林先生曾说过：
“每个女生都是漂亮的。当你喜欢这个女生的时候，她看起来是很美的。但是当你讨厌这个同样的女生，她看起来就会很丑。”真的好有道理啊！
其实，同样的，不管是女生还是男生，每一个人都可以是美丽或英俊的。
我们总有一天也会老去，变得憔悴，但是如果有一个单纯年轻的心胸，大家对你的印象也是如此。我相信大家都是chio buS and shuai geS! 哈哈。。。 ^_-
说到老人，今天下班乘搭地铁的时候看见有人让位给老人做。突然间，我联想到了未来的新加坡。随着我国的人口老化，国家会出现更多年轻一代的人需要让位给与日俱增的长辈们坐。但是，现在的老人还算不错吧，哈哈。。。也许因为这是政府在不断鼓励老人过健康有活力的生活所得到的成果吧。越来越多人能活得更老了。但是，只要活得有价值、健康快乐，我想，这就是一个人所谓的“幸福”了。
And, today while I was walking home, I walked past the same basketball court. Somehow, I was suddenly reminded of how long I haven't been playing basketball!!! Lol... Hopefully I can get to do so soon. =P Just feel like making some shoots.
By the way, I saw this really awesome post on Antonni's blog (Good job, Antonni! =D), and I thought I'd like to share:
There was once a story on the net that tells the story of a workaholic father and his young son. The son would ask money from his father everyday and his father would give him all the spare change that he had left.Every time the boy received the money, he would become very happy and hide in his room for a long period. After a while, his father became curious on his son’s intentions.“Surely a young boy like him doesn’t need so much money. Is he hiding something from me?”The father tried to check on the boy’s room but could not find the money that he had kept.He had the final draw when the boy asked him for $5 one day.“You don’t need $5, what do you want $5 for?”His son just smiled at him and rose out his hand.“How can you ask for so much money at such a young age! What is it that you are hiding? Don’t you know the value of money? Don’t you know how hard I’m working outside to earn the dollar?” The father finally couldn’t endure any longer and gave his son a tight slap on his cheeks.The boy was shocked and ran back to his room crying.Guilt ran over the father as he slowly opened the door to his son’s room. His son was hiding under his blanket as gentle cries could still be heard.“I’m sorry son, I didn’t mean it… I’m just too frustrated at work. Here’s five dollars”The father apologized and placed a five-dollar note on his bed.The boy didn’t cried anymore as he happily picked up the note.“Dad?”“Yes son?”“How much do you earn per day?”“I earned a hundred a day. Why are you asking me this question?”The father felt another rush of rage upon.The boy smiled as he took out an old tin can and poured onto his bed.Out from the tin can came out all the coins in varies value as the boy carefully did a final count.With the five-dollar note in his hand, the boy let out a big smile.“I have a hundred dollars with me Dad, can I employ you for a day so that you no need to go to work?”Knowing that I got what some people can't get, I feel very lucky. And that's what I love--the fortunate feel and genuine sense of satisfaction. =)
