D Art of Sharing Our CookiE BenZ - part 2

D Art of Sharing "bEAr"

~ "Bear", One of M.S.' fav pets~

D Art of Sharing a CARROT, an EGG and a cup of COFFEE

A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first s he placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, 'Tell me what you see.

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?

'Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor.If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?

Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

d art of sharing WISDOM

I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold

He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,

And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes

Both my joys and sorrows I stored
But though the gold became heavier each day

The black was as light as before

With curiosity, I opened the black

I wanted to find out why

And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole

Which my sorrows had fallen out by

I showed the hole to God,

and mused aloud,"I wonder where my sorrows could be.

"He smiled a gentle smile at me.""My child, they're all here with me."
I asked, "God, why give me the boxes,

Why the gold, and the black with the hole?""

My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,

The black is for you to let go."
We should consider all of our friends a blessing.

A ball is a circle, No beginning, no end.

It keeps us together Like our Circle of Friends

But the treasure inside for you to see

is the treasure of friendship You've granted to me.

Today I pass the friendship ball to you.

Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.....

D Art of Sharing M.S.' Birthday

~ self-wrap heart-shaped ornament~

~ Exclusive Hand-made B-day Card,...& Parfums by Elizabeth Arden : "Green Tea" ~

Recipe for Home-made Birthday Cake for M.S. : LoTs of LOVE, CARE, UNDERSTANDING, TOLERANCE...Sugar, Sugar.....Honey, Honey..... (yum Yum..sWeet Ar!!!)

D Art of Sharing GOOD OLD DAYS

"BAr-Bee"

"last time, I was only 13....and now I'm 23 (SIGH) Ha!ha!ha!..."

"Mmm Koi...1 "Tao Jiong" pls.."

"everything here is OLD, including this OLD waitress ("Siew Yee") ar??"


.....Those were the days......

"Panas!..panas!..."khuan sui lei!!"..."

"where is the drunken master ah??..i thought i saw him juz now?"

"aiyar....minyak, gas...apa pun naik!!, jom-lah,kita naik bukit and tebang pokok untuk dapatkan keratan kayu untuk memasak..ei, balak bukan lagi mahal meh? "

Ladies a.k.a "Mao Chi" (in Cantonese)

"harlou, harlou..eX-Sir-CUte Me ar...i One War-ter"...Opss..sore-Lee Ar,,,last time where got Ing-Lish One??? the "Siew Yee" won't unDer-setem One Lar"

...we were at "GOOD OLD DAYS" (Cantonese : "Gao Jhan Si") restaurant....
(Food : *, Price : **, Service : ***, Atmosphere : ****)

D Art of Sharing M.S.

hUH???! COCOnut milk - Brand : M & S ???..what a coincidence???!!...the alphabet(s) / initial(s), M and S has a special implicit meaning to me....i used to call/refer to my gf's name as M.S. whenever I mentioned about her in front of my colleagues & frenz (b'coz her name is M _ _ _ S _ _ _ Wong),...then as we started dating, I call her M.Y S.WEETY (eh-hem, ok - skip!)...............and guess what??...our newest family member, "Cookie Benz", a M.iniature S.chanuzer!!!!

D Art of Sharing : "Kathy AM"

...ONCE, we were at "K.T.M" station, Sentul....Oh ya, did i ever mention that i HATE "Kathy AM" so much....but sadly, it's an example where u hate something yet u have no choice but to keep going back to that something almost daily b'coz u have no other better option...To avoid unnecessary confrontation, I wish to reiterate that i don't hate "Kathy" BUT "Kathy AM!!!!!"

(n/b: pic(s) in this blog is/are for record purpose(s) ONLY, so plz don't mind the quality)

D Art of Sharing : Dog Logic

...considering the recent unpleasant experience(s) with SOME of my "so-called frenz" (SIGH!!!), I can't agree more with the following (N/B : of course, if applicable and with some exceptions) :

(i) The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. -Anonymous

(ii)There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. -Ben Williams

(iii) A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.-Josh Billings



(iv) The average dog is a nicer person than the average person. -Andy Rooney



(v) Dogs love their friends & bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love & always have to mix love & hate -Anonymous



(vi)Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never washed a dog. -Franklin P. Jones



(vii) If your dog is fat, you aren't getting enough exercise -Unknown



(viii)Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. -Robert A. Heinlein



(ix) Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. -Roger Caras



(x) If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man. -Mark Twain



(xi)If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them. -Phil Pastoret

D Art of SHARING OUR "CoOkiE BenZ"

"Cookie-BenZ"

~ TIDUR-time : with his toy, "Blue Mouse" ~

~ MAKAN-time ~

"..wei..don't take my pic....shy!.."

