Sunday, September 2, 2012

No.99 - It begins here...

Who knew that that jump which was less powerful than any other jumps I've made most of the time could gave away such sound?
At the moment the sound was heard, I knew the best thing to do and I could do was just to lie down flat....on the field.

So it was goodbye and see you again to my normal gait.

The road to recovery begins....

It is gonna be like .....
a barber without scissors
a sailor without ship
a car without wheels

a footballer without legs.

For a person who is always and constantly on the move, and moves fast, this is gonna be tough
It could have been worse.

So praise Lord for that and fingers crossed for speedy recovery~

It is the 6th day.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

No.98 - Mistakes

Quoting from Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult :

It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing keep making it. I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you're going to be crushed, because when you really needed them, they wouldn't be there. Either that, or you'd confide in them and you added to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all.

There are reasons why I posted this up, in the midst of reading the book and also my academic book. Because that's how exactly I am feeling right now - giving myself into something whereby in the end I realized all I have was myself - but I know I will always have You.

Friday, December 30, 2011

No.97 - The Gift

If you could wish for one gift this Christmas, what would it be?

"Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of it; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely. Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning. Time can't be given. But it can be shared."

From The Gift by Cecelia Ahern.

on the eve of New Year's eve, i finished reading this book.
a perfect tonic for this year-end season - time for reflection (perhaps) to know what's undone and need to be done in the coming year.
but most of all, salvage all the time we have and do whatever we can do (instead of regretting of what can't be done or what should have been done but not done)

before ending this post, just summing up that year 2011 is a beautiful year, well, every year IS a beautiful year - no year is the same like another year, just like no patient of the same disease will come exactly with the same presentation.

so, thanking God for the beautiful year and the years to come.

Happy New Year! (in advance)

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

No.96 - Good to Evil

has turned from .......

for a change? no, i don't like it too.

*trying to go off for soul-searching*

hope to be back soon....