一种可以让我为之疯狂的东西，可以不吃不眠的，可以一天都呆在我的狗窝里， 就只有 “它”了 ---- 动画片。
最近有在追看其中一部动画 ---- 死神 ， 这是一部非常出色的动画片，看了开头就不能回头了，就好像是吃白粉一样，会上瘾的，过一段时间就会想着 “它”，很想一次过把“它”看完。
可是不是每一样东西都这么完美的，时间的不允许，电脑的不帮助，线路的缓慢，都让我的梦想破灭，所以只可以慢慢的一集一集的等，一集一集的看，以解我的“毒瘾”。
就像人生，某些东西是急不来的，只能默默的耕耘，等待收成的时候，虽然现今社会的人都不再相信“先苦后甜”的道理了，可是向日葵还是觉得这是磨练我们最好、最直接的方法。
（以下是一些与死神有关的网址，供向日葵自己看的，如果有兴趣也可去看看，谢谢各位。）
http://www.tudou.com/playlist/playindex.do?lid=2719177&iid=13943555
http://www.tudou.com/playlist/id/2719177/
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/L7yUl84p674/
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/TRkIPmOK_ww/
Tuesday, March 18
Sunday, March 16
葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留
這是我從一个懒人的部落格中轉載下來的，而他也是從别人的部落格轉過來的故事。由於故事感人，所以先不管了，和大家一起分享，“樹、葉子與風”之間的關係。
~~樹 ~~
會叫樹的原因，是因為我擅長畫水彩畫，最愛畫樹，久而久之，我的畫作右下方索性以一棵樹來代表我。 高中三年交過五個女朋友，有一個女孩子，我很愛她，卻遲遲不敢追，她沒有美麗的面孔，沒有姣好的身材，沒有撩人的魅力，一個再平凡不過的女孩子。
我喜歡她，真的真的很喜歡她，喜歡她的單純，她的直率，她的可愛，她的智障，她的脆弱。 不追她的原因，也許是潛意識覺得平凡如她配不上我；也許是因為怕在一起後，一切的好感都會消失；也許是怕外人的指指點點傷害了她；也許是覺得，她會是我的，不用急著為了她而放棄一切。最後這個原因，讓她陪了我三年，讓她看著我和別的女孩子廝混了三年，讓她心痛了三年。
她很想當一個好演員，但我卻像一個嚴苛的導演。我和第二個女朋友在廁所接吻，被她撞見，她尷尬的笑笑說：「Go ~ on！」然後跑掉，第二天，她眼睛腫得像核桃一樣，我故意不去猜想是誰讓她哭成這樣，嘲笑了她一天，她在所有人都回家後，在教室哭了起來，她不知道練球回來拿東西的我，看了她一個多小時。
我的第四個女朋友，一直很不喜歡她，有次她們兩個吵了起來，我知道依她的個性不會去惹事，但我還是護著女朋友，她被我吼了一下後，愣住，眼淚滑了下來，我無視她的眼淚，陪女友走出教室，第二天，她依舊嘻嘻哈哈的和我開玩笑，我知道她很難過，但她不會知道我的心不比她好受。
當我和第五個女朋友分手時，我約她出去玩，玩了一天我對她說："我有事要對妳說。"
"真巧，我也有事要對你說。"
"我和她分手了。"
"我和他在一起了。"
"我知道"他"是誰，他追她也有一陣子了，是個蠻可愛的男孩子，活潑有趣，充滿了熱情，追她追得滿城風雨。
我不能表現自己的心痛，只能笑笑地恭喜她，但當我回到家，心中的痛楚強烈得令我無法承受，像有個千斤重的石頭壓在我胸口，我無法呼吸，想大叫卻叫不出來，眼淚竟然滑了下來，我掩面大哭，多少次，我也看著她為了那個不願承認的人掩面大哭。
