Today was the first time I didn't feel sleepy in any of my classes at all. It must have been the excitement of going back to school and the happy mood of mine. I've got curls again! Promised myself that I won't be so stupid to cut off my curls like the last time. Our class has a new co-form teacher which Darwina and Sabrina adores temporary. Thank god he is our new GP teacher, he is a million times much better than our predicted one.
One good news is that I have lost 3kg! The even better and happier news is that I have got an A for Chinese. With my seriously lousy standard in chinese and the super difficult section B paper, to have this mark, I am very happy. It is not everyday that I can see miracles happening for my chinese. Tomorrow is my Chinese Oral and hopefully I'll do well.
Here's an inspirational story for you guys to read. Hopefully after reading this you would learn the amount of happiness you have, is how much you want it to be. Whether you want to be happy or not, it is the choice and decision that you make which affects it. It is how you see happiness to be.
Each Day Is A Gift
by Author Unknown
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. "I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged, it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away, just for this time in my life."
She went on to explain, "Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing."
And with a smile, she said: "Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less."
One good news is that I have lost 3kg! The even better and happier news is that I have got an A for Chinese. With my seriously lousy standard in chinese and the super difficult section B paper, to have this mark, I am very happy. It is not everyday that I can see miracles happening for my chinese. Tomorrow is my Chinese Oral and hopefully I'll do well.
Here's an inspirational story for you guys to read. Hopefully after reading this you would learn the amount of happiness you have, is how much you want it to be. Whether you want to be happy or not, it is the choice and decision that you make which affects it. It is how you see happiness to be.
Each Day Is A Gift
by Author Unknown
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. "I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged, it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away, just for this time in my life."
She went on to explain, "Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing."
And with a smile, she said: "Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less."