is smart. How much do you want for the Dog?"

The Elephant keeper did not care for the Dog, and he did want some money just then. So he asked a fair price, and the farmer paid it and took the Dog away to the country.

The king's Elephant missed the Dog and did not care to eat when his friend was not there to share the food. When the time came for the Elephant to bathe, he would not bathe. The next day again the Elephant would not eat, and he would not bathe. The third day, when the Elephant would neither eat nor bathe, the king was told about it.

The king sent for his chief servant, saying, "Go to the stable and find out why the Elephant is acting in this way."

The chief servant went to the stable and looked the Elephant all over. Then he said to the Elephant keeper: "There seems to be nothing the matter with this Elephant's body, but why does he look so sad? Has he lost a playmate?"

"Yes," said the keeper, "there was a Dog who ate and slept and played with the Elephant. The Dog went away three days ago."

"Do you know where the Dog is now?" asked the chief servant.

"No, I do not," said the keeper.

Then the chief servant went back to the king and said. "The Elephant is not sick, but he is lonely without his friend, the Dog."

"Where is the Dog?" asked the king.

"A farmer took him away, so the Elephant keeper says," said the chief servant. "No one knows where the farmer lives."

"Very well," said the king. "I will send word all over the country, asking the man who bought this Dog to turn him loose. I will give him back as much as he paid for the Dog."

When the farmer who had bought the Dog heard this, he turned him loose. The Dog ran back as fast as ever he could go to the Elephant's stable. The Elephant was so glad to see the Dog that he picked him up with his trunk and put him on his head. Then he put him down again.

When the Elephant keeper brought food, the Elephant watched the Dog as he ate, and then took his own food.

All the rest of their lives the Elephant and the Dog lived together.

-Author Unknown-


Vitamin F

Posted by Unknown On Friday, May 25, 2012 1 comments

Why do I have a variety of friends who are all so different in character? How can I get along with them all? I think that each one helps to bring out a "different" part of me.

With one of them I am polite. I joke with another friend.

I sit down and talk about serious matters with one. With another I laugh a lot. I may have a beer with one. I listen to one friend's problems. Then I listen to another one's advice for me.

My friends are all like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. When completed, they form a treasure box. A treasure of friends! They are my friends who understand me better than myself, who support me through good days and bad days. We all pray together and for each other.

Real Age doctors tell us that friends are good for our health. Dr. Oz calls them Vitamins F (for Friends) and counts the benefits of friends as essential to our well being. Research shows that people in strong social circles have less risk of depression and terminal strokes. If you enjoy Vitamins F constantly you can be up to 30 years younger than your real age. The warmth of friendship stops stress and even in your most intense moments it decreases the chance of a cardiac arrest or stroke by 50%.

I'm so happy that I have a stock of Vitamins F!



In summary, we should value our friends and keep in touch with them. We should try to see the funny side of things and laugh together, and pray for each other in the tough moments.

-Author Unknown-


Thanks to Angela who sent me this post.

To all who are my blog readers, followers, subscribers and friends, thank you for being one of my Vitamins!


Thanks to Angela who sent me this post!


Stay Away From These Folks!

Posted by Unknown On Tuesday, May 1, 2012 3 comments

Thanks to Angela who sent me this fantastic article. I agree wholeheartedly with the writer. Once I know someone is insincere, a serial liar or hypocrite or pretender, that is it. Snip snip snip. The end - after three chances. No regrets or delays. I would rather keep sane than to have such toxins in my life. It is also important that I do not have such traits and if anytime I do, please knock me on my head. If I realize it myself, I must ensure I consolidate and terminate such characteristics.

I must add a fifth category to this article and wrote about my abhorrence for LIARS, PRETENDERS and HYPOCRITES. Once I know someone has lied to me persistently, it is a quiet exit for me after three chances. I will walk away without looking back. Thank goodness I am strong enough to do this and hold my head up high in dignity. So be careful, dear readers. Sometimes it may take years for one to discover that someone whom one thinks is a friend is in reality, a fiend. Conversely, a new acquaintance could be a con man in disguise. One may have good intentions but if the other is insincere, one can be sure the reaction from that liar will be nothing but lies. So, do not be deceived. Be on guard and steer away from such people regardless of what status or profession they may have for masks can hide the heart but the truth will be revealed in time to set us free from such deceitful characters!!!

