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  Confused?!?!?!   ¶ 23.11.04

  Bangkok Trip 2004 Yeah, finally had my break, recharge abit and now it's time to continue to work hard.. haha..

Enjoy myself alot, although walk alot but also get to see more... Did not buy as much as before, but who cares, it the satisfaction of getting a bargain through that's important.. hmmm.. Abit sad when it was time to split up and go home, but nvm.. Work harder and next year, plan to go somewhere else.. hehe..

Angkor Wat seems nice... Alot of places to go, Tibet, Japan, USA, Europe... ... haha... slowly achieve my dreams lor.. surely one day i'll be able to go to all these places...

Here's the link to view Bangkok 2004 Photos: Photographs Here
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  I had a dream.. .. .. I had a eerie dream, i dreamt that a guy ask me to help him buy 4D as i walk past him (he was sitting by the roadside, those brickmade seats) .... ....

as the dream goes on, i was crossing the road, suddenly i realise i drop the 4d tickets and money, in the middle of the road, i ran when i saw that the vehicles are still a distance away and managed to retrieve them... but somehow, i got a feeling those wasn't the tickets the man gave me...

Suddenly, i was inside a dim room, typing in the numbers to buy, weird right, since when buy 4D need to type in ourselves.. haha.. then my sister, dunno appear from where, told me look outside, there is a lady waiting.. i suddenly felt so scared in the dream, refuse to look outside, keep concentrating on typing in the numbers...

Then my alarm rang... i jolted out of the dream, but heart was beating abit fast.. .. hmmm.. wonder what does this dream mean.... ....

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  Importance of Time A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr.. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. "Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him. "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said. "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.

Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture.... Jack stopped suddenly. "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said. What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most, '" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one was at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

"Jack, Thanks for your time! - Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most...was...my time." Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.


  ¶ 4.11.04 0 comments

  After so long.. .. .. Hmmm, long time since my last blog.. haha..

I’ll be leaving town for the next 3 days.. yeah, finally a break, a holiday.. well, I definitely need a break, have been scrimping and saving for the past dunno how many months, never willing to spend too much money.. nevertheless, I still happy can leave house and stay out for awhile..

Last Tuesday, 2 Nov 2004, my friend Siong, was bieoing gals lah, then I tease him, wah, looking at gals har, his reply nearly made me fall off the chair, he said, no lah, I was looking at your sis!! Haha.. then my sis said thanks ah, no need le..

Kelvin then said aiya, should have reply him; “I’ve been waiting for this sentence a long time liao…” haha, then we went on the say more crap lah, like me and kelvin share 1 room, my sis and siong share another, then James said he lugi abit share with zongjin.. haiz, miss those days in school where we would spend an afternoon like that, craping ard…

But no choice lah, have to grow up and carry on… can’t also hold on to the past… gotto move on…

Ystday was chatting with my good friend, kt, he told me go find a bf lah, cos I ask him free got car to send me to airport anot.. haha.. too bad he can’t find a car… say find can find one meh.. haiz, even if I lower my standards also the same one, cos I dunno what I want too.. haha, for example, a guy who keep asking my whereabouts, I would feel irritated and feel as though my privacy have been intruded.. haiz.. really dunno lah.. open my heart?? tried before.. end up holding on to something for so long.. I guess I haven meet the person that would touch me deeply yet.. some would say I never give the chance..

Guess now, should really put my heart and mind into something, maybe career first?? :p
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