Errr...
I just have to comment on this.
Was reading some blogs of some friends and distant friends and i realise that alot of the english used is less than...erm...satisfactory. To me anyways. I'm sorry...but i'm picky that way. Ahahhaaz....no offense though!!
I'm not saying my english is 'da bomb' but at least when i blog (aside from the "occasional" spelling error) it's free from mistakes be it grammar wise or spelling (ahem, ahem). I try to keep it that way so at least ppl won't cringe when they do read my thoughts. Irregardless of how 'un-proffesional' it's deemed to be, it's still a published article of sorts....so watch the langguage?
Again, no offense intended. And not trying to step into other people's business...just some of my pet peeves.
Oh btw...for those who had EVER been looking for the lyrics to the Wong Fei Hung theme song...here you go!! Thank me when you see me =)
http://www.cantonese.sheik.co.uk/songs/wongfeihung.htm
The Rose among the thorns...
Something for everyone to read and have a think about...including me. Let this be my tribute to Rose...
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The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose.
I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.
"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk non-stop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.
I'll never fo rget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this
Whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don' t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
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Bye Pau...for now
Finally graduated and going home. Wakakaka. Should have finished at the same time with you but wat the hell...still got one more to go. Oh well, I'll let u have the head start and i'll catch up later. Melbourne will miss you man...but i'll see you soon (hopefully attached...wakakka). Safe journey and all the best! You can do it....i know u can =)