5 May 2007

I will be making new entries on my space http://kimchiew.spaces.live.com , it is too hard to maintain too many logs, and my space is more user friendly . Cheers. See you at my space ( The wonderful world of Kim)

17 March 2007 Back from Sarawak

My holiday was extended from two to four weeks , giving me more time for sight-seeing and shopping. Mom is sadly severely demented and is now in a nursing home. Click on my webshots to
see some of my holiday photos.

24 January 2007 "Your Son Is Here"

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital : the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked. The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered. "No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."

The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.

WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.
WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

17 January 2007 12 steps to a better self

I have made mistakes and have grieved somebody that meant a lot to me at one time. Learning to forgive myself is an important step of growth. No matter what the agrieved person has said in response, I am trying not to take it personally and let it belittle me.

Take a look at this site: 12 steps to a better self

http://www.davidlweatherford.com/steps.html

4 January 2007 - My car

Merry Christmas 14 December 2006

http://www.jonamu.com/credo.html
must be one of the best site for christmas greetings. This guy wrote " slow Dance" as well. The top of his page has his credo for daily living, the same as what I would adhere to. Hope you will click onto it and enjoy.
Kim

30 November 2006 - quotes on LOVE

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love you want the other person.
--Margaret Anderson

The love we give away is the only love we keep.
--Elbert Hubbard

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
--Tom Robbins

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
--Mother Teresa

He who has never experienced hurt, cannot experience true love.
--Tristan J. Loo
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
--Neil Gaiman

I love you. It's not a weight you must carry around. I love you. It's not a box that holds you in. I love you. It's not a standard you have to bear. I love you. It's not a sacrifice I make. I love you. It's not a pedestal you are frozen upon. I love you. It's not an expectation of perfection. I love you. It's not my life's whole
purpose (or your's). I love you. It's not to make you change. I love you. It's not even to make you love me. I love you. It's as pure and simple as that.
--Anonymous