Stay Away from these Four Type of Toxic People

Those with whom we assemble, we soon resemble!

This simple old saying hides a deep Truth that can enlighten and empower every aspect of our lives:

Who we are — our very essence — is continually being transformed by the company we keep.

Stated differently, when we keep the company of what is light and bright, our lives get lighter and brighter. And when we keep the company of what is dark and discouraging, our lives can't help but be dragged downward.

This idea might sound a little simplistic at first, but its power soon becomes evident when we put it to use in the quest to realize our highest aspirations. The key lies in understanding that this principle is active on multiple levels at once. For instance, when referring to "the company we keep," we of course mean the people we spend time with every day — family, friends, co-workers, etc. However, on a deeper and more important level, "company" can also refer to the thoughts and feelings moving within us in any given moment.


1 Muckrakers: These negative sprits live to drag up old painful events and then revel in the anger, resentment, or bitterness that such unhappy memories hold. Stay away from any spirit, in others or in yourself, that wants you to dive into some suffering over what happened in any past moment.

2 Mud Slingers: These malicious spirits pull themselves up by pulling others down. They love to gossip, criticize, judge, and denigrate anyone who ever had the misfortune of spending time with them. The only loyalty these denizens of the unconscious worlds have is to their own pain, which they feed by involving everyone they can in their mud slinging.

3 Swamp Dwellers: There is a group of mired spirits that thrive on low vibrations, and that require a human instrument to play out their endless dark dissonance. Easily recognizable, these misfortunate forces serve up dreadful mental pictures of past and future events for the sake of the unnatural reactions they produce. Ignore these corrupted spirits and they must take their evil speculations elsewhere.

4 Life Haters: These dark spirits perpetuate their hold on the human soul by resisting the beautiful gifts of life. They trick us into commiserating with their complaining, cruelty, and irritation because without our unconscious consent, these chronically conflicted spirits can't spread their poison.

Just as harmful viruses require a human host to exist and thrive, so do negative states require the unconscious consent of human beings to carry out their dark mission. For what power does a negative thought have other than the power to convince a person to do its bidding? The answer is none!

When we begin to consciously withdraw our consent to associate with toxic people, and the toxic thoughts and feelings inside of us, we leave them with no place to thrive. Our real inner work is to sweep clean the places in ourselves where such creatures reside which in turn brightens our life and the lives of everyone around us.

Begin today, this very moment, to withdraw any permission you have unknowingly granted these dark spirits to be in your life. Do not judge yourself, or those around you in whom these misdirected forces are active, but instead come awake and refuse to spend one more moment of your life lending your precious life force to their dark purposes.

This powerful, positive action will change your life. As you begin to refuse to consort with what is dark, you'll find that you begin to attract with what is light, bright, and cheerful. Your relationships will deepen, your professional life will take on new vigor and freshness, and the whole of your days will begin to resemble the radiant Life that you have deliberately chosen as your conscious companion.

Those with whom we assemble, we soon resemble! This simple old saying hides a deep Truth that can enlighten and empower every aspect of our lives: Who we are — our very essence — is continually being transformed by the company we keep. Stated differently, when we keep the company of what is light and bright, our lives get lighter and brighter. And when we keep the company of what is dark and discouraging, our lives can't help but be dragged downward.


I googled for the author of this post and here is some info:

About the Author

This article was written by Guy Finley, who is the best-selling author of over 30 books and audio programs on self-transformation. His works, which have sold over a million copies and have been translated into 16 languages, are recommended by doctors, ministers, and industry leaders. For information about Guy Finley's books, booklets, audio programs, and helpful on-going study groups visit THIS SITE where you can also sign up to receive a free weekly Key Lesson.


Always In My Heart

Posted by Unknown On Sunday, March 4, 2012 2 comments

Personally, I treasure friendship and believe one must make an effort to keep friendships strong unless the other party retreats for whatever reasons known to them. Yet, I do not think of them unkindly but instead, treasure the moments shared in the past and still keep a place in my heart for those individuals. If ties are renewed, good. If not, still I would remember them fondly and not think the worst of them.


I have had a few painful experiences in my life on those rare occasions when I did open up to certain individuals. Contrary to what some may think, I am not an extrovert. It is VERY difficult for me to open up to people to reveal who I am. Few in this world really know me. It is different when blogging because behind the computer screen, I am just words to the reader. However, those who have read my blog long enough would be able to understand what sort of person I am.

