A story

I heard a story on radio yesterday. The title is "I still have an apple."

A man was lost in a vast desert. Scorching hot, perch dry, isolated from civilisation. He was desperate, alone, frantic and lost for hope when he found an apple on the ground. He didn't eat it but kept it in his pocket as he carried on walking and walking..

There came a point in time when he was so thirsty that he wanted to eat the apple, but he didn't. He continued walking and walking until he was so exhausted and dehydrated that he felt he could go on no more. At this moment, he took out his apple and he told himself, "Hey, at least I still have an apple." With that, he mustered his last ounce of energy and pushed himself to continue walking.

As the journey proceeded, there were times when he wanted to give up but everytime, he would take out his apple and tell himself to go on because he still have the apple. Eventually, he found his way out of the desert...

Moral of the story, we will encounter many setbacks in life but we must always look at the positive side, look at the things we have, the "apples" in our lives and.. carry on living! No matter what, life goes on..

First one

I'm actually that bored. Just visited zx's blog and decided to start one of my own. Stuck at my mum's office now doing nothing. I don't know why I'm actually here in the first place, supposedly to 'work', but there isn't anything for me to do!!

My life sux big big big big big big big big time. I can't ever remember a time when things have ever gone so wrong. This has been an awful awful year so far. I've failed in everything I've been doing.. Not going to announce to the whole world about it because.. I still want to save some face for myself. N.. sigh I'm just not the sort who likes to talk about the mishaps that are happening to myself. When something goes wrong, I prefer to keep it to myself. It's my mechanism, how I operate, how I combat sadness. I see tears as a weakness, n I know if someone starts to console me, my tears will start flowing. How can I bear to let anyone see me crying??!

The only person who can console myself, is myself.

Some people mistooken my refusal to share, my dismissal "oh I don't wanna talk about it" as nonchalance. They think I don't care and whatever is happening to me doesn't affect me on a large scale. That's rubbish. N of all people, that person must be my bf. Great. Did I tell you? Life is fantastic.