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another day.

Tue, 06 May 2008 09:41:45 GMT

another day, another exam.

What will this ever end?

Have you ever felt such an uneasy feeling that makes your heart beats and your stomach stirs?

This is what I am feeling now.....stressed..>.<

Just the other day I was talking to my roommate, telling her that I don't think I look good anymore, esp. when I was flipping through the pictures that i took in those old good times..and she said, " You know what that is? Stress..."

Oh my....please go away, stress...I hate you!!

Be kind - I know it is hard...

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 11:37:27 GMT

Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

,One day a mother died.

And on that clear, cold morning,
in the warmth of her bedroom,
the daughter was struck with
the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn't any more.

No more hugs,
no more lucky moments to celebrate together,
no more phone calls just to chat,
No more "just one minute"

Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away.
never to return before we can say good-bye,
Say "I Love You."

So while we have it . . it's best we love it . .
And care for it and fix it when it's broken
and take good care of it when it's sick.

This is true for marriage .... and friendships ..

And children with bad report cards;
And dogs with bad hips;
And aging parents and grandparents
We keep them because they are worth it,
Because we cherish them!

Some things we keep --
like a best friend who moved away
or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that
make us happy, No matter what.

Life is important,
and so are the people we know
And so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone today
who thought I was a 'KEEPER'!

Then I sent It to the people
I Think of in the same way!

Now it's your turn to send this to all those people
who Are "keepers" in your life!

What a smile can do?

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 11:34:45 GMT

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.

The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.

Her last project of the term was called "Smile."

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.

It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.

I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".

His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.

He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.

I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.

I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.

I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.

He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope."

We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers.

That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand

I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.

Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"

I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.

She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.

I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to

LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - Never LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.

Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

To handle yourself, use your head.

To handle others, use your heart.

God Gives every bird its food, but God does not throw it into its nest.

Keep this going

Friday, August 10, 2007

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 12:28:29 GMT

My exam is approaching in like a week, and obviously, I picked up a lot of interests that I have never developed before. The easy ones are like cooking, facebook-ing, xanga-ing, but I also developed my extra care on my computer and do de-fragmentations and virus-scanning like every few hours. Moreover, I spend a plenty of time in watching the news channel, CNN, and even financial times, feeling it is very important to keep myself abreast of what is going on in the rest of the world. You feel like there are so many important things to learn than knowing debits and credits. For instance, I suddenly figured out that it is very important to know how long each kind of meat can be stored in the freezer/ fridge, and did an extentive research online about how I should properly store each of them (anyone interested you can check on this website, pretty good information:

http://web.extension.uiuc.edu/meatsafety

Of course, while I am taking my study leave at home, I begin to go into the oldest folders I have on "My Pictures" in my computer, and started to indulge in the story behind each of them for a good amount of time.

I feel like I had lost so much memory since I started working. The pictures are like the only precious moments that are left behind. During the college days (which was really not a long time ago), we fooled around each day recklessly, happily, without facing the cruelty of the real world. I wish I could go back to college...

P.S. Anyone still has the Museko recordings (seems like I should ask Erica directly)? the Show Siu Siu 2003 video clips? taping from the MCCC Evangelistic meeting?? I am seriously seeking these right now......GOOD AWARD.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 01:02:44 GMT

These days, I feel like my life has become kind of static. I have lost most of my strength, and seems like days go by one after another, one just like the other.

Is that just me, or is that this whole world? Did I not find my identify, or is that I can't identify myself in this place? After working for like 2 years, nearly most friends around my age are talking about switching job, moving back to their home country, buying a house, investing in a major fund....this list can go forever. The main idea is that everyone seems to have a concrete (or should I say predetermined/ pre-set/ideal/ standard) plan for their future. What about me?

It all goes back to finding the purpose of life. Everyone should have something that interest him or her, something that he or she wants to do just for pleasure, or something that one wants to achieve to fulfill one's ambition. What about mine? Purpose. Is it necessary to know what this is? Should we be purposely finding this purpose each day? Right now, I pretty much do not have much clue.

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Monday, July 02, 2007

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 17:44:55 GMT

The greatest lesson in life is to learn how to love, and to be loved in return.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Sun, 17 Jun 2007 10:41:28 GMT

long time no xanga-ing lu....for a while, i was using facebook everyday and updating it every few hours....but then, I find xanga much better...and it works better that i can concentrate in writing my feelings, my thoughts, my life, with a targeted audience instead of random friends that I met once during my life...anyways...

I felt like I am so disconnected from the rest of the world sometimes.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Sun, 27 May 2007 12:11:48 GMT

I feel like I am out of luck these days....

suddenly realized that I have been in New York for quite a bit of time already......thinking back, I really didn't expect of think of coming here at all.

What will life lead me to next?

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Sun, 20 May 2007 11:58:29 GMT

I believed I have missed a lot of names in here...special apology .....so..

Congrats to Jason Lowe, Felix...and many others ....forgive me for being old....since I am stuck in NYC and all I do everything is work ....and work.....I even can't remember my own name sometimes....

So, drop me a message if I missed your name !

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Sat, 19 May 2007 23:39:41 GMT

I feel so bad that I can't go back to Madtown for my dearest friends' graduation...however, I would really like to express wholehearted congratulations to all of you....

Kayen Chueng
Ying Ying
Kenas
Ronald
Angela
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and of course, last, but not least, Doris Chan in Michigan!