Having being hurt many times in the past, I have been very cautious in developing friendships with people. There are acquaintances, friends and then there are true friends. And it is utterly painful when after a period of time when the friendship has developed, due to some misunderstanding the cord is broken.

In the last three years during my 'hibernation' period whereby I have been most hesitant in opening up to people, meeting people or even going for public meetings, it has happened to me three times. Looking back, I do admit even though it still hurts, I miss them. :-( I miss the connection, the exchange and the times shared.

It is too painful to talk about it but the hurt, pain and disappointment will always be there. Yet, the memories of the times shared, exchange of ideas etc will always be there. Sometimes, one cannot explain the chemistry in a friendship when two persons can just talk and talk for hours over a variety of topics and be able to relate with each other in ways that we cannot with others.

On one occasion, we actually talked for seven hours and I kid you not. On another occasion, we talked for five hours non-stop. And one stupid question related to membership was all it took for that person to withdraw and the cold wall was slowly built. I did apologise and tried to mend the walls but alas, due to differences in perspectives, that person shut out not just me, but the rest of us. It has been two years since we last spoke. The last conversation was in December 2009 during which every single response given was 'No', 'No' and 'No'. I never called again. We all do not know the reason for the withdrawal but I hope one day, there will be some form of reconciliation. I never sent that person the poem I wrote about our friendship. :-(

The second person is someone whom I have never met in the real world. All I knew was the pseudonym and that person wrote to me and encouraged me during the worst times of my life. I don't think I would have survived without the support, advice, wisdom and even scientific knowledge breathed into my life then. One day, out of the blue, I received an email saying that the whole family was migrating and that was it. For the last two years, I still send emails to touch base but alas, no response. Still, I will be forever grateful for the connection and will always treasure all the emails shared.

I wrote the following poem and sent it to that mysterious person who was such a pillar of strength for a year. I always wondered if the two were the same person. I guess I will never know.

A TRIBUTE TO MY MYSTERIOUS FRIEND

Like a cool summer's breeze you drifted one day into my life,
In the midst of all my anguish, pain, tears and strife.

From then till now I know not your identity,
Who you are remains a baffling mystery.

Trying relentlessly to discover your name,
Has been such an endless puzzling game.

How I wish had your telephone number,
I'd call you instead of writing this in my state of slumber.

Through the months your mails have breathed into me,
Hope, Faith and Confidence into this worrisome lady.

There were times when thoughts of you filled me with fear,
And yet strangely, it's with you I shared my fears and tears.

Then, suspicion had clouded my complex and perplexed mind,
For I did not realize your sincerity till later as I was blind.

And then one day when the clouds finally drifted away,
In my heart I hope you'll be a friend who'll stay.

The path to self-discovery has truly not been easy,
It has been one wrought with so much pain and misery.

From a mystery to an enigma and now a faceless friend,
I know I can share with you my deepest feelings and rant.

So much value and kindness you have added to my life,
Without your friendship and support, I doubt I would have survived.

If ever you choose to exit from my life,
I want you to know, that disappointment I'll never survive.

I cannot understand the 'how and why' of this connection,
I hope one day, you will provide a clear revelation.

And so in this simple rhyme of mine,
I wish you love, happiness and joy sublime.

A lifetime of sharing, caring and a friendship with you,
Is all I ask and hope from you.


~written by Masterwordsmith~
26th February 2009

I still read those emails shared with those lost friends now and then. It hurts, even now. I will never know why but I guess they were my friends for a reason, for a season. Just when I thought I would never open up to any other person, this person came along and the connection has been a slow one and we could exchange much thoughts and perspectives but just when I could develop trust and thought I had found a good friend, changes came like the British weather. Sometimes the sun blazed brightly and suddenly, winter strikes. Enough said. Too painful. All three experiences hurt in different ways and intensity.

I think the most hurtful part of any friendship is silence. Whatever it is, it takes both parties to maintain a friendship and I pray for the day when things will be normal again. I leave the door open for that day to come because I believe for true friends, we can just pick up from where we left off. Even if that day does not come, they will always have a place in my heart. And yes, I do miss them. Very much. Regardless, I am thankful for those friends who have been with me through the years, through thick and thin, .

