2015年9月24日星期四

Don't work too hard


The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more but enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have Underfloor Heating more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a Nutrilite Hong Kong living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but, lower morals.

We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, Playgroup but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but more broken homes.

These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. Where are we heading...?

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family an unwise investment indeed.

So what is the morale of the story???

and you know what's the full word of family?

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU.

2015年9月16日星期三

To be honest

That was a late October evening, the very first day that I ever saw you. Love at first site you may say. What a feelings. I knew right then that I will be spending rest of my life with you. I still remember the very first smile in your face, looking down to me from your balcony. WOW, how could I forget that? That was the year 2003, my very first year in Dhaka University. Life was wonderful, lots of fun at the university and home, in the old town of Dhaka. Just came out of all male college. Got the freedom of my life. No restriction from home, I can come home whenever I like or do whatever I want to do. Just like a bird, no limit. until that ate October day, I did not a have any female friends. So you canDream beauty pro forget about a girlfriend. I was very shy and always nervous when surrounded women. But that afternoon, a RED piece of thin cloth (Orna) just changed all that. I was walking down the street, just enjoying a wonderful late afternoon. All of a sudden, a piece of cloth just dropped on me, covering my whole upper body. I got surprised and uncover myself. Look around me and then looked up. There you were standing on your first floor balcony and laughing at me. That was the first time I have ever seen someone that pretty. I am sorry — you said with big smile in your face. My “orna” just dropped out, would you mind to hold on to it I am coming down. No word out of my mouth. Is this really happening to me. Did she said that she is coming down. I look around nervously. Should I just wait or should I leave. Where do I go.Dream beauty pro I see a little stair going from the street to the down stair of that house. I looked in by extending my head. Should I go in? Before I decide I see you standing by the door. Just 5 feet away, with a great smile on your face. Sorry for that, could I have my “Orna” please — you said. Sure, Sure, here it is — I replied with a very nervous voice. I step up to her and hand over her “Orna”. Thanks, do you live around here? You asked Dream beauty pro. Yes — I said. Thanks again. I will see you again. I nod my head with agreement. That was my first conversation with you and for sure was not the last. My first love — I love you.