畢業典禮時，我在手機上發現了一封簡訊，這是十天前，我掩面大哭時傳來的，只是我一直沒有去開過機。<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留>
~~葉子~~
高中時，喜歡蒐集葉子，why？因為我覺得，一片葉子要離開它長期依賴的樹，好勇敢哩！ 高中三年，我和一個男孩子很好，不算男女朋友那種好，是好朋友那種好，但是，在他交第一個女朋友時，我學會了一種不該有的感覺，吃醋，心中的酸，不是一顆檸檬可以比喻，那就像是100顆臭酸的檸檬，酸到不行，他們只在一起兩個月，當他們分手，我還得掩飾自己心中強烈的喜悅，但是一個月後，他和另一個女孩子在一起。
我喜歡他，也知道他喜歡我，可是，他為什麼總是不追我呢？明明喜歡彼此，為什麼不行動？每當他交一個女朋友，我就心痛一次，一次又一次的打擊，讓我不禁懷疑，是我一廂情願嗎？不愛我，為什麼要對我那麼好？他對我的好，已經不是普通朋友可以做到。
喜歡一個人，好難過，我可以清楚的知道他的喜好，他的習慣，唯獨他對我的感覺，我猜不透，難道要我這個女孩子去開口嗎？儘管如此，我還是想在他身邊，關心他，陪他，愛他，也許算是一種等待的行為，等待他回來愛我，就像每天晚上等他的電話，等他的簡訊，我知道，就算他再忙，也會撥出一些時間給我。這樣的等待，陪了我三年，等待是難熬的，是令人想放棄的，但等到的那一剎那，讓人第二天會繼續等下去。這樣的煎熬，這樣的痛苦，這樣的幸福，這樣的矛盾，陪了我三年。
直到三年級下學期，高二一個學弟喜歡上我，每天的熱情追求，令我從一開始的拒絕，漸漸願意挪出我心房的一些位置給他。他像一陣溫柔而持久的風，撩撥我這片搖搖欲墜的葉子，到最後，我發現我已經不想只留一點點的位置給這陣風，我知道這陣風，會帶我這片傷痕累累的葉子，到更幸福的地方。 於是我離開了樹，樹只是笑笑，沒有留。<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留>
~~風 ~~
因為我喜歡的女孩子叫葉子，因為她有一棵令她依戀的樹，所以我要當一陣風，一陣呵護她的風。 第一次看見她，是高二我轉來一個月後的事，個子小小的她坐在球場旁，一雙眼凝視著同和我在球場的學長，每天的社團時間，她總會坐在那裡，一個人，和朋友，她的眼光依舊凝視著他，當他和女孩子打打鬧鬧，她的眼中有淚，當他看向她，她的眼中有笑。
看她成了我的習慣，就像她愛看他。有一天她沒來，我心中沒來由的焦慮與不安，我無法解釋那種感覺，除了不安，還是不安，而且那學長竟然也不在。我衝去他們教室，躲在外面，看著學長罵她，她的眼淚，他的離去。 第二天，她依舊坐在場邊，看著他，我走過去，對她笑一笑，拿了張紙條給她，她先是驚訝的看著我，然後笑笑地收下。 隔天，她拿著紙條出現在我面前，然後離開。
「葉子的心太沉重，風吹不動。」
「不是葉子的心太沉重，是葉子根本就不想離開樹。」
我回給她這段話後，她漸漸會和我說話，收我的禮物，接我的電話。
我知道她喜歡的不是我，但我還是有毅力一定要讓她喜歡上我，四個月內我告白了不下20次，每一次她都轉移話題，但我還是不會放棄，我決定要的人，我就一定會給它追過來！ 一直到不知道第幾次的告白，出了口，雖然知道她一定會又說到別的事，但還是有一絲絲希望她的答應，沒想到她都不說話。
"妳在幹嘛？怎麼不說話？
"我對著話筒說。"我在點頭。""啊？"
我不敢相信自己的耳朵。