Anyway, pardon the midnight rants of a sentimental old lady...Here's a video of the famous poem below. You can watch it AT THIS LINK.



Reason, Season, or Lifetime

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

When you figure out which one it is,
you will know what to do for each person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON,
it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.

They have come to assist you through a difficulty;
to provide you with guidance and support;
to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.

They may seem like a godsend, and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.

Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.

Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.

What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON,
because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.

They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;
things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person,
and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

~Unknown~


And if any one of them is reading this post, THIS SONG IS FOR YOU.


The Bond

Posted by Unknown On Friday, January 13, 2012 8 comments

Here's an old story that always warms my heart. I have posted it before in my other blog but not here. May we be blessed with friends who love us and whom we love. Have a nice day!

I Knew You Would Come

There were two childhood buddies who went through school and college and even joined the army together. War broke out and they were fighting in the same unit. One night they were ambushed.

Bullets were flying all over and out of the darkness came a voice, " Harry, please come and help me."

Harry immediately recognized the voice of his childhood buddy, Bill. He asked the captain if he could go.

The captain said, "No, I can't let you go, I am already short-handed and I cannot afford to lose one more person. Besides, the way Bill sounds he is not going to make it." Harry kept quiet.

Again the voice came, "Harry, please come and help me." Harry sat quietly because the captain had refused earlier.

Again and again the voice came.

Harry couldn't contain himself any longer and told the captain, "Captain, this is my childhood friend. I have to go and help."

The captain reluctantly let him go. Harry crawled through the darkness and dragged Bill back into the trench. They found that Bill was dead.

Now the captain got angry and shouted at Harry, "Didn't I tell you he was not going to make it? He is dead, you could have been killed. That was a mistake."



Harry replied, "Captain, I did the right thing. When I reached Bill he was still alive and his last words were 'Harry, I knew you would come."'

-Author Unknown-


The Portrait of A Friend

Posted by Unknown On Wednesday, January 11, 2012 2 comments

A true friend loveth at all times...

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems,
doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we can seek
answers.

I can't change your past with all its heartache and
pain, nor the future with it's untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not
fall.



Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happinesses are
not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter and joy.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to
judge;
I can only support you, encourage you, and help you
when you ask.



I can't give you boundaries which I have determined
for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.


I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.

-AUTHOR UNKNOWN-

God bless all our friends! Have a nice day!


An Amazing Friendship

Posted by Unknown On Wednesday, December 14, 2011 2 comments

Watch this beautiful video clip of an amazing friendship. Background music is by Enya. Be captivated by the stunning landscape....

Dog lovers will love this clip.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE MOVIE.

Thanks to Angela who sent me this link. Take care and have a lovely day.


Forty-five Lessons from Life

Posted by Unknown On Thursday, September 29, 2011 4 comments

To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick.
Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.

12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.

16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood.
But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.
Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow..

23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25 No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'

27 Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.

35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39.. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.


40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.


41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come.

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.

Its estimated 93% won't forward this. If you are one of the 7% who will, forward this with the title '7%'. I'm in the 7%.

Remember that I will always share my spoon with you!

Friends are the family that we choose for ourselves.

Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio


What Friends Can Do

Posted by Unknown On Wednesday, September 14, 2011 0 comments

Jack tossed the papers on my desk -- his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He jabbed a finger at the proposal.

"Next time you want to change anything, ask me first," he said, turning on his heels and leaving me stewing in anger.

How dare he treat me like that I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar -- something I thought I was paid to do. It's not that I hadn't been warned. The other women, who had served in my place before me, called him names I couldn't repeat. One co-worker took me aside the first day.

"He's personally responsible for two different secretaries leaving the firm," she whispered.

As the weeks went by, I grew to despise Jack. It was against everything I believed in -- turn the other cheek and love your enemies. But Jack quickly slapped a verbal insult on any cheek turned his way. I prayed about it, but to be honest, I wanted to put him in his place, not love him.

One day, another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office, prepared to lose my job if needed, but not before I let the man know how I felt. I opened the door and Jack glanced up.

"What?" he said abruptly. Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all, he deserved it. I sat across from him.

"Jack, the way you've been treating me is wrong. I've never had anyone speak to me that way. As a professional, it's wrong, and it's wrong for me to allow it to continue," I said.

