juz see this in SGClub
since maybi its something i could do .. post it on lor =D

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Blogged @ 2:43 PM
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heard of this song last week or what i tink .. but heard it way long back .. dunoe how mani years ago .. but since i felt its so nice .. so y nt juz post it here =D i can onli post the song lyrics ~ not bad .. kinda touching =D

大约在冬季
词 曲:齐秦
演唱:王杰
轻轻的我将离开你
请将眼角的泪拭去
漫漫长夜里未来日子里
亲爱的你别为我哭泣
前方的路虽然太凄迷
请在笑容里为我祝福
虽然迎著风虽然下著雨
我在风雨之中念著你
没有你的日子里
我会更加珍惜自己
没有我的岁月里
你要保重你自己
你问我何时归故里
我也轻声地问自己
不是在此时不知在何时
我想大约会是在冬季
不是在此时不知在何时
我想大约会是在冬季
轻轻的我将离开你
请将眼角的泪拭去
漫漫长夜里未来日子里
亲爱的你别为我哭泣
前方的路虽然太凄迷
请在笑容里为我祝福
虽然迎著风虽然下著雨
我在风雨之中念著你
没有你的日子里
我会更加珍惜自己
没有我的岁月里
你要保重你自己
你问我何时归故里
我也轻声地问自己
不是在此时不知在何时
我想大约会是在冬季
不是在此时不知在何时
我想大约会是在冬季

anibody hu wan de song can go d/l or ask mi for it lor =p lol

Labels: sad life

Blogged @ 10:25 AM
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What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

Labels: sad life

Blogged @ 9:26 PM
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Like everyone had being asking mi to post ?? yea ~~ was trying to get - a - live .. budden i suppose i still didnt get it .. but never-the-less .. here to post a story i see b4 long time ago .. from an E-Mail .. i guess u all read b4 le ba .. but for the time being i will juz get on wif this =D

There lived a middle aged man. He earned only a mere 500 dollars a month and had to feed his family of five. Even though his life was not a bed of rose, yet he lived happily. Why? Because something changed his life after he went for a trip in India.
On the returning journey from a small village in India, this man was riding a dilapidated non air-con bus on a rocky dirt road. He cursed the hot weather which made him wet like a fish. As the bus stopped at a point for refill of diesel, this man noticed a young disabled boy begging for food. While he looked at the boy dazedly, the guide approached him. The guide told him the story of that disabled young beggar. He said that the boy had his arm saw by his own mother, so that he could go to the streets and beg for money. Just as the man reacted in disgust, a passer-by dropped bread for the young begger. Immediately, some ten little children dashed towards the young beggar for that slice of bread. The bread, dropped onto the ground, was covered with sand and dirt, yet the children treated it like gold. The young beggar, even though had only an arm, was among the struggle. This was the result of hunger.
The man was very touched by the scene; he asked the guide to bring him to the nearest bakery and bought all the 100 loafs of bread available in the shop. To his surprise, he only spent only 25 US dollars for that, a loaf of bread costs only 25 cents! Together with the guide, he quickly returned to where the beggars were and gave those child beggars the 100 loafs of bread. Those beggars were ecstatic; jumping around with joy, some even hugged the man and his guide.
Those children were so happy over a loaf of bread which costs no more than 25 cents. Why cant us?
There are many others in this world who suffer the same fate as those poor beggars. We are very fortunate to have what we have now, and should not take them for granted.

Labels: Getting A Life

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