"我在點頭！"她大聲叫。我甩掉電話，匆匆披上一件衣服，上了機車，衝去她們家按門鈴，當她開門的那一剎那，緊緊抱住她。
<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留。>
好像电视连续剧的情景，可是却很让人觉得伤感。
记得如果你有一个自己心仪的人，记住千万不要像故事的主角那样，而是勇敢的说出来，就算换来的可能是短暂的相聚，也好过无疾而终啦。
~~樹 ~~
會叫樹的原因，是因為我擅長畫水彩畫，最愛畫樹，久而久之，我的畫作右下方索性以一棵樹來代表我。 高中三年交過五個女朋友，有一個女孩子，我很愛她，卻遲遲不敢追，她沒有美麗的面孔，沒有姣好的身材，沒有撩人的魅力，一個再平凡不過的女孩子。
我喜歡她，真的真的很喜歡她，喜歡她的單純，她的直率，她的可愛，她的智障，她的脆弱。 不追她的原因，也許是潛意識覺得平凡如她配不上我；也許是因為怕在一起後，一切的好感都會消失；也許是怕外人的指指點點傷害了她；也許是覺得，她會是我的，不用急著為了她而放棄一切。最後這個原因，讓她陪了我三年，讓她看著我和別的女孩子廝混了三年，讓她心痛了三年。
她很想當一個好演員，但我卻像一個嚴苛的導演。我和第二個女朋友在廁所接吻，被她撞見，她尷尬的笑笑說：「Go ~ on！」然後跑掉，第二天，她眼睛腫得像核桃一樣，我故意不去猜想是誰讓她哭成這樣，嘲笑了她一天，她在所有人都回家後，在教室哭了起來，她不知道練球回來拿東西的我，看了她一個多小時。
我的第四個女朋友，一直很不喜歡她，有次她們兩個吵了起來，我知道依她的個性不會去惹事，但我還是護著女朋友，她被我吼了一下後，愣住，眼淚滑了下來，我無視她的眼淚，陪女友走出教室，第二天，她依舊嘻嘻哈哈的和我開玩笑，我知道她很難過，但她不會知道我的心不比她好受。
當我和第五個女朋友分手時，我約她出去玩，玩了一天我對她說："我有事要對妳說。"
"真巧，我也有事要對你說。"
"我和她分手了。"
"我和他在一起了。"
"我知道"他"是誰，他追她也有一陣子了，是個蠻可愛的男孩子，活潑有趣，充滿了熱情，追她追得滿城風雨。
我不能表現自己的心痛，只能笑笑地恭喜她，但當我回到家，心中的痛楚強烈得令我無法承受，像有個千斤重的石頭壓在我胸口，我無法呼吸，想大叫卻叫不出來，眼淚竟然滑了下來，我掩面大哭，多少次，我也看著她為了那個不願承認的人掩面大哭。
畢業典禮時，我在手機上發現了一封簡訊，這是十天前，我掩面大哭時傳來的，只是我一直沒有去開過機。<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留>
~~葉子~~
高中時，喜歡蒐集葉子，why？因為我覺得，一片葉子要離開它長期依賴的樹，好勇敢哩！ 高中三年，我和一個男孩子很好，不算男女朋友那種好，是好朋友那種好，但是，在他交第一個女朋友時，我學會了一種不該有的感覺，吃醋，心中的酸，不是一顆檸檬可以比喻，那就像是100顆臭酸的檸檬，酸到不行，他們只在一起兩個月，當他們分手，我還得掩飾自己心中強烈的喜悅，但是一個月後，他和另一個女孩子在一起。
我喜歡他，也知道他喜歡我，可是，他為什麼總是不追我呢？明明喜歡彼此，為什麼不行動？每當他交一個女朋友，我就心痛一次，一次又一次的打擊，讓我不禁懷疑，是我一廂情願嗎？不愛我，為什麼要對我那麼好？他對我的好，已經不是普通朋友可以做到。