Jack snickered nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me, I prayed.

"I want to make you a promise. I will be a friend," I said. "I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that," I said. "Everybody does."

I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me. Jack avoided me the rest of the week. Proposals, specs, and letters appeared on my desk while I was at lunch, and the corrected versions were not seen again. I brought cookies to the office one day and left a batch on Jack's desk.

Another day I left a note. "Hope your day is going great," it read.

Over the next few weeks, Jack reappeared. He was reserved, but there were no other episodes. Co-workers cornered me in the break room.

"Guess you got to Jack," they said. "You must have told him off good." I shook my head.

"Jack and I are becoming friends," I said in faith. I refused to talk about him. Every time I saw Jack in the hall, I smiled at him. After all, that's what friends do.

One year after our "talk," I discovered I had breast cancer. I was 32, the mother of three beautiful young children, and scared. The cancer had metastasized to my lymph nodes and the statistics were not great for long-term survival.

After surgery, I visited with friends and loved ones who tried to find the right words to say. No one knew what to say. Many said the wrong things. Others wept, and I tried to encourage them. I clung to hope.

The last day of my hospital stay, the door darkened and Jack stood awkwardly on the threshold. I waved him in with a smile and he walked over to my bed and, without a word, placed a bundle beside me. Inside lay several bulbs.

"Tulips," he said. I smiled, not understanding. He cleared his throat.

If you plant them when you get home, they'll come up next spring." He shuffled his feet. "I just wanted you to know that I think you'll be there to see them when they come up."

Tears clouded my eyes and I reached out my hand. "Thank you," I whispered.

Jack grasped my hand and gruffly replied, "You're welcome. You can't see it now, but next spring you'll see the colors I picked out for you." He turned and left without another word.

I have seen those red and white striped tulips push through the soil every spring for over ten years now. In fact, this September the doctor will declare me cured.

I've seen my children graduate from high school and enter college. In a moment when I prayed for just the right word, a man with very few words said all the right things.

After all, that's what friends do.

~ The author of this article is Suzie Eller who is an inspirational speaker, author, and freelance writer. She celebrated her 42nd birthday and 10th year survivor anniversary on the Amazon River in Brazil as part of a medical/dental/construction missions team. Suzie's website is on Facebook at THIS LINK. ~


A Net Addict's Prayer

Posted by Unknown On Thursday, April 21, 2011 4 comments

Dear God,

Every evening as
I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little prayer
keeps running through my head.

God, bless my mom and dad
And bless my little pup
And look out for my sister
When things aren't looking up.

And God, there's one more thing
I wish that you could do
Hope you don't mind my asking


But please bless my computer too.

Now, I know that's not normal
To bless a motherboard
But just listen for a second
While I explain to you, my Lord.

You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends.
Inside those small compartments
Are a hundred of my 'friends'.

I know for sure they like me
By the kindness that they give
And this little scrap of metal
Is how I travel to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
much the same as you
I share in what life brings them
From that our friendship grew.

Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above
To bless this scrap of metal
That's filled with so much love!

-Author Unknown-

*Dedicated to all my friends, relatives, subscribers, followers and blog readers. may God bless each and everyone of you richly. Thank you for reading my blog and for reaching out to me.


Reunion Again

Posted by Unknown On Tuesday, February 15, 2011 0 comments

I have had such a busy day today that I have had no time to read the news or to write. I spent the day with my aunt from US who will be returning to San Francisco soon. We had lunch with my family and then went shopping at Gurney Plaza. I only got home by 6pm and rushed to do my housework before my dinner treat for two former students.

At 7 pm, my former student P'ng Zhen arrived with his girlfriend Carrie. His sister, Erene, could not join us as she was sick. We waited for Teng Chern to come and the PZ drove us to the restaurant where we had dinner.

Following that, we all adjourned to my place and chit-chatted till Suru, Teng Chern's girlfriend came over. We had a great time getting to know each other while my younger boy introduced his Transformers collection to PZ.

I am so happy that both boys are doing very well in Australia. Of course, I am also delighted that they have introduced their girlfriends to me and that we get along just fine. Those in the 1990's who keep in touch with me have connected me to their spouses and kids too!



