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[iQing]

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TRANSLATION

*there?s a kind of friend.. when you are togather with him, your heart is completely burdenless
*you don?t have to purposely treat him well; you will feel so free at any moment
*When you are not togather with him, you know he never forgets you; he cares for you
*he`s not nessesary seeing you or calling you everyday
*but you know your friendship won?t change much
*Why? -because when you are in trouble, he?s always there for you
*there?s always a place that never change, that you don?t have to worry, waiting for you,
*you don?t even have to open your mouth (tell him) and he already sense something wrong... and actively pass on his warm hand to you
*he uses a sincere heart to interact with you (he befriends you sincerely)
*being able to be friends, that means you possess a great treasure
*no matter there?s a separation or reunion
*having such a friend like him... you will feel very warm

[mpalanieppan]

Can you translate for those who do not read Mandarin?

Thanks

[iQing]

hi there... welcome to the path of life... hope u enjoy the words here and share your life with us..

[iQing]

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[ydho_6]

words for thoughts... i luv this article...

浮生若茶


來源：網路流傳


茶味迥異, 或用溫水沖沏，或用沸水沖沏，用水不同，則茶葉的沉浮就不同。

用溫水沏的茶，茶葉就輕輕地浮在水之上，沒有沉浮，茶葉怎麼會散逸它的清香呢？

而用沸水沖沏的茶，沖沏了一次又一次，茶葉沉了又浮，浮了又沉，沉沉浮浮，茶葉就釋出了它春雨的清幽，夏陽的熾烈，秋風的醇厚，冬霜的清冽。

世間芸芸眾生，又何嘗不是茶呢？那些不經風雨的人，平平靜靜生活，就像溫水沏的淡茶平地懸浮著，彌漫不出他們生命和智慧的清香，而那些櫛風沐雨飽經滄桑的人，坎坷和不幸一次又一次襲擊他們，就像被沸水沏了一次又一次的釅茶，他們在風風雨雨的歲月中沉沉浮浮，於是像沸水一次次沖沏的茶一樣溢出了他們生命的脈脈清香。

是的，浮生若茶。我們何嘗不是一撮生命的清茶？而命運又何嘗不是一壺溫水或熾烈的沸水呢？茶葉在為沸水才釋放了它們本身深蘊的清香。而生命，也只有遭遇一次次的挫折和坎坷，才能留下我們一脈脈人生的幽香！

[ElansarGelmir]

Hey, there's a banana here....

[iQing]

words for thoughts... i luv this article...

浮生若茶


來源：網路流傳


茶味迥異, 或用溫水沖沏，或用沸水沖沏，用水不同，則茶葉的沉浮就不同。

用溫水沏的茶，茶葉就輕輕地浮在水之上，沒有沉浮，茶葉怎麼會散逸它的清香呢？

而用沸水沖沏的茶，沖沏了一次又一次，茶葉沉了又浮，浮了又沉，沉沉浮浮，茶葉就釋出了它春雨的清幽，夏陽的熾烈，秋風的醇厚，冬霜的清冽。

世間芸芸眾生，又何嘗不是茶呢？那些不經風雨的人，平平靜靜生活，就像溫水沏的淡茶平地懸浮著，彌漫不出他們生命和智慧的清香，而那些櫛風沐雨飽經滄桑的人，坎坷和不幸一次又一次襲擊他們，就像被沸水沏了一次又一次的釅茶，他們在風風雨雨的歲月中沉沉浮浮，於是像沸水一次次沖沏的茶一樣溢出了他們生命的脈脈清香。

是的，浮生若茶。我們何嘗不是一撮生命的清茶？而命運又何嘗不是一壺溫水或熾烈的沸水呢？茶葉在為沸水才釋放了它們本身深蘊的清香。而生命，也只有遭遇一次次的挫折和坎坷，才能留下我們一脈脈人生的幽香！

thanx for sharing your tea philosophy in life... tea is always an object of depiction in Zen......
I heard when you boil a good tea it will float up and down several times.. I have bought a can of good tea and it really performs like that...

just like what this story has told, many successful people has choosen the hard and adventurous way in life to reach success... I am going to choose the same path after graduating....