喜歡一個人，好難過，我可以清楚的知道他的喜好，他的習慣，唯獨他對我的感覺，我猜不透，難道要我這個女孩子去開口嗎？儘管如此，我還是想在他身邊，關心他，陪他，愛他，也許算是一種等待的行為，等待他回來愛我，就像每天晚上等他的電話，等他的簡訊，我知道，就算他再忙，也會撥出一些時間給我。這樣的等待，陪了我三年，等待是難熬的，是令人想放棄的，但等到的那一剎那，讓人第二天會繼續等下去。這樣的煎熬，這樣的痛苦，這樣的幸福，這樣的矛盾，陪了我三年。
直到三年級下學期，高二一個學弟喜歡上我，每天的熱情追求，令我從一開始的拒絕，漸漸願意挪出我心房的一些位置給他。他像一陣溫柔而持久的風，撩撥我這片搖搖欲墜的葉子，到最後，我發現我已經不想只留一點點的位置給這陣風，我知道這陣風，會帶我這片傷痕累累的葉子，到更幸福的地方。 於是我離開了樹，樹只是笑笑，沒有留。<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留>
~~風 ~~
因為我喜歡的女孩子叫葉子，因為她有一棵令她依戀的樹，所以我要當一陣風，一陣呵護她的風。 第一次看見她，是高二我轉來一個月後的事，個子小小的她坐在球場旁，一雙眼凝視著同和我在球場的學長，每天的社團時間，她總會坐在那裡，一個人，和朋友，她的眼光依舊凝視著他，當他和女孩子打打鬧鬧，她的眼中有淚，當他看向她，她的眼中有笑。
看她成了我的習慣，就像她愛看他。有一天她沒來，我心中沒來由的焦慮與不安，我無法解釋那種感覺，除了不安，還是不安，而且那學長竟然也不在。我衝去他們教室，躲在外面，看著學長罵她，她的眼淚，他的離去。 第二天，她依舊坐在場邊，看著他，我走過去，對她笑一笑，拿了張紙條給她，她先是驚訝的看著我，然後笑笑地收下。 隔天，她拿著紙條出現在我面前，然後離開。
「葉子的心太沉重，風吹不動。」
「不是葉子的心太沉重，是葉子根本就不想離開樹。」
我回給她這段話後，她漸漸會和我說話，收我的禮物，接我的電話。
我知道她喜歡的不是我，但我還是有毅力一定要讓她喜歡上我，四個月內我告白了不下20次，每一次她都轉移話題，但我還是不會放棄，我決定要的人，我就一定會給它追過來！ 一直到不知道第幾次的告白，出了口，雖然知道她一定會又說到別的事，但還是有一絲絲希望她的答應，沒想到她都不說話。
"妳在幹嘛？怎麼不說話？
"我對著話筒說。"我在點頭。""啊？"
我不敢相信自己的耳朵。
"我在點頭！"她大聲叫。我甩掉電話，匆匆披上一件衣服，上了機車，衝去她們家按門鈴，當她開門的那一剎那，緊緊抱住她。
<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留。>
好像电视连续剧的情景，可是却很让人觉得伤感。
记得如果你有一个自己心仪的人，记住千万不要像故事的主角那样，而是勇敢的说出来，就算换来的可能是短暂的相聚，也好过无疾而终啦。
Thursday, March 13
不想放的长假
做了这么久的工以来，第一次放了自己一次这么长的病假--- 三个星期，也是向日葵活了27 年以来，有生以来第一次这么害怕自己会毁容。为什么呢？
是因为长了这么大才来出水痘，那里不好长，偏偏就往脸上长了一大堆，搞到整个脸像发水面包那样肿了起来。
水痘啊，水痘啊，你为什么要这样对我呢？除了手臂和小腿没有被攻陷之外，全身就没有一处是完好的，就像箭靶那样中箭无数。
妈呀，我该怎么办？
是因为长了这么大才来出水痘，那里不好长，偏偏就往脸上长了一大堆，搞到整个脸像发水面包那样肿了起来。
水痘啊，水痘啊，你为什么要这样对我呢？除了手臂和小腿没有被攻陷之外，全身就没有一处是完好的，就像箭靶那样中箭无数。
妈呀，我该怎么办？
Monday, February 18
Two Choices...
