May the New Year bless you with health, wealth and happiness.

May your right hand always be stretched out in friendship, never in want

May the new year see you loving, giving and living!

May your challenges accumulate and your ability to overcome them increase exponentially ^_^

May this be a year of trust for you – a year where you trust yourself, others and life itself more than ever.

May you actually achieve your New Year’s resolutions, instead of flaking out within the first few weeks like every year past.

May you deal with hardship and trial the same way you deal with success and happiness.

May the dawning of this New Year open up new horizons and bring you brighter tomorrows.
May you choose this year to empower yourself.

May you learn how to relax your troubled, overworked mind into presence and awareness, so you can detach from negative circumstances, and change your life for the better.

May you know the wisdom of deep listening,
the healing of wholesome words,
the encouragement of the appreciative gaze,
and the decorum of held dignity.

May you find peace and joy in the knowledge that you are following your heart and doing the right thing every day.

May you have the courage to stop doing what you think other people want you to do and start doing what is right for you because your heart tells you so.

When someone fails or disappoints you,
May the graciousness with which you engage
be their stairway to renewal and refinement.

May your conscience be white and your way of life be green!!

~ Sakura ^_^


Source : quotescoop.com & internet


Let Not Man Separate

I recommend you guys to read this… I read it three times… Yes it is long but believe me, its worth it. I promise.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6.

By Stephanie Halmilton


Death of A friendship

Friendship.. such a beautiful thing.. but have you ever been broken apart by someone who you thought was your closest friend? Did your friendship just end overnight and you don’t have a clue why? Are you trying as much as you can to find out what went wrong? Are you still hoping that there’s a chance for you two to get back along? Does your head and heart keep wondering why? why? why?…

Daijoubu..Its just like how Darren sings
If you need to fall apart, I can mend a broken heart, If you need to crash then crash and burn, You’re not alone.. 🙂

Here’s a poem I came across today, to know that many people out there are going through similar things and to know that you are not alone in this world, that we are here to support and lift each other up from the fall.. 🙂

Your letters seem like form letters
I get in the mail.
I try not to let it bother me
but my feelings are quite frail.

No salutation
No how do you do,
No real ending
or what is happening with you?

So much that has happened.
All now forever in the past.
I tried again to write to you,
but how much longer can it last?

I try to keep my letters upbeat,
doing my best to not complain.
I talk about other things
the leaves, the wind, the rain.

Did it really mean that much
or was I just unaware?
I tried my best to be a friend
but you do not seem to care.

I felt we had a bond
I shared with you my pain.
Then when I had to ask a favor
right away I felt a strain.

I had broken one of your rules
and I did not even know.
Something came up
and you would not let go.

So now the bond is broken
and I must move on.
The pain is real, it hurts so much
For the death of a friendship that has now gone.

It shouldn’t end this way…

by Brenda Sparkman

Accepting that its really over will free you from all the negative feelings inside you.. Don’t try to pretend that it doesn’t matter to you or is not hurting you or you are totally fine with it. Let all your feelings out.. do not keep them bottled inside and put a brave front on the outside..Let this experience in your life run its course.. Let it prepare you to be a greater person for the future 🙂

Pass this on to all your friends 🙂 Let this help our friends out there who are going through a tough time..

With lots of hope and encouragement, Sakura 🙂

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