Bun Bun [ My X'Mas Present ]

~ Her name is Bun Bun , she is 10 weeks old. ~

Hi !! 我的英文和中文名叫做 ' Bun Bun ' .

My Birthday is [ October 07, 2007 ]
~~ BunBun is the best gift I ever had, she cheer up my life. ~~

Met you by surprise

I didn't realize that my life would change forever

Saw you standing there didn't know I care

There was something special in the air ...

Fear

Merry Christmas

~ Merry Christmas to Everyone ~

祝 大 家 聖 誕 快 樂 !!

Mommy, I miss You~

The meaning of our Mom death hasn't been lost on us all....    : (

We know how terrible it is to have lost a loved one.

Trust that time is a great healer ???    " No "

今天很奇怪, 有着一種莫名的寂寞... 

媽咪, "對不起",  I miss You So Much ~

樹 欲 靜 而 風 不 息, 子 欲 養 而 親 不 在

Harbour

Eagles

~ Blind Anger

Anger

I resent the fact that ~ someone lied to me.
Saying is one thing and doing is another.

I'm angry at whoever left the mess in my house.

There's a ring at the door. The telephone rings.
My hair stood on end when I heard the noise.

~ Love You Mom

Sadness 

The meaning of our Mom death hasn't been lost on us all....    : (
We know how terrible it is to have lost a loved one.

Trust that time is a great healer ???    " No "

玩玩遊戲, 輕鬆輕鬆 ...

有 興 趣 者, 到 以 下 網 站 玩 玩 也 無 傷 大 雅.  Have Fun ~~

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 Something To Do - It's Fun....

Toy's Box

Hard To Carry On

Sometimes when I'm alone I cry  ...

'Cause I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter & warm,

They follow my life but take no form.

I cry 'cause my heart is torn.

I find it hard to carry on.

If I had an ear to confide in,

I would cry among a treasured friend ;

But who do you know that stops that long

To help another carry on ?

The world moves fast,

And it would rather pass by,

Then to stop and see,

What makes one cry so painful and sad.

And sometimes I cry,

And no one else cares why  ...

何謂愛

「 在 世 間 尋 覓 愛 侶  ~  尋 獲 了 但 求 共 聚
然 而 共 處 半 生 都 過 去  ~  我 偏 偏 又 後 悔。
為 何 離 別 了  ~  却 願 再 相 隨，
為 何 能 共 對  ~  又 平 淡 似 水，
誰 人 是 我 一 生 中 最 愛  ~  答 案 可 是 绝 對 ? 」
 
這 一 段 歌 詞 寫 得 很 真 挚 細 膩，
道 盡 許 多 人 心 目 中 的 矛 盾。
不 論 男 女，當 他 或 她 長 大 後，
自 然 會 去 尋 找 自 己 的 終 生 伴 侶，
能 從 茫 茫 人 海 中 找 到 自 己 最 愛 的 人，
結 合 到 白 頭 偕 老，這 當 然 是 最 幸 運 的。但 試 問 世 間 有 幾 多 對 至 死 不 渝 的 愛 侶 呢！
在 這 個 情 慾 泛 濫 的 都 市 裏，
許 多 人 因 誤 解 而 結 合，因 了 解 而 分 開，
那 些 剛 相 識 就 愛 得 如 膠 如 漆，
通 常 都 不 會 有 好 結 果。
感 情 是 要 慢 慢 培 養 的，
要 經 得 起 時 間 考 驗，才 不 易 像 牛 奶 那 麼 容 易 變 質。
但 人 許 多 時 最 愛 的 是 一 個 人，
與 之 結 婚 的 又 是 另 一 個 人。
 
