吳宗憲

画心

天黑黑

Ah..this composition is a masterpiece

I am leaving for Australia soon
For a month
Too much thing is left behind
I have to make it back safely

Crazy of You

言えない から

Song from long long time ago...

I have been spending a lot these few weeks but overall i'm quite happy with the money i have spent. I should start controlling my expenditure for the next months though.

50km. 100km. 300km. I have already lost count of how much i had rode on the roads these 2 weeks. I have witnessed countless accidents, crashes or people dozing off while traveling at 70-90 km/hr. Many near-misses. I feel blessed every time i made it back safely. Motorcyclist are fragile, vulnerable. Should i, or should i not get my civilian license?



Here's another nice song to get the weeks by

爱情怎么喊停

曾沛慈 曾沛慈 曾沛慈 曾沛慈 曾沛慈 曾沛慈 曾沛慈 曾沛慈 曾沛慈 曾沛慈

淡定

紀念日

I left my teacher's house with a heavy heart.
For that was the last lesson with her.
She had been teaching me from beginner to first grade to now.
She watched my progress.
It's been years.
Feels sad that this is the end.
I'll wish her a good recovery.

Yesterday i received news that my piano teacher had a miscarriage. I'm sad to hear that. She would not be teaching for the time being and i had to change teacher. It's not exactly a good idea; i'm contemplating to stop studying yet again. At least until ord...

Today someone came over to my house. It was my nanny. She's from Indonesia and used to come over to take care of me. We lost contact ever since we moved house from Bedok 13 or 14 years ago. I guessed she must have been shocked to find a new owner in our old flat when she came back to Singapore. My dad bumped into her days ago...at Bedok. She's still taking care of kids. I saw her today...a familiar face. Many years had passed. Time don't wait.

一千万次的泪水

谁没掉过很痛的眼泪

我要一步一步往上爬

Shared grief is half the sorrow. Shared happiness is twice the bliss.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'

The Doll

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy no more than 5 or 6 years old..
The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to the cashier and asked: "Are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The cashier counted his cash once again and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked towards him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. "It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to give her for her BIRTHDAY."

"I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister...''

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said. I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest...

她說

Human's voices are the best musical instruments, don't you think so?

断点

How? I want

Today, i chanced upon another article on dreams. About embracing one's dreams. It makes me think again, if i should follow my dreams as well. There is a strong urge. Within me. To live a life of music. A life revolving around my passion. But music and business are two very different paths. I don't know how to choose. I don't know how to embark on the first step if i ever choose music...

Please...show me what to do

Making a difference

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

Warm someone's heart today...Just try to make a difference in someone's life today. Just "do it"

Life. NS.

Today, i went back to Sonare. I am going to resume my lessons that was put on hold these few months. Saturdays. That's when i would be having my lessons. It would be tough. Tough to juggle NS and music. I will have to really practice damn hard all in a day. Because i didn't get posted to an 8-5 vocation. Seeing so many friends able to book out everyday, i begin to think why is it so unfair to me...why did i get selected to become a recce. When i needed time more than most of  the people out there. This is really my passion and NS have to give me a hard time. I hate it. I want to get out of there...