Hmm... choosing to study in Germany is also a challenge.. everything is so different here and we learn everything in German!...

have fun!

[iQing]

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[iQing]

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[Sylvia]

Keep my sincere friend In Touch

.

我要謝謝你 讓我不孤單
我要謝謝你 讓我的信箱有信可以收
我要謝謝你 讓我無聊寂寞時有人可以說說話
我要謝謝你 讓我心情激動難過時有人安慰我
我要謝謝你 讓我有好東西有人可以分享
我要謝謝你 一路走來有你們真好
希望以後我們能再繼續走下去好嗎

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曾和朋友很好很好過
當你忙於自己的事情而疏於連絡時
不夠堅固的友情
往往這麼不堪一擊地毀了
從此只是點頭之交
曾經的秘密也都蒸發於空氣中
少了個知心朋友的感覺 真的很爛
朋友有很多種
酒肉朋友 點頭朋友 打混朋友
那種朋友數量多少無所謂

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但是....


好朋友在精不在多
而好朋友在於你可以說任何事可以一而再再而三地說著相同架構的故事;但是他總是很耐心地聽你說最後才慢慢道出
小姐你的道術愈來愈高招囉
加油 加油
最愛你的人一定還在等待你在愛情中成長
而真正的好朋友 是在你高興時潑點冷水給你
告訴你 不要太過得意
你和好朋友都聊些什麼
談心 還是 說笑 還是儘說些無聊的話
或許在談些人生大道理
對人生的看法 對生活的態度

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有空時和朋友聊聊也是很棒的
不過 能找到一個能聊的人 真的很難很難
要在一個別人的面前 將自己的心思坦白 很難很難
你有可以聊人生大道理的好朋友嗎


誤會是人際關係的殺手
不溝通不協調 更是友誼的迷魂藥
如果心裡有了怪怪的感覺
希望你們能彼此溝通清楚
因為 一個好朋友的結緣
是靠天時地利人和 得來不易
不過對方如果真的是個痞子那還是算了吧

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誤會或許可怕

但是我覺得懷疑更是厲害

因為懷疑來自於不信任

或許

誤會是來自於許多事情的陰錯陽差

但是

懷疑來自於人主動的感覺-不信任別人

最爛的一個看法

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愛情的確是很可愛

但是如果因為愛情而忘記了很多事情

我想在沒有愛情之後

需要愛情的人 一定會很快死掉

就像人沒有了空氣一樣

慢慢地在自己的生活空間裡! 窒息了

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沒有愛情的人不懂愛情如何地好

沒有友情的人不懂友情如何地妙

[iQing]

Keep my sincere friend In Touch

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我要謝謝你 讓我不孤單
我要謝謝你 讓我的信箱有信可以收
我要謝謝你 讓我無聊寂寞時有人可以說說話
我要謝謝你 讓我心情激動難過時有人安慰我
我要謝謝你 讓我有好東西有人可以分享
我要謝謝你 一路走來有你們真好
希望以後我們能再繼續走下去好嗎

you are welcomed... hehe

thanx for sharing.. it?s a touching article...
let?s be friends ok?

[tree007]

wee.. my 1st image..
i got tons of these in my comp..
but i'll upload when i free nothin to do lah.. :P

http://recom.homelinux.org:8000/~recom/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/10932/key.jpg

http://recom.homelinux.org:8000/~recom/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/10932/glasses.jpg

really need translation ah?
quite simple lah... but i like the illutration.. :)

[iQing]

thanx tree007 for sharing your words..
it?s simple but maningful.. welcome to this great SIG.. enjoy!!!

maybe I can draw this stuffs when I want to pikat perempuan...

if u have lots more picture I please share with us.. I am colecting them as well.. will be very glad if I can see all your pics... thanx a lot.. have fun!! :=)

[pandaboy]

Please ppl...please translate for me...
I only know a little chinese....call me half banana if u like... :(

[Sylvia]

唯美的A...到..Z
唯美的A...到..Z

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A Friend is.... 朋友就是 ....