Next month, I will be meeting up with Belinda Worthington and her family who will be in Penang for a short vacation. She has two lovely kids and resides in Melbourne. I last saw Belinda in 1995. I will also be meeting Carrie Khoo (whom I taught in 1987) who now lives in Singapore. I last saw her in 1992 and we lost touch but reconnected thanks to Facebook.

My deepest apologies to commenters for my slow response to their comments. I will certainly respond by tomorrow morning. I have to keep this short as I need to do my post for tomorrow morning. Take care and have a great day tomorrow. Rest well.


Update About Beng

Posted by Unknown On Monday, February 14, 2011 4 comments

Dear friends and readers, I am truly touched by the many of you who either left comments in my blog, or emailed Beng directly (and some cc-ed me as well) to touch him with your words of encouragement and kindness. One of the emails from a reader and friend really made me cry. Thank you all so much.

This evening, I was on Skype with Angela when she called Beng, only to discover that he is in tears from pain and also crying out loud. Angela was in tears - so was I. She will be coming out soon to see Beng and God willing, I will see Beng together with Angela. Those of you in Penang who would like to visit him, please leave your email separately in the comment box (will not be published) and I will get in touch with you all wrt arrangements as to where to meet etc.

You know, life is so short. It is easy to take life or our loved ones for granted. Just yesterday afternoon, I realized how I have aged and how in a few years, I may be gone. I just hope that in my lifetime, I have touched some lives with mine just as I am sure you have touched many lives with yours. Let us reach out and touch Beng during this challenging time.

Beng messaged Angela to let both of us know that he had sent us an email which I am posting here.




THANK YOU MWS, MANY OF YOUR FOLLOWERS HAVE RESPONDED AND PLEASE THANK THEM ON MY BEHALF...I HAPPEN TO RESPOND TO MY PERSONAL BUDDIES EX UNDERMENTIONED MSG FOR I AM PROUD TO KNOW ALL OF YOU AND IT JUST GIVE ME MORE REASONS TO LIVE ON, TO FIGHT ON AND BACK ON LINE JUST LIKE ANGELA'S LINE DANCING!!!!

To all my buddies and close at hearts,

from the bottom of my heart, I 've enjoyed and treasured the happiness that I have received from all of you in one way or another...therefore in continuing to receive more, I have to live longer with all the blessings in good faith given to me ...less I stopped receiving or sanctioned?

from my own space in isolation, I can't help forgetting the good & not-so-bad moments... and you are the few chosen ones welcome to trespass my space at anytime under no obligation ...

from my own stubborness, I've learned the fear of death within my body, mind and soul especially when it is predictable by doctor based on medical data or expired opinion? whatever, it's always the patient's chance of survival rate and is real mental torture ! anyway, my fight is still ON

from my schooldays, the Saints will keep marching till Auld Lang Syne...



(to be continued ... cheers ! happy hour)

-written by Beng-

Those of you who still want to write to him can do so at:

bengship@yahoo.com

If you prefer to text him, his number is:

cell +6016 4623 926

Hang on,Beng. The battle is not over and we are praying for you. Don't give up!!! Keep praying and believing...

God bless Beng and all of you.


Specially For Beng

Posted by Unknown On Sunday, February 13, 2011 6 comments

On September 3oth last year, I wrote about one of my regular readers named Beng in a post called Beyond Words and Understanding is.... Beng has been a very good hearted person, reader and friend. I have never met him but used to exchange emails with him after he started sending me jokes and other stuff.

Beng suffers from carcinoma of the tongue and is in the final stage of his life. The doctor has given him till until February 28th to be on this earth. Although he has relatives in KL and a brother in Bukit Mertajam, he has not really told them the seriousness of his condition. He lives alone somewhere in Paya Terubong and has net access.

After I put up that post on Beng HERE, I introduced Beng to my dear friend, Angela, a cancer survivor herself. I did not feel competent enough to reach out to Beng because I do not have in-depth understanding about how to deal with or encourage or minister to cancer patients.

Angela has been a source of encouragement and entertainment to Beng. They have forged a beautiful friendship and she is probably coming up to Penang to see him soon. Perhaps now you know why she is such a dear friend to me, and I believe, to Beng too.

Death, to me, is a very painful process. It is traumatic to the one dying and to loved one and friends as well.

This evening, I wish to request you, dear reader, to reach out to Beng as he goes through the last days of his life. He only has about 14 more days to live, according to the doctor.



