About me and my MOM

Time really flies. 

Now I have only two weeks of holiday left to enjoy and relax. However, I am torn between anticipation and stress. The anticipation of the start of a new semester is big, but the stress that I am going to undergo is equally heavy too. Nevertheless, I also feel sad to leave my both my parents and grandma to go study. I truly enjoyed spending time with them, whether be it we are just hanging around at home, slouching on the sofa watching dramas, or going to the mall, buying snacks and ice creams, walking and doing window-shopping, they always keep me warm company and I feel truly moved and touched.

One of the dramas that me and my mother shared:

Drama title : Perfect couple (Jin Yu Liang Yuan 金玉良缘)

This is a chinese love-comedy drama that depicts love between a normal country girl
who imposes as the daughter (qian jin 千金) of a wealthy family
and get married to the man (shao ye 少爷) of a wealthy family too.
Although all these happened by accident,
(as most love dramas like "accident")
they eventually grew to love and treasure each other.

My mum and I enjoyed the drama show very much as we both love such Chinese traditional background setting, especially the Chinese traditional clothing and hair accessories. Furthermore, the actor and actress are both good-looking... We catched every episode of the drama right on time and often ate dinner right on front of the TV! (Now... that's a rarity among moms who often nagged their children about having their dinner properly) 

(When I am small, I always dreamed of me being the princess (gong zhu 公主) with long long hair and fashioned into some buns, decorated with alot of chinese hairpins... haha!)

And I am going to do my next blog post about my children fantasy of hair buns and deco! Cheers!

It feels awesome to have a lot of interests in common with my mother and I am so proud to have her in my life!

I thank GOD for blessing me such a warm loving family. I really do hope that they can live a long life until the day when I grow to have the ability and strength, so that I can repay the debt of love they showered me throughout my life.

Change Your Thinking

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'

Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'

The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues ... Do not keep this letter ... You could change a life too ...

 

Its been a while...

Its been a long long time since i published my last post. I am constantly caught up in the busy traffic of Facebook (LOL), nevertheless classes and homeworks as well.

Thankfully, I felt refreshed and anew after 2 months of holiday break. I can finally be myself again and indulge in my own hobbies. I played piano, read storybooks, go to the cinema, watched my favorite dramas together with my grandmother, shopping with my mom, hang out with my family, and lazed around at home when I am not doing anything else.

I feel warmth and love staying at home with good food, lots of rest, and a peace of mind. There's nothing more which I could ever hope for. I love my family wholeheartedly.

My mom brought back a nice storybook for me from school one day, titled "Season of Passion". I got caught up in the first chapter and refused to put down the book unless I really had to. It just took me a few days to finish the whole book. Definitely a page-turner. The story was breathtaking as it revolves around the theme of love and greed. Highly recommended for a good read.

I was delighted when my boyfriend pays me for a visit. I love and adore him. However I feel sorry for him because I had to attend to my family members and ignore him at times. I am happy that my family welcomed him happily as this was his first time dropping by. He carry good cheerful conversations with my grandmother and make her happy. As for me, his presence made me feel sweet and warming. I am lucky to have him. I do hope he is lucky to have me too.

Smiles :)
Have a great day!

Attitude MESSAGE - Too beautiful not to share with my friends

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror,

and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. 

'Well,' she said, 'I think I'll braid my hair today.' 

So she did and she had a wonderful day. 



The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror

and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.

'H-M-M,' she said, 'I think I'll part my hair down the middle today.'

So she did and she had a grand day. 



The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed

that she had only one hair on her head.

'Well,' she said, 'today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail.'

So she did, and she had a fun, fun day. 



The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and

noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.

'YAY!' she exclaimed. 'I don't have to fix my hair today!' 




Attitude is everything. 




Be kinder than necessary,

for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

Live simply,

Love generously,

Care deeply,

Speak kindly,

and pray continually.

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain.

 It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived. 

Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and pray for the ones that don’t.

In a Good Mood...

All of a sudden, I feel like redesigning my blog. I don't know why, but it feels good... ^^


I am abit lazy to update my blog though~

Dream Wedding Gowns

I just don't know when I began to be so OBSESSED in wedding gowns... They are just so extravagant!

Here are a few examples of designs:

This is just so classic... Simply look at the ruffles and the ruffles! 

My favourite!

Simple cuttings and strapless design. An extra long pink ribbon was tied to the model's slender waist for a finishing touch... Simple but elegant!

Simply love the exclusive back design of this superb gown and the low cut in the front.

Another example of low cut and ruffles done nicely with addition of glittering diamonds. Such a sexy look...

The shoulder design reminds me of Belle (Beauty and the Beast) in her almost similar yellow ball-gown. This gown creates a look of pure innocence. 

A perfect princess look.

Michael's Night - A MUST READ---------------------------

 My best friend sent me this touching and meaningful story through e-mail... Therefore, I decided to share this with everyone, Hope U guys will like it!

Story -- Worth   Reading!!!

At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf.
I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years.
Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.

However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils.
One such student was Michael. Michael was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Michael.

 

But Michael said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.
So I took him as a student. Well, Michael began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Michael tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.

Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, '
My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless.
He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Michael off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.

Then one day Michael stopped coming to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming.
He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Michael (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital..
I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify.
He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing.    'Miss Hondorf I've just got to play!'   he insisted.

I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital.
Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came.
The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives.
I put Michael up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.'

Well, the recital went off without a hitch.
The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Michael came up on stage.
His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it.     'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. ' Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?'

 

Michael pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major.
I was not prepared for what I heard next.
His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories.
He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso.
His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!
Never had I heard Mozart played so well by a  person his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo
And everyone was on their feet in wild applause. 

 Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Michael in joy.
'I've never heard you play like that Michael! How'd you do it? '
Through the microphone Michael explained:
'Well Miss Hondorf . .. Remember I told you my Mom was sick?  Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning And well . .
She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play.
I wanted to make it special.'

There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.
As the people from Social Services led Michael from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy, and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Michael as my pupil.

 

No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . Of Michael's!
He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.

 

Michael was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.

And now, a footnote to the story.

If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably thinking about which people on your address list aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message.
The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference.
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a bit colder in the process?
 

Thank you for reading this!

May God bless you all today,tomorrow and forever *********

Touching... Isn't it?