Friday, July 31, 2009
Do you have Humility?
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Dedicated & Empathy.
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
What do you see here?
Have been collecting pictures and posters for quite sometimes. Some of them are quite unique because they have different meaning in our individual minds. One would have seen the above picture as clean but some dirty minded could have related it as bad. What about you?
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Monday, July 27, 2009
"HAPPY People are PRODUCTIVE!"
You called it sheer determination or what! They said Happy people are usually productive. The picture speaks it all.
Charles E. Wilson had his words - "The thing that contributes to anyone's reaching the goal he wants is simple wanting that goal badly enough."
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
To make a woman and a man happy.
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Red Lavender came to town.
Red Lavender came to town. She is my anonymous admirer who used to write on my comments. From sincere interaction, we became good friends and later we called each other brother and sister. Last night she flew over from Brunei, a neighbouring country of a similar culture and people. One week ago, she wrote to me to inform that she had intention to meet up with my team for a sharing platform. She read the word teamwork on my blog...Teamwork means less me more we. She came to share her experiences as well.
At the airport when i picked her up, i was really excited too because we really had not met before. The trust and belief we developed over from our blogging, certainly built confidence in us to meet. Our senses were strong to identify each other at the first sight of meeting. We talked like brother and sister over so much of topics. She is definitely an adorable, intelligent and a brave lady. I am glad a lost sister is found.
Blogging has gained mileage in me. Through blogging my thought has expanded, i learned more as i researched, i gathered more wisdom from learning with others who commented and i know countless new interesting friends from all over the world. Not only we communicated through the net, today i met my anonymous friend, Red Lavender in person. Yes! Happiness is to make others happy and in turn one would even feel more contented and satisfying. This is the Law of Attraction...when we offer loves sincerely it would attract more loves in return.
Food for thought - "He is greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own" - Henry Ward Beecher (1813 - 1887)
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Friday, July 24, 2009
I am cheeky & naughty.
Hi readers! Be willing to laugh at yourself and at life. Stop taking yourself so seriously. After all laughing is good for the heart.
Well quoted - "Laughter is an orgasm triggered by the intercourse of sense and nonsense. ~Author Unknown.
If you still could not laugh after seeing this cartoon posted, you really have no sense of humour.
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Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Art Of Forgiving.
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The small one but's it's a big problem!
Can lives be miserable when you have a small one, i mean a small tiny dick? Some say yes and some say no! I personally think is a big problem. To check with a special person, when i was afraid to speak in person, i wrote to little darling for her comment and view.
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Trust & Thrust.
Trust and thrust are two different meaning. I am sure Ah Fei would like to know. You have to gain trust before you can apply thrust. No lady would allow Ah Fei to put in his thrust, if she doesn't trust him. Thrust is pleasurable but to gain the trust you have to earn for it. Thrust is sensational when trust is with them both. On thrust you have to be forceful but with trust, patience and tolerance are unavoidable. Ah Fei, if your thrust is strong and powerful, the receiver might yell and scream, but make sure you do it whole heartily with trust all the way.
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Monday, July 20, 2009
Mind decides & Emotion negotiates.
I am preparing another talk for tomorrow with three of my closed associates. Ah Fei is one of them, the youngest at 36, single, creative, naughty but lack confidence. During my briefing, i asked him this question. What is the different of the mind and our emotion? He was speechless!
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
A model who became a monk!!
Kohinoor Singh, now Ani Lhosang Dolma, carved out a name for her self in the small but quickly growing modelling world of Nepal since she was 15 years old with her catwalk shows, brand endorsing ads, TV show hosting and music video hits. She particularly shot into prominence through her music videos made by Music Nepal.
In 2002 she was credited with giving Cybernepal.com, a major Nepali site for the local cinema and the music industry, a major fillip to its rating. "After we put the blow ups of Kohinoor Singh," said Abhinav Kasaju founder of the site, "the number of visitors to the site doubled."
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Saturday, July 18, 2009
Do you have a poker face?
In Chinese, there is a saying; "A mountain could be beaten by another greater mountain ahead!" Read this funny story and you might understand...
Two couples were playing poker one evening. Ah Fei accidentally dropped some cards on the floor. When he bent down under the table to pick them up, he noticed Bob's wife, Sue wasn't wearing any underwear under her dress! Shocked by this, Ah Fei upon trying to sit back up again, hit his head on the table and emerged red-faced.
Later, Ah Fei went to the kitchen to get some refreshments. Bob's wife followed and asked, 'Did you see anything that you like under there?' Surprised by her boldness, Ah Fei admitted that, well indeed he did. She said, 'Well, you can have it but it will cost you RM500.'
After taking a minute or two to assess the financial and moral costs of this offer, Ah Fei confirms that he is interested.
Sue told him that since her husband Bob worked Friday afternoons and Ah Fei didn't, Ah Fei should be at her house around 2 pm Friday afternoon.
When Friday rolled around, Ah Fei showed up at Bob's house at 2 pm sharp and after paying Sue the agreed sum of RM500 - they went to the bedroom and closed their transaction, as agreed. Ah Fei quickly dressed and left.
As usual, Bob came home from work at 6 pm and upon arriving, asked his wife: 'Did Ah Fei come by the house this afternoon?'
With a lump in her throat Sue answered 'Why yes, he did stop by for a few minutes this afternoon.' Her heart nearly skipped a beat when her husband curtly asked, 'And did he give you RM500?'
Sue, using her best poker face, replied, 'Well, yes, in fact he did give me RM500.'
