Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Hope u'll get well soon..

Hi..everyone..Thanks for viewing my blog.. I rarely updates because of my pc having some sickness..huhu Hardly to find dr. to cure it.. Now, i force my pc to work although it sick.. really sad for it..my pc was hang when i click watever in the msg box that appeared, so i just ignore the box by putting it below.. even there are no sound coming out from my pc, it might be i deleted the virus that make the sound not functioning.
It become serious day by day~now having problem shutting down pc..Most of the time, it hang until i force to click the start button until its off everything.



This is how i able to on9 longer if i hide the things.. haizz.. Hope my Pc will get well soon, its one of my life now.. cant live without it.. Its become my frens to share my happiness and sadness.. haha.. It follow me whenever i go.. from Kampar to Cyber jaya and bck to Kampar recently..from studying until im working..

n finally fed up when this alwys pop-up..Too much of Sickness ady.. Pity my dear pc..

Hope u'll get well soon~! I still got a lot of thing need to share with u!!

Monday, March 9, 2009

The story begin....

Hello... Welcome to Memoirs of J'kie ~! The purpose of this blog is to jot down the happy memories that happened. We should feel bless for what we have and appreciate wat ppl have done for us.. be Optimist when facing challenges...

I would like to share a story in my 1st entry.. This story really gives a lot of insight to me..

There was an old man in a village, very poor, but even kings were jealous of him because he had a beautiful white horse. Kings offered fabulous prices for the horse, but the man would say, "This horse is not a horse to me, he is a person. And how can you sell a person, a friend?" The man was poor, but he never sold the horse.

One morning, he found that the horse was not in the stable. The whole village gathered and they said, "You foolish old man! We knew that someday the horse would be stolen. It would have been better to sell it. What a misfortune!"

The old man said, "Don't go so far as to say that. Simply say that the horse is not in the stable. This is the fact: everything else is a judgment. Whether it is a misfortune or a blessing I don't know, because this is just a fragment. Who knows what is going to follow it?"

People laughed at the old man. They had always known that he was a little crazy. But after fifteen days, suddenly one night the horse returned. He had not been stolen; he had escaped into the world. And not only that, he brought a dozen wild horses with him.

Again the people gathered and they said, "Old man, you were right. This was not a misfortune, it has indeed proved to be a blessing."

The old man said, "Again you are going too far. Just say that the horse is back, who knows whether it is a blessing or not? It is only a fragment. You read a single word in a sentence - how can you judge the whole book?"

This time the people could not say much, but inside they knew that he was wrong. Twelve beautiful horses had come.

The old man had an only son who started to train the wild horses. Just a week later he fell from a horse and his legs were broken. The people gathered again and again they judged. They said, "Again you proved right! It was misfortune. Your only son has lost the use of his legs, and in your old age he was your only support. Now you are poorer than ever."

The old man said, "You are obsessed with judgment. Don't go that far. Say only my son has broken his legs. Nobody knows whether this is a misfortune or a blessing. Life comes in fragments and more is never given to you."

It happened that after a few weeks the country went to war and all the young men of the town were forcibly taken for military. Only the old man's son was left, because he was crippled. The whole town was crying and weeping, because it was a losing fight and they knew most of the young people would never come back. They came to the old man and they said, "You were right, old man - this has proved a blessing. Maybe your son is crippled, but he is still with you. Our sons are gone forever."

The old man said again, "You go on and on judging. Nobody knows! Only say this, that your sons have been forced to enter into the army and my son has not been forced. But only God, the total, knows whether it is a blessing or a misfortune."

Judge yea not, otherwise you will never become one with the total. With fragments you will jump to conclusions. Once you judge you have stopped growing. Judgment means a stale state of mind.

Blessing or Misfortune??
+the end+

Hope this story will bring some inspiration in your life~!