究 竟 何 謂 「 愛 」?
並 非 人 人 能 答 得 出。

Coca-Cola Vase

鐵石心腸

鐵 石 心 腸 並 非 天 生，

而 是 從 日 積 月 累 的 生 活 經 驗 中 訓 練 而 成。

例 如 說，我 不 會 為 一 個 拖 男 帶 女，携 老 扶 幼，

把 家 中 老 少 拖 拉 出 來 同 行 乞 的 叫 化 們 付 出 同 情 心。

每 見 到 健 康 正 常 的 夫 婦 帶 着 連 串 小 孩 沿 街 討 乞，

只 覺 憤 怒，為 孩 子 可 憐，但 是 不 會 付 出 一 毛 餞，

免 得 縱 容 了 那 等 無 良 父 母。

又 例 如 說，以 前 自 己 是 個 耳 軟 心 熱 的 人，

聽 不 得 哀 求 句 語，別 人 說 了 三 分 話，

自 己 巳 動 了 七 分 情，明 明 不 合 理 的 事，

也 就 隻 眼 開，隻 眼 閉 的 由 得 它 變 成 合 理，

今 日 看 來，只 覺 荒 謬 可 笑。

一 個 人 或 一 件 事 可 以 容 忍 他 有 點 過 份，

卻 不 能 讓 他 太 過 份。因 為 有 人 過 份，

就 必 需 有 人 讓 步。容 忍 有 限 度，

讓 步 亦 要 有 分 寸，否 則 是 非 黑 白 顛 倒，

到 頭 來 不 僅 吃 虧，還 會 失 去 做 人 原 則。

到 今 天，做 人 可 以 有 自 己 一 套 了，

卻 是 經 過 連 番 風 雨，歲 月 匆 匆，

深 為 白 白 流 失 的 許 多 好 日 子 遺 憾，

而 現 在，唯 恐 再 有 損 失，

慌 不 迭 的 把 自 己 武 裝，日 後 回 首，

是 否 又 會  自 己 機 械 人 的 無 動 於 衷 而 難 過？

到 底 人 還 會 偶 然 地 浮 起 有 情 時 候。

Married Life is Full Of Excitement

1st year of Marriage ~ The Man Speaks and Woman Listens

In The 2nd Year ~ The Woman Speaks and Man Listens

In The 3rd Year ~ They Both Speak

And The Neighbourhood Listens

啞夫妻的故事

 

 

 

 

點燈祈願文

菩 提 本 非 樹    明 鏡 亦 非 臺    本 來 無 一 物    何 處 惹 塵 埃

千 處 祈 求 千 處 應    苦 海 常 作 渡 人 舟

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Hands & Eggs

What Happens To The Hurt

Sometimes we forget how lucky we have it.

But sometimes we realize how unhappy we are.

Some show it.

Feelings come in many forms.

We have to forget our past and move on.

But sometimes it isn't as easy as it sounds. 

Tomorrow is a brighter day,

Unless the clouds decide to make it dull again.

We can't be happy all the time.

Some people pretend to be...

But it's not possible to love everything.

Nobody likes being in an awful situation.

Why should we keep things to ourselves?

Some show feelings by writing poems.

Some show it by yelling at someone else.

Some show them by doing something stupid.

But nobody deserves to be scared to talk.

Nobody deserves to be scared to ask for help

Nobody deserves to live in fear.

Nobody has the right to really hurt someone...

But it happens everywhere,

Everyday.

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My Dearest Brother ~ Damon, [ Happy Birthday this December ]

My Dearest Brother, Damon ~

If I could talk to angels, I'd ask the lucky one who watches over you to make sure you have the happiest birthday, and get lots of compliments and hugs and surprises that make you smile ....  Then I'd put in a special order for speedy delivery on all your wishes in the year ahead.

~ Have A Wonderful Birthday ! ~    

Miss you so much !

From Love Sis,

夢醒時分

愛了不該愛的人  心中滿是傷痕

犯了不該犯的錯  心中滿是悔恨
嚐盡生活的苦  找不到可相信的人

感到萬分沮喪  甚至開始懷疑人生

逃避

誰人多事種芭蕉

早也瀟瀟晚也瀟瀟

是君心緒太無聊

種了芭蕉又怨芭蕉

A Letter to A Silent Brother..

A Letter to A Silent Brother..
Touch Your Heart

Dear Patrick,

I was then an only child who had everything I could ever want. But even a pretty, spoiled and rich kid could get lonely once in a while so when Mom told that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we'd always be together and how much you would look like me. So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were. We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends. they would touch you and sometimes pinch you, but you never reacted. When you were five months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd -- almost like a kitten's.