Bob, with a satisfied look on his face, surprised his wife by saying, 'He came by the office this morning and borrowed RM500 from me. He promised he'd stop by our house this afternoon on his way home and pay me back.'
Any comment? Who is intelligent and who is smart out there?
Food for thought - "Simulated disorder postulates perfect discipline; simulated fear postulates courage; simulated weakness postulates strength." - Lao-Tzu.
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Friday, July 17, 2009
The most beautiful thing cannot be seen or touched.
Today is Mazuki's birthday. We met over a morning chat sipping our favorite coffee at our regular mamak shop. Upon seeing him, i gave this great friend a warm tight hug, plus wishing him a happy birthday.
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Thursday, July 16, 2009
Smartness outwits intelligence.
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Love & Marriage.
Love is holding hands in the street.
Tv has no place in love. Marriage is a fight for remote control.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
What is single-minded?
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Monday, July 13, 2009
What is Integrity?
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Sunday, July 12, 2009
Julie Andrews turns 74.
Getting old gracefully.
To commemorate her birthday , actress/vocalist, Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan 's Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP. One of the musical numbers she performed was 'My Favorite Things' from the legendary movie 'Sound Of Music'. Here are the lyrics she used:
(Sing It!) - If you sing it, its especially hysterical!!!
Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting,Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings, Bundles of magazines tied up in string, These are a few of my favorite things.
Cadillacs, cataracts, hearing aids and glasses, Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses, Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings, These are a few of my favorite things.
When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, When the knees go bad, I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don't feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions, No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions, Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring, These are a few of my favorite things.
Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin', Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin', And we won't mention our short shrunken frames, When we remember our favorite things.
When the joints ache, When the hips break, When the eyes grow dim, Then I remember the great life I've had, And then I don't feel so bad.
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Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from the crowd that lasted over four minutes and repeated encores. Please share Ms. Andrews’ clever wit and humor with others who would appreciate it.
To me she is still attractive and adoreable. Some of her quotes which inspire me - "Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly."
"Perseverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th."
"Sometimes I'm so sweet even I can't stand it."
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
FLOW CHART OF UR PERSONALITY!
Click on picture to enlarge posting.
I am amazed, the chart does review our personality in some ways. My result is...You are too energetic!!! Try yours if you are not shy.
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Friday, July 10, 2009
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Thursday, July 09, 2009
Daily sxx keeps men alive!
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Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Everything is a miracle.
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Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Give and you will receive.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put! The jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job! to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg! of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came
over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady
wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.'
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'
There is an old saying 'What goes around comes around.' Today I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine.
Don't delete it, don't return it. Simply, pass this! on to a friend.
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Monday, July 06, 2009
A dog with an old man.
A beautiful story shared by Suleha Suguna, my good friend.....
'Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!' My father yelled at me. 'Can't you do anything right?' Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
'I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.' My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil.
What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived.
But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue. Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered. In vain. Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, 'I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.' I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons, too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
I pointed to the dog. 'Can you tell me about him?' The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement.
'He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him, that was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.' He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. 'You mean you're going to kill him?'
'Ma'am,' he said gently, 'that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog.'
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. 'I'll take him,' I said.
I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch.
'Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!' I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. 'If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it' Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples.
'You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!' Dad ignored me. 'Did you hear me, Dad?' I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.
We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.
Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. 'Be not forgetful to entertain strangers.'
'I've often thanked God for sending that angel,' he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article.
Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . .his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
Life is too short for drama & petty things, so laugh hard,
love truly and forgive quickly.
Live While You Are Alive.
Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.
Birth was not our choice
Death will not be our choice
But the way we live our life is our choice.
Absolutely our choice.
Live today fully and
Strive to learn something new today.
Do Not take Life for Granted.
May Yours be filled with LOVE and Happiness…
ALWAYS….
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Sunday, July 05, 2009
Wife is Wife..............
A Wife is a Wife, no matter who THE BLOODY HELL are you !!
Some wisdom to those men who do not learn...
WHEN I WAS MARRIED 25 YEARS, I TOOK A LOOK AT MY WIFE ONE DAY AND SAID, "HONEY, 25 YEARS AGO WE HAD A CHEAP APARTMENT, A CHEAP CAR, SLEPT ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHED A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE TV, BUT I GOT TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT WITH A HOT 25-YEAR-OLD BLONDE."
"NOW WE HAVE A $500,000 HOME, A $45,000 CAR, NICE BIG BED AND PLASMA SCREEN TV, BUT I'M SLEEPING WITH A 50-YEAR-OLD WOMAN. IT SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU ARE NOT HOLDING UP YOUR SIDE OF THINGS."
"MY WIFE IS A VERY REASONABLE WOMAN. SHE TOLD ME TO GO OUT & FIND A HOT 25-YEAR-OLD BLONDE, AND SHE WOULD MAKE SURE THAT I WOULD ONCE AGAIN BE LIVING IN A CHEAP APARTMENT, DRIVING A CHEAP CAR, SLEEPING ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHING A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE TV".
See! A wife is a wife. The above statement is correct.
It might happen to most of us - "Love is holding hands in the street. Marriage is holding arguments in the street".
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
Levis Jeans 50% discount.
I wonder what she is trying to prove!!! You think she wants attention? Or she is courageous? Or she is looking for unnecessary troubles? Or this is the latest fashion?
I was told, time is bad and the whole world is slowing down. In order to survive, creative business is promoting their sales in all manners beyond our imagination. Levis is offering 50% discount. And thank God they didn't give 100%.
Some advices - "Be willing to laugh at yourself and at life. Stop taking yourself so seriously".
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Friday, July 03, 2009
Carrots, Eggs, & 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.
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.'
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
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