One day, the young lion asked his mom: "Mom, where is the happiness?" Mom replied: "It's on your tail." So the young lion keeps on chasing after his tail. But after a whole day of trying, he failed to get the happiness that was on his tail.
Then he told his mom about this, his mom smiled and said: "Son, you don't really need to chase after your happiness, as long as you keep going and moving forward, your happiness will always be with you."
You can't decide the length of life, but you can control how you want to live it.
You can't control the weather, but you can control your mood.
You can't change your look, but you can smile.
You can't control others, but you can control yourself.
You can't foresee tomorrow, but you can utilize today wisely.
You can't win everything, but you can try your very best to achieve that.
Hope everyone can face the daily life positively and always happy...
23 February 2009
20 February 2009
Lessons Learnt from Foot Reflexology Sessions
What I had experience is just so amazing!
I walked in the usual massage place in Ambassdor Mall (Jakarta) for my one an half hour wind down session.
Just as I was about to start my session, another person join me. Her name is Mery. Apparently she can speak good English. She was really helpful, because of her, I could communicate with the masseur. As the masseur was massaging, he kept burping till the extend that I would think he is going to puke anytime. So I got Mery to ask if he is okay.
He replied that he is alright and the person is not alright is ME. Huh ?!?!?! He said that my body was not in good condition and that’s why he is burping. When he is massaging, the “bad air” in my body will be expelled and therefore cause him to burp.
At first I thought he was just kidding, later then I found out that he meant it. I’m so amaze by the “special skills” he has and he is the first ever masseur that I felt he has the extraordinary power. This is the best healing massage. Indeed, after the message, it seems like my headache from the flight is all gone and I got this unexplainable relief. $ worth RP60,000 (SGD 9).
This reminded me about another massage stories. (I mentioned to many people, but yet blog it.. I think is amazing life lesson..)
2 years ago, I went Cambodia for holiday. After all the temple trips, my legs were aching like hell. So both my mom and I popped into the nearest foot reflexology place from our hotel. It got to be me and my big mouth again, I started to chit chat with the masseurs (my mom’s and mine). To ask how many years experience they have etc… Talk and talk… also don’t know how we reach there, but I remembered that I ask my masseur how old is she… to my surprise, we are the same age.. then being curious, I asked about which month she is her birthday day… you would be able to guess by now.. !!! (we share the SAME birthday. Same year, month and day.) I look at my mom and said this: I could have been the one that is taking her seat and she could have been your daughter.
Well, my Cambodia trip was a really interesting one!!! I found my name craved on one of the temple.
I walked in the usual massage place in Ambassdor Mall (Jakarta) for my one an half hour wind down session.
Just as I was about to start my session, another person join me. Her name is Mery. Apparently she can speak good English. She was really helpful, because of her, I could communicate with the masseur. As the masseur was massaging, he kept burping till the extend that I would think he is going to puke anytime. So I got Mery to ask if he is okay.
He replied that he is alright and the person is not alright is ME. Huh ?!?!?! He said that my body was not in good condition and that’s why he is burping. When he is massaging, the “bad air” in my body will be expelled and therefore cause him to burp.
At first I thought he was just kidding, later then I found out that he meant it. I’m so amaze by the “special skills” he has and he is the first ever masseur that I felt he has the extraordinary power. This is the best healing massage. Indeed, after the message, it seems like my headache from the flight is all gone and I got this unexplainable relief. $ worth RP60,000 (SGD 9).
This reminded me about another massage stories. (I mentioned to many people, but yet blog it.. I think is amazing life lesson..)
2 years ago, I went Cambodia for holiday. After all the temple trips, my legs were aching like hell. So both my mom and I popped into the nearest foot reflexology place from our hotel. It got to be me and my big mouth again, I started to chit chat with the masseurs (my mom’s and mine). To ask how many years experience they have etc… Talk and talk… also don’t know how we reach there, but I remembered that I ask my masseur how old is she… to my surprise, we are the same age.. then being curious, I asked about which month she is her birthday day… you would be able to guess by now.. !!! (we share the SAME birthday. Same year, month and day.) I look at my mom and said this: I could have been the one that is taking her seat and she could have been your daughter.
Well, my Cambodia trip was a really interesting one!!! I found my name craved on one of the temple.
18 January 2009
Hurt & Disappointed
The person that you care the most would usually hurt you more.
I have no idea what’s has gotten into his mind. Someone that I look up to has become such a pest.
The hurt and disappointment seems to be mountain high. The sight of him is just so painful.
I love him and yet I’m hurt by him over and over again. I’m not sure if he has got feelings for us or it has already been the past.
I felt cheated that I travel all the way to meet you and yet, the welcome wasn’t exactly welcoming at all.
You could have been honest that this rapid disaster will not happen. I’m not sure if I’m going to believe you.
If you are reading this, I really hope that you can spare some thoughts for us. Perhaps you don't care anymore. I wish to say: I hate you !!! which I know I don't.... I no longer can tell the differences between Hate, Hurt, Angry and disappoint. The worst is that these are all I feel for you now.
I open my arm and accept what your decision and all we deserver is “because she is petty”
Things could have turn more nasty if we want to. If she cannot deal with herself, that’s her problem.
Current can be past too. Now is history. There will be this day that she will be sorry.