"..ZzzzZzz,...so sien Ah ar!!...."

"Yum-yum..my master bought so many toys for me..but i still prefer (not the "bantal-busuk" but) the "handkerchief-busuk"..hehehe!!"

"Errrghhh....i'm a fierce little cub..oOppS..i mean..puppy"

Apa tengok-tengok??? Hand-sum leh??

"Wroof Wrooff !! ..My name is COOKIE BENZ (male) !....I'm a cute Miniature Schnauzer ...I was born on 15th day of March 2008...My master and his "sweet sweet" girlfriend "found" me at PeTsMoRE, Jalan Sultan, K.L. on 1st day of May 2008 and I was later brought home on 4th day of May 2008, after getting a nice hair cut at PeTsMore, Kepong". I'm very intelligent, playful (to be more precise, ge po loh) and alert....and yea, naughty oso (im still a puppy ma, what do u expect???)

D Art of Sharing RED ROSES

REMINDER : Before you start reading get a box of Kleenex handy - a real tearjerker

Each year he sent her roses,and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year,than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow,with every passing year."

She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.Her loving husband did not know,that he would pass away.He always liked to do things early,way before the time.Then, if he got too busy,everything would work out fine.She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.She would sit for hours,In her husband's favorite chair.While staring at his picture,and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude,that had become her fate.Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door.She brought the roses in,and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone,to call the florist shop. The owner answered, and she asked him,if he would explain,Why would someone do this to her,causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away,more than a year ago," The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.The flowers you received today,were paid for in advance.Your husband always planned ahead,he left nothing to chance.There is a standing order,that I have on file down here,And he has paid, well in advance,you'll get them every year.There also is another thing,that I think you should know, He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago. Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here,that's the card that should be sent to you the following year."

She thanked him and hung up the phone,her tears now flowing hard.Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached To get the card. Inside the card, she saw thathe had written her a note.Then, as she stared in total silence,this is what he wrote..."Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone.I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.I know it must be lonely,and the pain is very real. Or if it was the other way,I know how I would feel.The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.I loved you more than words can say,you were the perfect wife.You were my friend and lover,you fulfilled my every need.I know it's only been a year,but please try not to grieve.I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.When you get these roses,think of all the happiness,That we had together,and how both of us were blessed.I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on,you have some living still. Please...try to find happiness,while living out your days.I know it is not easy,but I hope you find some ways.The roses will come every year,and they will only stop,When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock.He will come five times that day,in case you have gone out.But after his last visit,he will know without a doubt To take the roses to the place,where I've instructed him.and place the roses where we are, together once again."

Sometimes in life,you find a special friend; Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.

..JUDged and B JUDgeD..

I judged you today; you didn't fit my image of how you should act.

I wasted a whole day thinking you should have done it this way.

I couldn't talk to my Father because my mind was completely absorbed in what

I wanted you to be like.

I didn't have the joy my Father promises.

I just couldn't think about that now.

You were in the wrong.

I picked up the word trying to prove I was right, then I saw it.

Judge and you shall be judged, condemn and you shall be condemned.

On the outer side I had written --Release---

I started wondering what could this mean, Release?

I thought and I thought then it came to me.

When I judge you I put myself in prison,

When I condemn you I lock myself up.

I don't talk to Jesus; I don't intercede for hurting people,

I don't smile. I put myself in an emotional bondage.

So for today I will release you and me.

We are both to live our lives imitating our Father.

Today I didn't, please forgive me.

I love you your way,and my way,

But especiallyHis Way.

- by Rachel Latner

D Art of Sharing...WHAT 2 ??

Gasoline, Seri Kembangan

~D curve~

" RED DOOR"