friendship

This is not original from myself, but "spam mail", which i felt had merits and depths,especially if anyone has ever been in this position before in life's journey.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,

I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.

It looked like he was
carrying all of his books.

I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
"

They really should get lives.

" H e looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
with my friends

He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends..

When we were seniors we began to think about college.

Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
be a problem.

He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grate ful one) and smiled.

" Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
story of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a li ttle smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for God in others.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is a mystery.

Today is a gift.

那一年，这一天

wow.can't believe i fnd this MV, when i lost the cd..shu qi is so stylo mylo..

wow-wow-wee!

to treat others as u would like others to treat you

do unto others as u want others to do unto you..

this is sth that i havn't really given much thought to in my life before, and even after accepting christ into my life.

such a simple yet profound law of the universe,that i have yet to fully grasp in understanding.

as u like it

socialization and solitude..

both are important. yet, its hard to reach a definite balance.The balance is almost always different for each and every individual.
we cannot have the best of both worlds.
definitely cannot.

孤单与群体生活

Heal, throat heal..

Having a bad throat for so long...i cant remember when i was having a normal functioning throat...

:l

oscars and life

"When you fail so much, you don't have to seek a lesson... the lesson comes to you,' she said.

'Time just goes (on) and you have to live with it whether you can take it or not; the world doesn't care.

'But once I read in a scripture that 'persistent patience pierces through indifference'. So I thought, okay, let's see who wins. I am not a patient person, but there was nothing for me to do but wait.

'By learning patience, finally I got the lesson and the message. It wasn't easy, but it was worth trying and believing.'"

In an e-mail interview with The New Paper, she wrote: 'I prayed, 'God, in five year's time, let me be there, so all the world can see what you have done in me...'(jung ryu won on oscars and life)

Pororo song

Pororo, the little penguin:j

祝你一路顺风

hao3 ting1..albeit a little cheesy

:D

lessons from an oyster

Lessons from an Oyster
By: Author Unknown

There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.

It was only a grain,
but it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they're so plain.

Now, did he berate
the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?

Did he curse at the government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?

'No,' he said to himself
As he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.

Now the years have rolled around,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
Destiny stew.

And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly aglow.

Now the tale has a moral,
for isn't it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?

What couldn't we do
If we'd only begin
With some of the things
That get under our skin.

CHEERS

I would like to dedicate this posting to the couples that i have known in my life till today..
the committed and strong ones that depart from the "dating norms" and patterns of the world.
It is my privilege to be able to know people that commit themselves to spiritual and holy lives in all areas of their lives.
Although imperfect as human beings, i am grateful that i see people striving to live out the faith they profess to have every sunday in church. so that it is real and true and practical for us all to see.

cheers

Little things in Life

If any little word of Ours,
Can make one life the brighter,
If any little song of ours, Can make one heart the lighter,
God help us speak that little word,
And take our bit of singing,
and drop it in some lonely vale,
and set the echoes ringing.

Striking the same chimes

"A man sat and listened to an organist playing a beautiful melody. He said that behind the organ he cld see a man striking upon bells the same notes the organ was playing. So in addition to the tones of the organ were the tones of the chimes, forming a beautiful accompaniment. Prayer is like that--it means we are striking the same notes as God. We thus become a part of a universal harmony--the music of the spheres. Our litle notes are caught up and universalised. Prayer puts us in tune with the Infinite, and then Infinite power works through our finiteness.
Milton summed it up when he said, 'By small accomplishing great things'.

Taken from:
Selwyn Huges
"Every Day with Jesus"