I need to live my own life. If you are here to hurt me, GET LOST.
My tears are only meant for people who I love. There ain't any for you anymore.
To my beloved brother, I got only this little faith left. Embrace the storm ahead and you will be someone stronger.
Everything happens for a purpose and reason. Let’s take these life lessons to enrich our lives and make each day the best of our lives.
To my lovely mother, I thank you so much for all that you have done for me. Thank you for the lovely home that we set up together. You taught me well. I'm sorry for certain decision that I made. Our lives will get better each day, I'll always be the one that you can depend on. I love you and I'm forever grateful for everything you done for me. Love Always
I have no idea what’s has gotten into his mind. Someone that I look up to has become such a pest.
The hurt and disappointment seems to be mountain high. The sight of him is just so painful.
I love him and yet I’m hurt by him over and over again. I’m not sure if he has got feelings for us or it has already been the past.
I felt cheated that I travel all the way to meet you and yet, the welcome wasn’t exactly welcoming at all.
You could have been honest that this rapid disaster will not happen. I’m not sure if I’m going to believe you.
If you are reading this, I really hope that you can spare some thoughts for us. Perhaps you don't care anymore. I wish to say: I hate you !!! which I know I don't.... I no longer can tell the differences between Hate, Hurt, Angry and disappoint. The worst is that these are all I feel for you now.
I open my arm and accept what your decision and all we deserver is “because she is petty”
Things could have turn more nasty if we want to. If she cannot deal with herself, that’s her problem.
Current can be past too. Now is history. There will be this day that she will be sorry.
I need to live my own life. If you are here to hurt me, GET LOST.
My tears are only meant for people who I love. There ain't any for you anymore.
To my beloved brother, I got only this little faith left. Embrace the storm ahead and you will be someone stronger.
Everything happens for a purpose and reason. Let’s take these life lessons to enrich our lives and make each day the best of our lives.
To my lovely mother, I thank you so much for all that you have done for me. Thank you for the lovely home that we set up together. You taught me well. I'm sorry for certain decision that I made. Our lives will get better each day, I'll always be the one that you can depend on. I love you and I'm forever grateful for everything you done for me. Love Always
06 December 2008
Dedicate to all - Please hear what I'm not saying
Today is the last day of POE. It has been rather challenging to be a coach for participants who are my parents’ age. It has been one of the dangerous grounds that I play in. I’m trilled and scare. They who I made wore the mask. The mask that sometime is so difficult to take off. Why people wear mask? Where did the mask come from? What does that mask means?
Share with you one of my favorite poem.
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one, but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
I don't like hiding. I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them. I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings-- very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison, if you choose to. Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.
Share with you one of my favorite poem.
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one, but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
I don't like hiding. I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them. I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings-- very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison, if you choose to. Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.
05 November 2008
If Love is a Game...
If love is a game, how would you play this game?
Some play because it is fun;
Some play because it is exciting;
Some play because it is thrilling;
Some play because it is to self fulfilling prophecy;
Some play because of ignorant;
Some play to fill the emptiness in within.
If love is a game, I play to nourish the soul of others and myself.
Some play because it is fun;
Some play because it is exciting;
Some play because it is thrilling;
Some play because it is to self fulfilling prophecy;
Some play because of ignorant;
Some play to fill the emptiness in within.
If love is a game, I play to nourish the soul of others and myself.
23 October 2008
Writing the story together – Chapter 0 (part II)
Ok. Now we got the orange book. I really love this book. (All the way from India).
Made from recycled paper à Love it..
Is so earthly… The cover is orange, we can do some drawing on it.. (need to find a way to protect it.. if not when it get in contact with water, the paper might melt.)
I love the texture of the book… at least is not those factory processed white paper (smell of chemical and “cut” people… “paper cut”)
The title of the book will be 100 days memories.
The next thing is to pick a date to start writing… So exciting…
Made from recycled paper à Love it..
Is so earthly… The cover is orange, we can do some drawing on it.. (need to find a way to protect it.. if not when it get in contact with water, the paper might melt.)
I love the texture of the book… at least is not those factory processed white paper (smell of chemical and “cut” people… “paper cut”)
The title of the book will be 100 days memories.
The next thing is to pick a date to start writing… So exciting…
19 October 2008
Writing our story together – Chapter 0
I guess we have to start some where and somehow.
Let’s just focus on the positive at building this relationship. Day by day, Step by Step, affirming what you want to have in your in this relationship, let the consciousness wash over and reflect in the inner. Then accept it with joy and thanksgiving.
What we need is to learn how to get love in a more positive way and when anything went wrong in the relationship, we will be able to take care of our little inner child; we can lean to feel safe and accept our power.
Ok..
We need to decide on few things:
01. The title of the book.
02. The outline of the book
03. The book cover.
Let’s just focus on the positive at building this relationship. Day by day, Step by Step, affirming what you want to have in your in this relationship, let the consciousness wash over and reflect in the inner. Then accept it with joy and thanksgiving.
What we need is to learn how to get love in a more positive way and when anything went wrong in the relationship, we will be able to take care of our little inner child; we can lean to feel safe and accept our power.
Ok..
We need to decide on few things:
01. The title of the book.
02. The outline of the book
03. The book cover.
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