"I get this story from the email, posted here to share with all of u gals and guys...."
What would you do?....you make the choice.
Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one.
Read it anyway.
My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?' The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the way Shay'Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message.
Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day
What would you do?....you make the choice.
Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one.
Read it anyway.
My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?' The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the way Shay'Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message.
Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day
Wednesday, February 13
It's bad news...but this is life...
I received a sms this morning, the statement said,"Uncle had passed away this morning, your mom is very sad now.."
Life is unpredictable, I just met with my uncle last three days before during the CNY, I visited him at his house in Pengkalan, he is healthy enough to walk here and there, we have a chat that day and he even have jokes with us.
But who will knows that was the last time I talked to him and joke with him... and now I will never see him again in the future...
Last month my auntie passed away due to her sickness, and this month another auntie also admitted in ICU due to the bleeding in her brain and she is still in coma now.
This is what we called FATE....
We cannot control our life and we don't know what will happen next...
What we can do are "LOVE your family, LOVE your relatives, LOVE your friends, LOVE your job, LOVE your colleagues when you are still around, when you still have time, when you still alive...."
Coz we never know what will gonna happen tomorrow and what is waiting for us there.
Life is unpredictable, time is the most precious thing we have, make full use of it, don't waste any of it, money can't buy it back....
Life is unpredictable, I just met with my uncle last three days before during the CNY, I visited him at his house in Pengkalan, he is healthy enough to walk here and there, we have a chat that day and he even have jokes with us.