Accepts you as you are 接受原本的你
Believes in "you" 相信你這個人
Calls you just to say "Hi" 打電話給你就是想說聲"嗨"
Doesn't give up on you 從不放棄對你的信心
Envisions the whole of you 預期你總是盡全力

Forgives your mistakes 原諒你的過錯
Gives unconditionally 無條件地過錯
Helps you 幫助你
Invites you over 邀請你
Jest "be" with you 靜靜地在你的身旁
Keeps you close at heart 靠近你的心

Loves you for who you are 因你原來的樣子而愛你
Makes a difference in your life 使你的生活與以往不同
Never judges 不間斷
Offers support 支持你
Picks you up 扶你一把
Quiets your fears 止息你的懼怕

Raises your spirits 鼓舞你的心靈
Says nice things about you 跟別人述說你好的那一面
Tells you the truth when you need to hear it 當需要時會告訴你實情
Understands you 懂你
Values you 看重你

Walks beside you 與你同行
X-plain things you don't understand 解你的疑惑
Yells when you won't listen aXnd 在你聽不下時會大吼一下
Zaps you back to reality 把你拉回現實
A..B..C..D.......Z----send to your friend!!!

唯美的A...到..Z的英文字母!!!
設計的人很有心.....
別忘了送給你身旁的好朋友^_^
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[iQing]

Hi .. i h change this thread to all articles so that u guys can post both chinese and english articles here.

by the way, i am collecting some of these nice articles on life, can u guys post to my mailbox when u have these articls ? thanx.. since it's now 1000MB, u can post it to wushu_whc@<hidden>

bye!

[ElansarGelmir]

iQing, you can also access to Life Coaches in the Jokes+Words of Wisdom SIG... I posted lots of them there. Happy reading!

[iQing]

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Here?s the English Translation


The Apple Tree


Take some time to read this. It is very meaningful
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little
boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He oved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked
sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy
them." "Sorry, but I don't have money... but you can pick all my
apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He
grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.
The boy never
came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited.
"Come and play with me" the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house."
So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left
happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was
delighted.
"Come and play with me!" the tree said.
"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?"
"Use my truck to build your boat. You can sail far away
and be happy." So the boy cut the tree truck to make a
boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many
years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you... "the
tree said.
"I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on"
"I am too old for that now" the boy said.
"I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my
dying roots" the tree said with tears.
"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am
tired after all these years."
The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and
rest."

The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......
This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent.
When we were young,
we loved to play with Mom and Dad...When we grown up,
we left them...
only came to them when we need something or when we are in
trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything
they could to make you happy.

[darkhorse_86]

it's a very good article.....read it before somewhere though.... keep da goods things coming!

[pandaboy]

Yeah, it's a very good one.Very meaningful.....sob sob :cry:

[Ic3b3rg]

BEFORE YOU COMPLAIN

Today before you think of saying an unkind word
Think of someone who can't speak

Before you complain about the taste of your food
Think of someone who has nothing to eat

Before you complain of not having enough
Think of someone who's begging on the street

Before you complaint of being ugly
Think of someone who's actually in the worst of
states of life

Today before you complain about life
Think of someone who went too early to heaven

Before you argue about your dirty house someone
didn't clean or sweep
Think of the people who are living in the streets

Before whining about the distance you drive
Think of someone who walks the same distance
with
their feet

But before you think of pointing the finger or
condemning
another
Remember that not one of us are without sin and

we
all answer to one maker
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you
down
Put a smile on your face and thank God you're
alive and still
around

Life is a gift
Live it...
Enjoy it...
Celebrate it...
And fulfill it.

And while you are at it give love to someone
today
Love someone with what you do and the words
you
say
Love is not meant to be kept locked inside of us
and hidden
So give it away
Give Love to someone today!!

You don't love someone because they're beautiful.
They're beautiful because you love them.
Its true you don't know what you've got until its
gone, but
its also true
you don't know what you've been missing until it
arrives!!!

[yekban81]

Think over it...

今天我们的楼更高、路更宽，但是我们的性情却更为急躁，眼光更加狭隘
Today we have higher buildings and wider highways, but shorter temperaments and narrower points of view.

我们的花销越来越多，但是得到的享受越来越少
We spend more, but enjoy less.

我们的住房更大了，但我们的家庭却更小了
We have bigger houses, but smaller families.

我们有了更多的妥协，可时间却少了
We have more compromises, but less time.

