This Is A WRATH!!!

It has been a long time since my last post.

I don’t know what should i post here ever since there is a lot of things happened to me.

My heart is changed, literary, and i’m afraid if the changes were not the good one.

I did realized something (or i pretend i don’t) that i haven’t contact anyone that i used to just like what i did before. Unsurprisingly, i don’t think it is big news.

That’s normal because sometime “some people” need time for themselves. So do i.

My apology if “the person” thinks i haven’t contact “you” for a long time but it’s not a big deal for “you” right?

“you” still have someone who you can text too.

You don’t need MY TEXT for your pleasure.

Sorry if i’m a bit rough to “you”. ”you” just told me that i didn’t “speak to” “you” either.

I thought “you” knew “my Level” in “YOUR HEART”... i am nobody of “yours” so i don’t think that is important.

so let us be clear here, and don’t misunderstand me.

Before i forget, this month things that happened had maddening me.

Start from the group work, unexpected program; work in class also the relationship. Very frustrated! I don’t know what too do. Damn! These things make me infuriate.

Now, i have no mood to go home! It surprised me a lot. I’m excited when it comes to weekend because i wanted to go home badly.

I miss my mama, my abah and my boo. More importantly i miss my mama’s cook and i want to spend time with her again.

Sadly, everything was ruined by that stupid “THINGIES”...

If you want to help someone,

MAKE SURE YOU ARE HELPING!

DON’T MAKE THING WORST!!

I really can’t hold myself if I HAVE TO DO “THAT THINGY” TWICE!

THAT’S NOT MY TYPE, OKAY!! FOR “THAT PERSONTHING” ... GO FIND NEW PLACE!

One more thing, NEVER PLAY WITH FOOD!

Honestly, i hate people who “play” with food. It’s not like you make the food as a toy, NO! 

It’s when you’re eating the food and then you’re full you just passed around the food to someone else, and the person you passed the food to also full, and he/she did the same as you did to another person and the same thing happen.

Why don’t you just finish the food without questioning?? Is it hard for you?? Come on people.

Don’t waste food!

You KNEW that already.

Okay! HAVE no mood to continue. See you at another post.

Irony In Us

being with you in just a minute has seize my day...

but... with you, i'm suffered.

please,

could we just forget that we know each other?

because, i'm not happy with you.

i never thought of this until just now.

or worse, this is the level that i'm scared of because it is the limit of my feeling towards you. i'm too tired to love you as we never understand each other. so, i took this decision to let you go. wish you happy with your life...

A Sweet Lesson On Patience

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:


I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.


After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.


By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.


There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.


'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.


She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.


She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'


'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'


'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..


'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.


I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.


'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.


For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.


We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.


Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.


As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.


Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.


I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.


'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.


'Nothing,' I said


'You have to make a living,' she answered.


'There are other passengers,' I responded.


Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.


'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'


I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..


I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?


On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.


We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.


But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

[Speechless]

i have nothing to say about this.

my heart's melting

as i read this story

very touching.

honestly,

i wonder if there is anyone

like this man in this world.

honestly,

my mood become forlorn.

i hope i will be more patience in doing something.

i hope so.

YA ALLAH,

please lend me your strength

and lead me to become YOUR patience subjects

who will be loyal, obedient, and obey

to YOU and YOUR WORD and COMMAND.

amin YA ALLAH.

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