Monday, November 29, 2010

Just like I always wanted

Say you're sorry, that face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it
As I paced back and forth this time
Cause I honestly believed you

Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes
And never really have a chance
I had so many dreams

Just like I always wanted
Cause I'm not your princess
This ain't a fairytale........................................

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Unproductive Competency

I been trying to search around..
kinda late for me?
at this stage? 
at this age?
looking for a better way to gain something that I could hold on...

yeah....people say it's never too late....
never too soon...
but people would not understand if they not in my shoe...or maybe in your shoe...

talk about an unproductive competency...
was wondering due to my miserable career path...
still searching what I do like...
where would it gonna be end...duh !! don't think that I start any to end it up...

Unproductive Competency - It is a wasted skill, knowledge and experience or training which are not utilised in the workplace due to many factors which block performance...

1. People are not provide with the opportunity...
2. People are not motivated to apply what they know...
3. Superiors override subordinates' better ideas...
4. People are afraid to apply what they know...
5. Company has not exploited new opportunities to use new competency...
6. The competency does not relevance neither the employee nor to the company...
7. The corporate culture prevents people from using their competency...

to be frank....all the list above is under my miserable career...
I do not know where to start...where to build...

Lesson

It's been awhile for me to stop writing...
kinda stopping as I'm not sure how to express myself...
how to deal with it...
how to face it...
does it really make me thinks twice thrice even it keep on repeating in my small tiny mind...

rather than talking...it's make me think...
what is my word?
what words is mine?
representing who am I ?

I may not be a good talker neither to have lotsa friends like you do...
I may not seen the whole world out there...
but I am trying to build it..
to see it...
to gain it...
to learn it...

I may try to change myself to be a better me...
to be some one that could stand out from others...
to be the one that wouldn't be that so naive...
to be the one that wouldn't so touchy...
to be the one that could really match to the world out side there....

but please... it couldn't be happen in just a single click of finger tip...
it couldn't be just happen in a few second after what I wish to be...
I couldn't be as pro as good as you are...

I am learning...and everyday I do learning...
I see from a different view of everything...
I listen to surround rather than to start talking out loud...

critical path is to gain the experience...
each of the experiences, teaching me when to start to sit, crawl, walk, run...
and now it's teach me how and when to start to talk and listen...

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I Cried When I Knew I Lost You, 
Afraid I Had Lost It All. 
Then I Realized That Losing You, 
Didn't Have To Mean I Lost Me

Monday, November 15, 2010

Blessed


This is great; take a moment to read it,

It will make your day!
The ending will surprise you 
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
  When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
 

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man... He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.' 
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.  
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.  
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'  
There was silence...  
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.' 
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'  
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'

But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting....’ Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

'We have $10, who will bid $20?'

'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
The crowd was becoming angry.
They didn't want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gravel. '
Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

A man sitting on the second row shouted,’
Now let's get on with the collection!' 
The auctioneer laid down his gravel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'  
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.  
The man who took the son gets everything!'  
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'  
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
  
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE....THAT'S LOVE

Saturday, November 13, 2010

It is and always

you break my heart...no matter what reason you said..its doesnt approve any rational on it thou you faking on my appearance...