我们有了更多的知识，但我们的判断力变差了
We have more knowledge, but less judgement.

我们有了更多的药品，可我们的健康更差
We have more medicines, but less health.

我们的财富倍增，但我们真正的价值却在减少
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

我们说得很多，但我们真正的爱太少，怨恨太多
We talk much, we love only a little, and we hate too much.

我们往返过遥远的月球，但却很难迈出一步去亲近我们的左邻右舍
We reached the Moon and came back, but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors.

我们已经征服了太空，却征服不了我们的内心
We have conquered the outer space, but not our inner space.

我们的收入增加了，但我们的道德却在堕落
We have higher income, but less morals.

我们的时代更加自由了，而我们的快乐却越来越少了
These are times with more liberty, but less joy.

我们的食品更多了，但我们的营养却越来越少了
We have much more food, but less nutrition.

现在每个家庭的收入更高，但离婚却越来越多了
These are the days in which it takes two salaries for each home, but divorces increase.

我们有了更完善的住房，但我们有了更多破碎的家庭
These are times of finer houses, but more broken homes.

这就是我为什么要说，让我们从今天开始
That?s why I propose, that as of today,

不要将你的东西为了某一个特别的时刻而预留着，因为你生活的每一天都是那么特别
You do not keep anything for a special occasion, because every day that you live is a special occasion.

坐在你家的房屋前廊，多读一些书，去寻找更多的知识，以赞美的眼光去享受你眼前的风景，不要带有任何功利的想法
Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your front porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs.

多花点时间与你的家人及朋友在一起，吃你想吃的东西，去你爱去的地方
Spend more time with your family and friends, eat your favorite foods, visit the places you love.

生活就是由一连串快乐时光组成的链条，我们不仅仅是为了生存而生存
Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment; not only about survival.

举起你珍藏的水晶高脚杯吧，不要吝啬洒上你最好的香水，任何时候你想用就享用吧
Use your crystal goblets. Do not save your best perfume, and use it every time you feel you want it.

不要再说诸如这样的词：等将来的某一天、某天再说?
Remove from your vocabulary phrases like ?one of these days? and ?someday?.

你曾打算有那么一天再写的信，请今天就写吧！
Let?s write that letter we thought of writing ?one of these days?.

请告诉我们的家人和朋友，我们是多么的爱他们
Let?s tell our families and friends how much we love them.

不要推辞任何可以给你生活带来欢笑和快乐的事情
Do not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life.

每一天、每一小时、每一分钟都是那么特别
Every day, every hour, and every minute is special.

因为你真的不知道这是否就是你的最后一刻
And you don?t know if it will be your last.

[yekban81]

Message: Lesson Number One
*****************
A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day.
A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him,
"Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"

The crow answered "Sure, why not."

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.
All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Management Lesson:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be
sitting very, very high up.

Lesson Number Two
*****************
A turkey was chatting with a bull.
"I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,"
sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."

"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?"
replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients."

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found
that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally after a fortnight, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree.
Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer,who shot the turkey out of the tree.

Management Lesson:
Bulls**t might get you to the top, but it won't keep
you there.

Lesson Number 3
*******************
When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss.

The Brain said, "I should be Boss because I control the whole
body's responses and functions."
The feet said, "We should be Boss as we carry the brain about
and get him to where he wants to go."
The hands said, "We should be Boss because we do all the work
and earn all the money."
And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes
until finally the assh*le spoke up.

All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss.
So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work.

Within a short time the eyes became crossed,
the hands clenched, the Feet twitched,
the heart and lungs began to panic
and the brain fevered.
Eventually they all decided that asshole should be
the Boss, so the motion was passed.

All the other parts did all the work while the Boss
just sat and passed out the sh*t!

Management Lesson:
You don't need brains to be a Boss - any assh*le
will do.

Lesson Number Four
******************
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so
cold, he bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field.
While it was lying there,
a cow came by and dropped some dung on it.
As the f rozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung,
it began to realize how warm it was.
The dung was actually thawing him out!
He lay there all warm and happy and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.
Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile
of cow dung and promptly dug him out and ate him!

Management Lessons:
1) Not everyone who drops sh*t on you is your
enemy.
2) Not everyone who gets you out of sh*t is your
friend.
3) And when you're in deep sh*t, keep your mouth
shut!

