Life

Life in itself, a fragility.
It can be so strong that nothing can weaken it's will.
Obstacles. Burdens. Hurdles. Failure.
What's not possible can be made possible with the will of heart.
Actions prompt and will speaks louder than words.
The strength of the mind.
The power of will and determination to make it works.

Yet, it can be destroyed so easily.
In a split second.
All was gone.

For Lo Hwei Yen, i felt very very deeply. Not because i know her personally.
But simply because knowing that we are of the same age.
Because, there was so much more. So much more.
And that was the end. The end of everything.

Suddenly, my own problems become nothing at all.
Nothing is worse than not treasuring all around and that surrounds.

Chances and opportunities.
Life and death.

You can carry a smile with you always.
You can carry a grudge with you daily.
You can mourn endlessly.
You can sink in despair to the end.

But everything still goes on.

Life itself is a blessing.

For those who are still living.
Live to the fullest.

不凡的爱

To the viewers out there who had watched the drama and criticise how unmatch the couple is. How unconvincing the actors and actresses are in their roles as how i read from a certain magazine's comment column, i only have one thing to say.

You guys are really superficial.

It has been awhile that such a good storyline is being presented to us.

Looking beyond at the disgusting fact and truth at how one gets the incurable disease, has any one every wonders? Why is it that people always says, its ok to make a mistake. Just don't repeat it.
But yet, this is one mistake, that will be punished for a lifetime and any atonement will seem to be nothing.

Will this be fair?

And is it any fairer to the partner who has given the utmost trust to the other?

How about the unborn child to that of a mother being unknowingly infected?

I am reading James Frey's a million little pieces. It is a good read. Very interestingly addictive.

I am in discomfort lately because the bump has resurfaced itself at the joint of my third finger. And it is painful.

I am sad these days because the morale in the workplace is very low. Very low. Very very low. Very very very low.

I want to be happy because i am on leave soon. This Friday. I will have a long weekend.

I want to be very happy because i will be celebrating a couple of events this mth. Birthdays. Weddings.

I want to be at ease. I want to be at peace.

A Sad November Post

My first post for November 2008.

It's not going to be a happy one. But i do hope that at the end of it, i will be aspire or inspire to look things on a brighter side.

Work wise, things are definitely not going on smoothly. Somehow, the motivation was just simply gone. Not slowly faded away. It was just like that. A simple snap and it was gone. Or pehaps, it was a slow process that i wasn't aware of. Anyhow. Whats done is done.

I hate myself for simply letting the work zone ruining me.

I need a life.

But somehow, when you thought you were almost there creating a life, the other characters just don't cooperate well with you and there goes the show. A story don't just comprises of one character, one person. But a group of people who will make one his or her own story.

In any case, i will not give up. Or will i?

I don't know.

Please let the other events of the mth to cheer me up. Junie's de wedding. Siti's de wedding. And most importantly, B's birthday.

Please please please.