The Path of Time

There are times when as much as you want to lend a hand or reach out to someone, you just get turned down. Even if your intentions were in all ways out of good faith and purely out of kindheartedness. I once knew this guy, now a friend of mine. He was born with certain defects in his legs causing him to be unable to walk and he had to live with the unfortunate fact of growing up with crutches. Not a very enjoyable way of growing up if you ask for my honest opinion. I met this guy, Steve in secondary school one afternoon when I was making my way up the staircase to get to my classroom. I saw him with his crutches and I could see he was struggling up the staircase. Have you ever tried scaling up a flight on stairs with crutches? Far from fun, believe me. I decided to approach him to give him a hand up the stairs. Surprisingly, he turned me down and in a rather forceful way. He looked at him very sternly I said, "Look, I am a bloody handicap and yes, I am bloody struggling up this fl

Too many of us, if not the world at large, roses are like the universal flowers to tell someone, "I love you...." Three amazing words that can invite the rainbow after a stormy day, put a smile on your face and make your heart melt like a candle in the dark. I did recently give flowers to someone. First time giving flowers by the way (*^_^*). It was a really nice feeling knowing that a dozen roses placed a nice smile on someone's face. It is a universal fact that roses signifies love and affection. But one bugging question lies in my mind - why is it that despite the beautiful red it carries and the all so soothing shape of the petals that rose has, it has thorns around its stem? The question came to my mind when I accidentally pricked my finger on the flowers I bought when I tried to drain the water from the bouquet of roses. I guess God has his reasons for creating the rose as such. Over the weekend I think I found the answer to the question. The weekend was one tiring,

Over the last 5 months, I got to know someone whom I really wanted to know a long time ago. It must have been at least a year I've been quietly taking peeks, trying to work the math on how to approach her, scratching my head figuring out how to make first contact. Most important of all - first contact. Mind boggling it was! It all started with a couple of book receipts and I found myself having little nudges in my heart. Couldn't really explain what the feeling was, neither was I capable of understanding how it all transpired. It simply wasn't a feeling I'd get everyday. It felt all too foreign to me. When I found myself wanting to know her, I knew the little nudges in my heart meant something. Strangely, it has been an up and down, somewhat roller coaster ride in the whole process of trying to get to know her. It has made me understand better about the complexity of the human emotion and it always takes two hands to clap. Above and beyond that, I learned something more

When I first started fishing about 10 years ago as a teenager, I was always eager to hook up something from the pond I usually fished in. The feeling of having a bite was simply amazing as newbie to fishing. I used to go fishing almost on a weekly basis with a close friend of mine who got me started on fishing. I used to call him Foong. He was a funny guy, full of energy, always hyper and running around so when he introduced me to fishing, I was surprised because I simply couldn't imagine an energetic guy like him sitting down to fish patiently. There was one time, when we went out to our usual pond to fish and it was almost after 2 hours, we both had no bites, no gentle tugs to our lines at all. I was losing patience and was beginning to toss my line without considering whether I was hitting a fish-rich part of the pond or not. Obviously, it was wasted effort and frustration simply built up further. I kept trying and trying and trying for the next hour or so before we both decided

Two nights ago I was on my way home from work probably about 11-nish. I soon realised my car needs a fill up of petrol otherwise I would likely find myself pushing the car home (not something I would like to try, believe me). There was this usual petrol station I drop by for petrol every time my car needs a gas up. Normally every time I am there to gas up, I usually see the usual familiar faces who work the night shift but that night it was different. There was a new guy on the job. I noticed him when he walked over to my pump when I was swiping in my credit card into the pump. I was surprised when he walked up to me to ask if the machine works explaining to me some of the pumps in the station had a tendency of having glitches when it comes to accepting credit cards. I gladly expressed my appreciation for his concern in ensuring my credit card transaction went through and went on with filling up my car's petrol tank. Then he said, "You want to know a tip on how you can save pe