But who will knows that was the last time I talked to him and joke with him... and now I will never see him again in the future...
Last month my auntie passed away due to her sickness, and this month another auntie also admitted in ICU due to the bleeding in her brain and she is still in coma now.
This is what we called FATE....
We cannot control our life and we don't know what will happen next...
What we can do are "LOVE your family, LOVE your relatives, LOVE your friends, LOVE your job, LOVE your colleagues when you are still around, when you still have time, when you still alive...."
Coz we never know what will gonna happen tomorrow and what is waiting for us there.
Life is unpredictable, time is the most precious thing we have, make full use of it, don't waste any of it, money can't buy it back....
Wednesday, February 6
很多的人生第一次
没有想到在我刚要踏入二十七岁的时候让我有很多的机会学习到这么多的东西，同时也发生了很多的人生第一次。
第一次以另类的方式庆祝自己的生日，第一次需要担当这么大的职位，第一次发现自己原来是这么厉害，也那么的无奈，第一次觉得自己的知识原来就像是大海里的一颗小沙石，还第一次发现原来这世界上真的是很多“笑脸虎”“笑里藏刀”的人。
以前常被朋友笑我说：“不要常常把陌生人都当好人，给人骗了都不知道发生什么事情哦。”
如果人常常都戴着有色眼镜去看人，我觉得那是很辛苦的事，所以我只会单纯的去与人相处，喜欢就讲几句，不喜欢的话就提起脚走开咯，又不会辛苦自己也不会伤害到别人。
今年的生日真的是带给我很多的惊喜，很多的新鲜事。自从大学毕业以来，这还是我第一次自己一个人来到这么陌生的地方（因为大学时还有一些以前同班的同学一起去报到，所以不算是一个人嘛），没有一个人是自己认识的，活了这么久也不曾踏足过的州属，真的很佩服自己，好像自己又长大了，可以自己好好照顾自己那样。
来到了有米都之称的吉打州，心里有百般滋味，不知是喜还是悲，是祸是福。
第一次觉得自己真的需要很多的时间、耐力与坚持才不会迷失自己。好好的加油吧。
第一次以另类的方式庆祝自己的生日，第一次需要担当这么大的职位，第一次发现自己原来是这么厉害，也那么的无奈，第一次觉得自己的知识原来就像是大海里的一颗小沙石，还第一次发现原来这世界上真的是很多“笑脸虎”“笑里藏刀”的人。
以前常被朋友笑我说：“不要常常把陌生人都当好人，给人骗了都不知道发生什么事情哦。”
如果人常常都戴着有色眼镜去看人，我觉得那是很辛苦的事，所以我只会单纯的去与人相处，喜欢就讲几句，不喜欢的话就提起脚走开咯，又不会辛苦自己也不会伤害到别人。
今年的生日真的是带给我很多的惊喜，很多的新鲜事。自从大学毕业以来，这还是我第一次自己一个人来到这么陌生的地方（因为大学时还有一些以前同班的同学一起去报到，所以不算是一个人嘛），没有一个人是自己认识的，活了这么久也不曾踏足过的州属，真的很佩服自己，好像自己又长大了，可以自己好好照顾自己那样。
来到了有米都之称的吉打州，心里有百般滋味，不知是喜还是悲，是祸是福。
第一次觉得自己真的需要很多的时间、耐力与坚持才不会迷失自己。好好的加油吧。
一生难忘的生日
在2008年2月5日的晚上八点多，我随着我的手下约50多人在会议室进行了约半个小时的 briefing，就出发到要执行任务的地点，整十多辆车就浩浩荡荡的开始今晚的路障行动。
平常给人查的多了, 今天是有生以来第一次有权查别人的 Road Tax 和License的人，而不在是那个被查的人。
今晚真的很多的第一次，第一次亲眼看到那些摩托骑士如何 “英勇”的为了逃避被检举而危险驾驶，如何厉害的“横冲直撞”的冲过我们的路障，果然是大开眼界。
不止这样，我还第一次在警察局倒数自己生日当天的尾声，原因是因为我的部属在发传票的时候被人恐吓了，所以我就陪他到警察局备案。来到警察局还不止这么简单，还遇到了很多峰回路转的突发事件，让我来个措手不及。
首先是我们竟然在警察局遇到了那个恐吓我的部属的人也在报案，过后我们竟然还被指说对他无礼，还要我们对他那被充公的车辆负上全责。