[leng_cyl]

The Promise

"How long more do you intend to pore over that newpaper? Can you come here right away and make your darling daughter eat her food?"
I tossed the paper away and rushed to where the questions came from. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to the brim with curd rice.
Sindu, who has just turned eight, is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. But she particularly detests curd rice. However, my mother and wife are orthodox about certain things: they believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of curd rice!
I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl.
"Sindu darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this? For Dad's sake. If you don't, Mom will shout at me."
I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
"Okay, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot. But you should ..." She hesitated. "Dad, if I eat the entire bowl of curd rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?"
"Sure, darling."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I covered the soft, pink hand she extended with mine, and clinched the deal.
"Ask Mom to promise too," she insisted.
My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's and muttered "Promise" without any emotion. Suddenly, I felt a bit anxious.
"Sindumma, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Okay?"
"No, Dad, I don't want anything expensive." With that, she turned to the bowl. Slowly and painfully, she spooned the curd rice into her mouth. I kept silent but was angry with my wife and mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.

When her ordeal was over, Sindu came to me, her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.
"Dad, I want to have my head shaved off this Sunday !"
"Atrocious!" shouted my wife. "A girl child having her hair shaved off?"
"Never in our family!" my mother rasped. "She has been watching too much television. Our culture is being eroded by those TV programmes."
"Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We will feel quite sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head."
"No, Dad, I don't want anything else," she said firmly.
"Please, Sindu, try to understand our feelings," I pleaded with her.
"Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that curd rice ..." Sindu was in tears again. "And you promised to grant me whatever I asked for. Now you are going back on your word. Did you not tell me the story of King Harishchandra, and how we should honour our promise, no matter what?"
It was time for me to call the shots. "Yes, we should keep our promises."
"Are you out your mind?" chorused my mother and wife.
"No. If we go back on our word, she will never learn to honour hers. Sindu, your wish will be granted."

On Monday morning, I dropped Sindu at her school. With her head shaved clean, her face looked round and her eyes, big and beautiful. As my hairless daughter walked towards her classroom, she turned around and waved.
I waved back, with a smile. Just then, a boy got out of a car and shouted: "Sinduja, please wait for me!" What struck me was that the kid was hairless too.
"Maybe that's the in thing today," I thought to myself.
"Sir, your daughter Sinduja is just great!" Without introducing herself, the lady who had gotten out of the same car continued: "That boy walking beside your daughter is my son, Harish. He has ... leukaemia."
She paused to stifle her sobs. "Harish could not attend school the whole of last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school for fear that his classmates would tease him.
"Sinduja visited him last week and promised that she would take care of the teasing. But I never imagined that she would sacrifice her lovely hair for my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul for your daughter."
I stood transfixed. Then I began to weep.
"My little Angel, will you grant me a wish? Should I be born again, will you be my mother and teach me what love is about?" I whispered.

adapted from The Star [Heart & Soul]

[pandaboy]

leng_cyl, thanks for sharing.

I hope more people can share the stories in The Star....most of them are meaningful and touching. They dont publish this stories in the online edition of The Star, do they?

[leng_cyl]

I tried to search for it in the online star, but didn't see it.
Think so it's not published in the online star... =.=

[pandaboy]

I tried to search for it in the online star, but didn't see it.
Think so it's not published in the online star... =.=

Ah... :(
So I count on you to type it down every week? LOL...just kidding.

That was the section that I always love to read.....

[leng_cyl]

haha... if I got free time, I can type the whole article ^^
for now, still waiting spm result, and I have got much free time while working with my aunt, so if I find the article interesting & useful , I can type them out =P
in addition, I like to practise typing also ,lol

[leng_cyl]

oOps.. I was wrong... :oops: 8O
Today, I found that there is the 'heart & soul' in the Online Star
it's under 'lifestyle'

http://www.thestar.com.my/news/archives/story.asp?ppath=\2005\2\20&file=/2005/2/20/features/10194455&sec=features

this is the article for last sunday , 20.2.05


The pickle jar

THE pickle jar, as far back as I could remember, sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents’ bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. As a small boy, I was always fascinated by the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate’s treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window.

