learning petals

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 humor 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.”

hit d pause button at the right corner, to stop the looping music of the blog. -->  (just above God hears every word :)



tho the song is a little slow n draggy, but i adore the lyrics. the article challenged us to study the lyrics of the song, and live them out in our daily life. clickety click for the full article.



Growing older is mandatory. Growing up is optional. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. tats nice.

mm polka dots

- on the train
                             - in the bus
                                                 - on the bed trying to fall asleep
                                                                                               - waiting


i realized, its only during these time when i really feel like blogging and have the desire to put down the thoughts in mind....


but when i'm finally sitting in front of the computer wanting to type, the too much in mind just ended up too tangled in a knot. difficult to explain, tiring to summarize. in the end, u get constipation.

all i feel like doing is
draw...
at least, tat little piece of my mind can come out and take a walk.

i know i must be thankful! i am thankful....  but when someone ask me bout what's next? sigh
i dunno anything bout it either.

make sense to me

Love is doing little things

Remembrance is the joy it brings.

It lends a warmth to every heart

Little things are so great a part

Of what it’s like to love the best

To run the mile and pass the test.

God doesn’t ask you to be the lark

Or brighten skies with your spark.

He only asks what you can do

To plod along ’til you are through.

Your labors need not be so fine,

But quiet, soft, and quite benign.

Hardly noticed by the like of these

But greater far than forest trees.

Because they sought no great reward

But merely to help others toward

Some sheltered love which is from God.

Doing little things isn’t very hard.

~ Jean Quigley