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Posted: 26 July 2010 - 1 comment(s)[ Comment ]
Category: Candy

A real seeker always feels grateful, to everybody, whosoever has helped him in any possible way. He feels grateful to his parents, he feels grateful to all his teachers; he feels grateful even to people who have deceived him, who were pseudo, who were not real teachers even, who were cheaters. But he feels grateful even to them, because they all have helped you — positively, negatively, in some way or other.

If you are here, you are here because of many many people, good and bad both. And the day you become reborn, remember it, that you owe something to everybody, whosoever has helped you in any way. The husband who has divorced you, the wife who has left you and gone with somebody else, the parents who abandoned you, who have forgotten all about you, the many pseudo teachers who roam around the world exploiting people, they all have helped in certain ways.

When you will become enlightened you will know how they all have helped. If the husband has not divorced you you may not have been here at all — you may be still hanging with the fool! You owe much gratefulness to him. The wife who left you and went with somebody else, don’t carry any grudge against her; she has done a great service to you, otherwise you may not have been here. She may be still nagging you!

Everything that has happened has been good. Once you attain to the ultimate rest it makes everything golden. Even nights, dark nights become sources of the beautiful mornings, beautiful dawns.

By Osho www.baytalhaq.com/articles_en.php

Posted: 1 July 2010 - 0 comment(s)[ Comment ]

Everytime listening to the song "Bye bye" performed by Mariah Carey, I feel really sad. It reminds me of my grandma who passed away 3 years ago. Everything seems like yesterday. My life changed from that time when I said the last good bye.

This is for my peoples who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady
Put your hand way up high
We will never say bye (no, no, no)
Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins
This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers
Lift your head to the sky ‘cause we will never say bye

As a child there were them times
I didn’t get it but you kept me alive
I didn’t know why you didn’t show up sometimes
It’s something more than saying “I miss you”
But when we talked too
All them grown full things
Separation brings
You never let me know it
You never let it show because
You loved me and obviously
There’s so much more left to say
If you were with me today face to face

I never knew I could hurt like this
And everyday life goes on like
“I wish I could talk to you for awhile”
“I wish I could find a way try not to cry”
As time goes by
And soon as you reach a better place
Still I’ll give the whole world to see your face
And I’m bragging right next to you
It feels like you gone too soon
The hardest thing to do is say bye bye

And you never got the chance to see how good I’ve done
And you never got to see me back at number one
I wish that you were here to celebrate together
I wish that we could spend the holidays together


I remember when you used to tuck me in at night
With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight
I thought you were so strong
That you can make it through whatever
It’s so hard to accept the fact you’re gone forever
 

 

Now I know how painful we are when losing someone we love.
 

Posted: 16 May 2010 - 0 comment(s)[ Comment ]
Category: Music

This is a song presented by  a Vietnamese- Belgian singer named Pham Quynh Anh. You can see in this video clip many beauty spots throughout Vietnam. Enjoy it alt

Hello Vietnam


Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say.
It was given me the day I was born.

Want to know about the stories of the empire of old.
My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say.

All I know of you is all the sights of war.
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar.

One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know my soul.
One day I'll come to you.
To say hello... Vietnam.

Tell me all about my colour, my hair and my little feet
That have carried me every mile of the way.

Want to see your house, your streets. Show me all I do not know.
Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.

All I know of you is the sights of war.

A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar.

One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know my soul.
One day I'll come to you.
To say hello... Vietnam.

And Buddha’s made of stone watch over me
My dreams they lead me through the fields of rice
In prayer, in the light…I see my kin
I touch my tree, my roots,my begin

One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know my soul.
One day I'll come to you.
To say hello... Vietnam.

One day I’ll walk your soil
One day I’ll finally know my soul
One day I’ll come to you
To say hello…Vietnam
To say hello…Vietnam
To say xin chào… Vietnam

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGRc-cI0JbA&feature=related

Posted: 4 April 2010 - 2 comment(s)[ Comment ]
Category: Candy

My name is Thu, Nguyen Hoai Thu (which means "autumn" in Vietnamese). I come from Vietnam, a country in Southeast Asia. You can see VN in the map with the shape of letter S. I am a second-year student at Hanoi University of Science. It was a coincidence to know about JuJu via which I can transfer information with international friends. I hope we can be the bridges that connect our cultures nearer and nearer. Nice to be your friend alt