I think this story is worth sharing...
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of us working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
"Thanks for all families and friends for accepting my request" :)
"but its damn addictive and felt like im doing something ;P"
For the past two weeks or isit three. Don't care I'm not counting...Life have been pretty hectic with normal never ending work, some freelance things, organizing a dinner for our alumni back in uni, going back hometown..work again...rushing here and there to make sure I'm on time (which most of the time i'm not) and things run (not smoothly but at least they are running) and obviously when it is well planned the probability of it to go of off track pretty damn high...I can say it almost a sure thing.
This is when i realize that I don't perform well in stressful situation a.k.a the decision make during this time sucks and wrong in the most oblivious way.. T_T What i do? Ya I try to suck it all and only hope for the best..and mend it as much as i could..Those were the time where if accumulated to much can cause an early heart attack to a human being which is not good (kinda need to learn to overcome it somehow, if you got tips do share with me... :). But then the best thing about being hectic is when all is done, we can sit and have a slow solitary time..Which is great and blissful, which is now...
"chilling in my own nest which is still a dream"
It is almost 2am, I should be sleeping but keep on gazing at the window instead, this view, its not a view of a 2million dollar condo, but somehow a part if it in its own humble way, mesmerize me...the blurry sky with the still light...very still as if it was a picture rather than something real.All is still, only the sound of my fan fuzzing, through and through,it dawn to me..a dream of mine come true...
Here the little story, when i was growing up. i lived in "Kampung Paya Nongmi" the name itself can define it quite a faraway land...and this was like 10-15 years ago..**ohh...how time flown by.At night, my childhood window is always always so very dark, not even a shadow can pass by, maybe there are light if you really looking but it was a lonely light most of the time...maybe from the neighbors or someone passing by...
During those nights, I always wish there would be more lights, I dream of windows filled with lights, street lights, neon light, those beautiful nights scene that girl see in her small tv screen. I dream of those light,just lights dancing in the darkest of a dark night...
As time goes by, I pursuit a much tangible dream, getting into a place people called "university" then continue my way to be what people called "executive"...Little did I know a dream,once wished by that little girl...materialized...unnoticed...
Human always takes things for granted...and dreams doesn't come true in a blink, it happen in the weirdest kind sometimes, in order to materialize this, I travel so far, experience so much and forgot about it along the way, but it never really left me, it stays and fight it way to come true... somehow...in the most subtle way...
"lights and lights dancing in me heart"
Just for ten minutes ...I will write this first since we all a bound to things and work and lot of other errand and the list never end, so did i.All i wish for is to curl up in bed, have coffee and toast, read my pending book, finish my unwritten journal and continue my personal project..Ya..for now its all i wanted because I'ma unable to do that.Human being always wish for something else....
When I was just a kid, I wanted most of the thing that weren't around me, nothing is ever good enough, I wanted to own the whole collection of those 5 investigator kids adventure, although i can just read them from the library.I thought if I owned them my life is perfect...no it didn't...When I was at the back of my sister bike, going to school, how i wish i could own that pink bike, I wont need a thing anymore, ya...after a while i own my own bike....green...i have super huge grin on my face...but thats all to there is to it...i start to crave again..then high school happen...seeing a driver fetch a friend...make me envy...how come i couldn't have a driver to fetch me back, not seeing at all...dad always waited for me...under the big tree beside the school gate...every single day....
"running away from the craving monster"
This weird feeling come and goes...I wish it never come but really its not my choice, the only option I have is to try to ignore and find more happier things to think about...
Time...is needed to neutralise this.I just read a blog by a friend whom I haven't meet for a while...although I consider her a friend,yet our connection with each other defies these fact...ya she in my facebook...my friendster...nowadays people in there are consider friends but for me, most of them not really a friends...just acquaintances...maybe we might be friend someday due to circumstances,but at least not now for this moment...
The blog of her...creeps me out...weird...to tell the world something so intimate, something that might hurt someone who she profess to be the most important thing in her life. I simply thought maybe its because she needed someone to confide with and blogging it one of a way to channel all these feelings. To tell the world such a secret, why is that? I cant seems to stop wondering, kinda brave of her in a weird way to let everyone knew bout that or she just wanted one person to read it and others (like me) were consider collateral...Ok I'll stop to ponder now and wont definately go there anymore,I promise myself not to let people creepiness eat me again...
Maybe its just me who chooses things to share with the world,things to share with someone close and things to share to only me.This is the first time...i never felt like thing for just reading a blog...weird...
The last time I felt this creep are when I started to suspect and doubt something that I truly believe in...never because of a blog written by an acquaintances...
"cutely creeps me out.....urghhh"
"Thanks for all families and friends for accepting my request" :)