So we brought you to many doctors. the thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said you have the " cry du chat " ( pronounced kree-do-sha ) syndrome, ' cry of the cat ' in French. When I asked what that meant, he looked at me with pity and softly said, " Your brother will never walk nor talk."

The doctor told us that it is a condition that afflicts one in 50,000 babies, rendering victims severly retarded. Mom was shocked and I was furious. I thought it was unfair. When we went home, Mom took you in her arms and cried. I looked at you and realized that word will get around that you're not normal. So to hold on to my popularity, I did the unthinkable ... I disowned you. Mom and Dad didn't know but I steered myself not to love you as you grew.

Mom and Dad showered you with love and attention and that made me bitter. And as the years passed, that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate.

Mom never gave up on you... She knew she had to do it for your sake. Every time she put your toys down, you'd roll instead of crawl.

I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys and trapped your tummy with foam so you couldn't roll. You'd struggle and you'd cry in that pitiful way, the cry of the kitten. But she still didn't give up. And then one day, you defied what all your doctors said -- you crawled. When Mom saw this, she knew that you would eventually walk. So when you were still crawling at age four, she'd put you on the grass with only your diapers on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass your skin. Then she'd leave you there. I would sometimes watch from the window and smile at your discomfort. You would crawl to the sidewalk and Mom would put you back. Again and again, Mom repeated this on the lawn.

Until one day, Mom saw you pull yourself up and toddle off the grass as fast as your little legs could carry you. Laughing and crying, she shouted for Dad and I to come. Dad hugged you crying openly. I watched from my bedroom window this heartbreaking scene. Over the years, Mom taught you to speak, read and write. From then on, I would sometimes see you walk outside, smell the flowers, marvel at the birds or just smile at no one. I began to see the beauty of the world around me, the simplicity of life and the wonders of this world, through your eyes.

It was then that I realized that you were my brother and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn't, because I had grown to love you.

During the next few days, we again bacame acquainted with each other. I would buy you toys and give you all the love that a sister could ever give to her brother. And you would reward me by smiling and hugging me.

But I guess, you were never really meant for us. On your tenth birthday, you felt severe headaches. The doctor's diagnosis -- leukemia. Mom gasped and Dad held her, while I fought hard to keep my tears from falling. At that moment, I loved you all the more. I couldn't even bear to leave your side. Then the doctors told us that your only hope was to have a bonemarrow transplant. You became the subject of a nationwide donor search. When at last we found the right match, you were too sick, and the doctor reluctantly ruled out the operations. Since then, you underewent chemotherapy and radiation.

Even at the end, you continued to pursue life. Just a month before you died, you made me draw up a list of things you wanted to do when you got out of the hospital. Two days after the list was completed, you asked the doctors to send you home. There, we ate ice cream and cake, run across the grass, flew kites, went fishing, took pictures of one another and let the balloons fly.

I remember the last conversation that we had. You said tha if you die, and if I need of help, I could send you a note to heaven by tying it on the string any a balloon and letting it fly. When you said this, I started crying. Then you hugged me. Then again, for the last time, you got sick.

That last night, you asked for water, a back rub, a cuddle. Finally, you went into seizure with tears streaming down your face. Later, at the hospital, you struggled to talk but the words wouldn't come ... I know what you wanted to say.  " I hear you, " I whispered. And for the last time, I said, " I'll always love you and I will never forget you. Don't be afraid. You'll soon be with God in heaven. "

Then, with my tears flowing freely, I watched the bravest boy I had ever known finally stop breathing. Dad, Mom and I cried until I felt as if there were no more tears left.   Patrick was finally gone, leaving us behind.

From then on, you were my source of inspiration. You showed me how to love life and live life to the fullest. With your simplicity and honesty, you showed me a world full of love and caring. And you made me realize that the most important thing in this life is to continue loving without asking why or how and without setting any limit.   Thank you, my little brother, for all these.

Your sister,
Sarah