为何那个人会把话讲的这么串呢？原因很简单就是因为认识谁谁，某某人那样咯。如果我们不照着他说的那样做，我们就要担心咯，这就是他威胁的原因啦。
没有办法之下我们到警察局第二趟才能顺利的报到案，搞到半夜两点多才回到公司。
回到家的时候也已经是凌晨三点了，这就是本人在今年生日所经历的事件了。我想应该没有人会像我这样生日还在路边吃西北风，搞得满脸灰尘的在看惊险戏上映，最后还要在警察局渡过吧。
不用羡慕，如果你想试一试，我下次可以带你一起去咯。
平常给人查的多了, 今天是有生以来第一次有权查别人的 Road Tax 和License的人，而不在是那个被查的人。
今晚真的很多的第一次，第一次亲眼看到那些摩托骑士如何 “英勇”的为了逃避被检举而危险驾驶，如何厉害的“横冲直撞”的冲过我们的路障，果然是大开眼界。
不止这样，我还第一次在警察局倒数自己生日当天的尾声，原因是因为我的部属在发传票的时候被人恐吓了，所以我就陪他到警察局备案。来到警察局还不止这么简单，还遇到了很多峰回路转的突发事件，让我来个措手不及。
首先是我们竟然在警察局遇到了那个恐吓我的部属的人也在报案，过后我们竟然还被指说对他无礼，还要我们对他那被充公的车辆负上全责。
为何那个人会把话讲的这么串呢？原因很简单就是因为认识谁谁，某某人那样咯。如果我们不照着他说的那样做，我们就要担心咯，这就是他威胁的原因啦。
没有办法之下我们到警察局第二趟才能顺利的报到案，搞到半夜两点多才回到公司。
回到家的时候也已经是凌晨三点了，这就是本人在今年生日所经历的事件了。我想应该没有人会像我这样生日还在路边吃西北风，搞得满脸灰尘的在看惊险戏上映，最后还要在警察局渡过吧。
不用羡慕，如果你想试一试，我下次可以带你一起去咯。
Tuesday, February 5
不是我狠心。。。
到了今天我才真真的看完了猪三姐在她的部落格写的东西，我真的很感动，快要哭了，猪三姐果然是一个多愁伤感的女人，连写的东西都这么扇情，你猪啊你。
写了这么多关与我的故事，可是我自己却不知道，你好啊，让全世界的人都在笑话我了。。。。
呜。。呜。。呜。。呜。。
还害我哭了。。。
你们怎么只买蛋糕给小晴，那我的呢？我也要一个。。。
猪三姐啊，你要好好照顾自己哦，我等会儿就来找你了。。。
写了这么多关与我的故事，可是我自己却不知道，你好啊，让全世界的人都在笑话我了。。。。
呜。。呜。。呜。。呜。。
还害我哭了。。。
你们怎么只买蛋糕给小晴，那我的呢？我也要一个。。。
猪三姐啊，你要好好照顾自己哦，我等会儿就来找你了。。。
上班第二天
今天上班真的是与众不同了，很多新的经验，新的尝试，新的事物。第一次有自己的泊车位，还有遮阳棚，而且还是在我老板的车位隔壁，人家说这就是州属与总部的不一样，果然是不同凡响，这里好像是有是皇亲国戚的待遇，你就是老板了那样。
今天我还有机会亲手摸一摸真的手枪和子弹，原来枪真的是很重的，不像电视里的男主角那样可以把它fling 来 fling去那么容易。
今天有了自己的电脑，所以就在这里更进我的部落格，很久没有写东西了，好像不会写了那样，好了，今天就写到这里了，明天开始放假，下个星期二才回来咯。
祝我自己今天生日快乐，天天开心，青春美丽，身体健康，新年快乐咯。
今天我还有机会亲手摸一摸真的手枪和子弹，原来枪真的是很重的，不像电视里的男主角那样可以把它fling 来 fling去那么容易。
今天有了自己的电脑，所以就在这里更进我的部落格，很久没有写东西了，好像不会写了那样，好了，今天就写到这里了，明天开始放假，下个星期二才回来咯。
祝我自己今天生日快乐，天天开心，青春美丽，身体健康，新年快乐咯。
第一天上班
昨天第一天上班 差一点就被我的新老板吓到，以为自己这次真的不能放假回家过年了。还好后来申请被批了（我的CC 刚刚才通知我，我的假被批了，hurray.... 可以回家了。）
除了不能放假，我也是被吓倒了，不是我的新老板很丑吓到了，而是被我自己的衔头吓倒了。原来我这个小小职员还有这么大的权力，我可算是一人之下，四、五十人之上，有一种飘飘然的感觉。
一进到自己的房间，哇好大哦，大到有沙发，有电视银幕，有很多的橱，还有很大张的桌子，总之就是有很多、很大的空间就是啦。
下午我和同事就外出巡逻，看看四周的环境和带我认识其他分行的同事，很爽的感觉。
虽然今天没有什么东西做，可是却觉得来到这里工作也算是一个很不错的地方，还好当天我听他的话，没有申请转去别的地方，不然真的没有现在这种生活了。
谢谢你了。我会努力的啦。你也是要加油哦。
除了不能放假，我也是被吓倒了，不是我的新老板很丑吓到了，而是被我自己的衔头吓倒了。原来我这个小小职员还有这么大的权力，我可算是一人之下，四、五十人之上，有一种飘飘然的感觉。
一进到自己的房间，哇好大哦，大到有沙发，有电视银幕，有很多的橱，还有很大张的桌子，总之就是有很多、很大的空间就是啦。
下午我和同事就外出巡逻，看看四周的环境和带我认识其他分行的同事，很爽的感觉。
虽然今天没有什么东西做，可是却觉得来到这里工作也算是一个很不错的地方，还好当天我听他的话，没有申请转去别的地方，不然真的没有现在这种生活了。
谢谢你了。我会努力的啦。你也是要加油哦。
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