If you feel moved to send him an email, a card or some inspirational message, please send them to:

bengship@yahoo.com

I really hope that you can reach out to Beng and leave a footprint in his heart that he may know that we remember him and are praying for him.

Thank you, dear reader and friend, for your kindness and compassion.

Take care and do remember Beng in your prayers. Beng, hang on in there ok? We are praying for you. God bless you and everyone always.


Memories...

Posted by Unknown On Monday, December 20, 2010 9 comments

I was 14, way back in 1974, when I met him. (I know you are calculating my age so I might as well tell you that I will turn a golden 50 this Christmas.) Ronnie was Yong's boyfriend. It is funny how we met. I had opened the back door one afternoon and saw this pretty teen in the back lane giggling away with her sisters after I said "Hi", we became very close friends. It was a glorious time then as my neighbourhood was filled with teenagers including Girlie, Beng, Francis, Pauline, Yong, Lily, Kheng Suan (who passed away last year), Jen etc. And we would cycle together in the middle of the night, get chased by dogs as we tried to help ourselves to rambutans and mangoes, if you get my drift.

One day, Yong (aka Sharon living in UK now) introduced me to Ronnie, her boyfriend. They would meet at my house sometimes and I was completely enthralled by Ronnie's prowess in his guitar skills. By then, I was quite a competent guitarist but as always, was never satisfied with my skills and always wanted to play like the pros. Ronnie was a pro in every sense of the word.

He took me under his wings and taught me much about music. Ronnie was the one introduced me to jazz chords and gave me his own handwritten chord charts which I still have today. Those chord charts showed three of four positions of ONE chord and till now, I cannot believe how patient he was in drafting those diagrams neatly, beautifully and most painstakingly - a true labor of love. Those chord sheets are now yellowed and a bit dog-eared but still in good condition - a real treasure!

Ronnie taught me how to ad lib when improvising and what it meant to just let go and go with the feel of music. As I write this, tears are in my eyes because his friendship was a milestone in my musicianship and my life. Without Ronnie, I would never ever have been able to play the following songs exactly like the original artistes:

* If by Bread - He taught me bar by bar how to pluck the introduction and the whole song and how to play it as hauntingly as David Gates did in the original piece. And he taught me how to embellish my playing via the use of harmonics.

* The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel - again Ronnie taught me how to play the intro bars and the correct strumming style. Both of us used to sing in two-part harmony and it was simply fantastic that we shared such musically enriching moments together with Yong who had no feelings of jealousy at all!

* I am a Rock by Simon and Garfunkel - again he played exactly like the original and taught me to do the same after which we would be singing our lungs out..."I am a rock...I am an iiiiiis-land"

* Long haired Woman in a Black Dress by The Hollies - Ronnie introduced me to a different genre and I left behind all those sentimental songs once I could play rock songs like this one and also The Air the I breathe

* Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple, Santana's Oye Como Va, Black Magic Woman and many more songs - It is because of Ronnie that I learnt and tried my best to master different genres and explored other possibilities.

And to think that Ronnie taught me free of charge - because of his love for music and because he was my friend.

To me, Penang has lost one of her best musicians - home grown talent indeed because Ronnie was a self-taught musician who sang, taught and played both the piano and guitar beautifully, skilfully and effortlessly so much feeling and depth. As a musician, he showed such passion for what he did or played or sang. When playing or teaching or performing - it was always about MUSIC, not about him showing off cos that was never Ronnie.

A most unassuming man, Ronnie would always try to impart his love for that particular song, his 'feel' and 'groove' for that piece of music. Eyes closed, he would play in oblivion, forgetting the rest of us in the room. Sometimes, he, Yong and I would be sitting on the swing in my garden singing away as he strummed his guitar.

I cannot forget those times when a knock on my backdoor would tell me the two of them would be coming over for the evening or afternoon.

When they broke up a few years later, I was deeply saddened for it was never the same again. We all went our separate ways. Yong left for UK and Ronnie was busy performing and doing his music school and shop with Philip, his dear brother.

