Its a gloomy sunday afternoon with showers since morning.... I have not blog for quite a long time le.. partly bcos been busy since school start.. not bcos of homework or projects... but to jiggle between work and school.. its hard.. but i think im slowly gettin used to it.. or 'numb' may be a better word...


june is approaching and im definately not looking forward to it.... nobody knows the verdict ... but i can 99.9% guessed it...but i told myself im not going to let this matter affect me.. cox there are many people who need my support better... i cant afford to be sick.. cant afford to be tired.. can't afford to run away..... im too 'poor' to afford comfort and support...


BUT its okie la.. tat's life for you .. in case there are people reading tis section of my blog.. dun ask mi wats wrong.. dun ask mi wat happen.. jus treat me per normal... cox i may not even answer your question...'Jus walk beside me.. and be my friend....'

lala.

.:AngeL+DeViL blogged on 12:16 PM:.
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this is one of my fav tracks in the 'Take the Lead' Cd album.. courtesy from FISh....i really thank god that music was creatd bcox it is really my relaxing medicine and is one of those that i cannot live without. i need to listen to music every single day.. if not, i will feel that sth lacking ... haha well i guess i got the 'over pro music' illness... which i do not wish to be cured..... til the next timwe i blog again.. to all my friends remain happy and smileS =)

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.:AngeL+DeViL blogged on 12:21 AM:.
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Lessons on Life
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.


The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.


The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.


The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.


The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.


The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.


He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.


Moral lessons:Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later

.:AngeL+DeViL blogged on 3:23 AM:.

> > An amazing Love Story
>>He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after
>>her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the
>>party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but
>>due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was
>>too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please,
>>let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "would you please give me
>>some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."


> >Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he
> >put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why
> >you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near
> >the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea,
> >just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty
> >coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my
> >hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While

> >saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
> >That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can
> >tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home,
> >has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about
> >her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice
> >talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.


> >They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets
> >all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was
> >such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!


> >Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess
> >married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And,
> > every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee , as she
> > knew that's the way he liked it.


> >After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:
> >"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I
> > said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so
> >nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It
> > was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be
> > the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times
> > in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to
> > lie to you for anything..


> > Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like
> > the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty
> > coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for
> > anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my
> > whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you
> >and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".


> > er tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her:
> > what's the taste of salty coffee?
> > It's sweet. She replied.


> > > > > > Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!
> > > > > > Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one
> > > > > > you like will leave you for the one they love.


> > > > > > > > Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.
> > Who calls you back when you hang up on him.
> > Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
> > > > Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.
> > Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in
> > your sweats.
> > Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
> > > > Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much
> he
> > cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
> > Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's
> > her."

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Yeah well...Dou dou already officially Intruded my blog to demand Photos liao.. of cox i hab to gib rite.. haix... NA..... here goes la..

.:AngeL+DeViL blogged on 11:22 PM:.
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Its the start of year three yesterday.. Time fly like a rocket speed...but as i continue my next journey in SW, special bonds are made, friendship becomes stronger, i hab to begin my new road ahead... life will be tough... very.... but im going to keep walking... dosen matter if im walking fast or slow... im just going to keep walking .. i'll treat every obstacle as a learning point, very success as another need for improvement and every advantage as a helping hand....i can sense my life taking a turn 360 degrees.. but no matter wat , it will have to go back to point 0 degrees...

Stay happy......

.:AngeL+DeViL blogged on 11:42 AM:.
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