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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
i just read finish 'the five people you meet in heaven' by Mitch Albom. the author of 'tuesdays with morrie' i have yet to read it though.
anyway i think its a good book.. gives an insight of whats heaven.
and i just wanna note down some of the good phrases in the book.

death doens't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed

strangers.. are just family you have yet to come to know

we move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us

but sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.

lost love is still love. it takes a different form. you can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them aorund a dance flor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory becomes your partner. you nurture it u hold it u dance with it



take one story, viewed from two different angles.

"to you. but our eyes are different," the captain said."what you see ain't what i see.

he reached for her and he saw her smile and the voices melded into a single work from God: home

and he realized all these colors, all along, were the emotions of his life

five people,waiting, in five chosen memories, for a little firl named Amy or Annie to grow and to love and to age and to die, and to finally have her questions answered-why she lived and what she lived for

and he realized all these colors, all along, were the emotions of his life

the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one



i dun think i am so hardworking to look for phrases and sentences when it comes to do summary for a book eh

anyway, i really wonder who are the 5 person i will meet in heaven in future
for eddie, they are people who he killed, people who affected him, n his wife
i surely dun wish i will meet people i kill.
more like, i wanna meet people who i saved!
and i wonder what kind of lessons i will learn from them.
and finally if its true, heaven will still be my home
and i will wait for someone to tell him/her their story.
hmmm... every ending is also the beginning...
i.. dun fear death. i fear only of pain...


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