Occasionally, we would bump into each other and talk about our spouses, our kids and where we were in our lives, particularly in music. A few months ago, I took my older boy to Art Tune Music Supplies at Kajang Road to buy another guitar pedal. I was so happy when I bumped into him and he showed my son various techniques and we chatted. Indeed he was very happy then that my son is now a music undergrad majoring in violin and minoring in guitar. We chatted happily not knowing what was ahead for us in the future.

Two weeks ago, I picked up a copy of The Star. My husband only buys The Star on public holidays and weekends. As I turned to the Obituary section, my heart sank when I saw the announcement about Ronnie's demise. I held the newspaper in my hands in shock and eyes flooded Much as I was devastated by his passing, I could not bring myself to attend his funeral because since my dad's passing, I have not attended any funerals. It is just too painful. And this has been a particularly BAD year cos every month, someone - a friend or a relative or a friend's relative passed away. I shared my grief with Jen, another old friend who lived two roads away in my old neighbourhood. The last time we spoke was when another old friend - Lim Kheng Suan - passed away.

A few days later, I called Ronnie's brother, Philip, to ask how he passed away. With much grief and sadness, Philip explained how Ronnie, was so busy and committed about developing his business that he never went for a medical checkup even though there were some medical issues.

Ronnie Ng Kah Peng left behind his music in my heart and in the hearts of those who loved him, knew him and enjoyed his music. I feel very sad that not many knew of him. That was Ronnie. He did not hanker after fame, fortune or glamor or bright lines. He could have been so famous but he was contented to just be who he was - playing the music that he loved and money was secondary to him.

I sincerely hope that Philip will produce an album of his songs that his music might live on...

This post is dedicated to the memory of my dear old friend and guitar sifu, Ronnie Ng Kah Peng. Thank you for the music. Thank you for the friendship and thank you so much for teaching me to love music and life. You taught me to always be happy and not to worry. You listened to my teenage angst and made me see that all it takes is the right attitude - in life and in music. I am sorry that I did not take time to touch base with you and to spend some time with you to catch up and now, it is too late. May you always rest in peace and live in our hearts, Ronnie.

Here's a video clip that I http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifjust produced. Pardon my amateur approach. This is my third time making a video clip and I still have lots to learn.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE VIDEO.

Thanks to Philip who sent me the photograph and mp3 file of this song.

If any of you knew Ronnie, or wish you had known him, please leave a comment. Thanks! May each of us cherish life and take care of our health and spend precious moments with our loved ones and friends. After I learnt of Ronnie's passing, I went for a thorough medical check up an blogged about it HERE. If you have not gone for your check up, please do so. Life is precious. Take care, eat well, live happily and have a lovely day!


Friend or Acquaintance?

Posted by Unknown On Sunday, October 31, 2010 0 comments

There is a difference between being an acquaintance and being a friend. An acquaintance is someone whose name you know, who you see every now and then, who you probably have something in common with and who you feel comfortable around.



It's a person that you can invite to your home and share things with. But they are people who you don't share your life with, whose actions sometimes you don't understand because you don't know enough about them.

On the other hand, a friend is someone you love. Not that you are "in love" with them, but you care about them and you think about them when they are not there. The people you are reminded of when you see something they might like, and you know this because you know them so well. They are the people whose pictures you have and whose faces are in your head regardless.

Friends are the people you feel safe around because you know they care about you. They call just to see how you are doing, because a friend doesn't need an excuse. They tell you the truth, the first time, and you do the same. You know that if you have a problem, they are there to listen.

Friends are the people who won't laugh at you or hurt you, and if they do hurt you they try hard to make it up to you. They are the people you love, regardless of whether you realize it.

Friends are the people you cried with when you got rejected from colleges and during the last song at the prom and at graduation. They are the people that when you hug them, you don't think about how long to hug and who's going to be the first one to let go.

Maybe they are the people that hold the rings at your wedding, or maybe they are the people who will give/gave you away at your wedding, or maybe they are the people you marry. Maybe they are the people who cry at your wedding because they are happy for you or because they are proud of you.

They are the people who stop you from making mistakes and help you when you do. They are the people whose hand you can hold, or you can hug or give them a kiss and not have it be awkward because they understand the things you do and they love you for them.

They stick with you and stand by you. They hold your hand. They watch you live and you watch them live and you learn from them. Your life is not the same without them.

* I posted this in 2009 and am reposting it as I am in a nostalgic mood. May you be blessed by sincere and loving friends. Take care and have a great day!


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