When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big thing. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully and say: “Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You’re going to do better than me. This old mill town’s not going to hold you back.”

Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly. “These are for my son’s college fund. He’ll never work at the mill all his life like me.” We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice-cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla.

When the clerk at the ice cream parlour handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. “When we get home, we’ll start filling the jar again.” He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. “You’ll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,” he said. “But you’ll get there. I’ll see to that.”

The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed. A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. Dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done.

When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me. No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar.

Even during the summer when he got laid off from the mill, and Mom had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar. On the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me. “When you finish college, son,” he told me, his eyes glistening, “You’ll never have to eat beans again ... unless you want to.”

The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad’s arms.

“She probably needs to be changed,” she said, carrying the baby into my parents’ bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, her eyes looked teary. She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room.

“Look,” she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser.

To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to it, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar.

I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.

[pandaboy]

Lovely, leng_cyl! How could I miss that completely! >_<

Thanks a lot!

[digimushu]

something i found today...thought i might share...

A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:

1. Egypt's Great Pyramids
2. Taj Mahal
3. Grand Canyon
4. Panama Canal
5. Empire State Building
6. St. Peter's Basilica
7. China's Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, ?Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help.?
The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World' are:
1. To see
2. To hear
3. To touch
4. To taste
5. To feel
6. To laugh,
7. And to Love"

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous! A gentle reminder -- that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.

[nicodemus]

HELP!!!

There's a banana here.... can someone be kindly enough to translate it to English :?

:oops: I can't read mandarin!!!

[PeiWen]

Eh...nicodemus are you sure you post in the right forum? Hehe....

[nicodemus]

woops.....wrong forum. :P

ha ha.....silly me!!

[leng_cyl]

Burdened with "pretty ladies"

Once upon a time, a big monk and a little monk were travelling together. They came to the bank of a river and found that the bridge had been damaged. So, they had to wade across.
As they splashed through the water, they came upon a pretty lady who was stuck at the bridge. The big monk offered to carry her over to the other side on his back, and she accepted.
The little monk was shocked by his companion's offer. "How can big brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid any intimacy with females?" he thought to himself. But he didn't say a word.
He waded along, unhappily, as the pair crossed the river. When they reached the opposite bank, the big monk put the lady down and they parted ways with her.
For several miles, as they continued their journey, the little monk mulled over all kinds of accusations to throw at the monk. In the process, he got angrier and angrier. But he still kept quiet. Finally, at a rest point many hours later, he could no longer contain himself and burst out:
"How can you claim to be a devout monk when you seize the first opportunity to touch a woman, especially a very pretty one? All your teachings make you a big hypocrite."
The big monk looked surprised and said, "I had put the lady down at the river bank many hours ago. Why are you still carrying her along?"

This old Chinese story reflects the thinking of many people today. In life, we encounter many unpleasant things which irritate us or make us angry. Sometimes, they cause us a lot of hurt, or make us bitter.
But, like the little monk, we are not willing to let go of them. We continue to carry the "pretty lady" long after we have crossed the river.

[vseehua]

when we live, we encounter lots of things that we tend to hold on to, and not letting go even when its time to...

like Aristotle said "to make a person happy, we take away his desires"

learn to let go, and life will be much more beautiful:)

[leng_cyl]

In Love we Trust

A little girl and her father were crossing a rickety bridge. The latter was kind of scared, so he said, "Honey, please hold my hand so you won't fall into the river."

She told him, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."

"What's the difference?" asked the puzzled parent.

"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, your will never let my hand go."

a short meaningful article sharing here ^^ enjoy it.

[vseehua]

if everyone can practice even one line from this poem, the world will be a much better place to live in :)

A Prayer of Compassion

May i become at all times, both now and forever,
A protector for those without protection,
A guide for those who have lost their way,
A ship for those whit oceans to cross,
A bridge for those with rivers to cross,
A sanctuary for those in danger,
A lamp for those without light,
A place of refuge for those who lack shelter,
And a servant for all in need

~His Holiness the Dalai Lama~

"True love never runs smooth...."

[vseehua]

"True love never runs smooth...."

true..and if it's too smooth, we'll never learn to appreciate it :)