Friday, July 31, 2009

Do you have Humility?

Something to ponder??

If you happened to meet two friends, one is rich and successful, and the other is poor... What would you do? You approach the rich one first or the poor first? Be honest and sincere with your answer.

Over a recent gathering, i met several old friends, they were the professionals or business men. Among them sat afar, i saw Ah Kow who dressed in simple attire was alone. He is only a taxi driver, making an honest living, looking tense and uneasy. I smiled to everyone on the floor but walked towards Ah Kow instead. I gave him a warm hand shake, chatted freely with him and later brought him over to the main crowd. With some persuasion and encouragement, everyone was talking freely with him later.

I think the poor needs more attention than the rich. I admire the successful one but i humble and be kind to the needed one. I believe the one who has made it by the hard way in lives would definitely understand what i said, because he has acquired the wisdom of life.

Food for thought - "Humility is the ladder to divine understanding" - Unknown.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

True grit.

See to believe! This is true grit and determination.
Food for thought - "Determination gives you the resolve to keep going in spite of the roadblocks that lay before you" - Denis Waitley.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Dedicated & Empathy.

Selling tips...

Nineteen years ago, i sold an endowment life insurance plan to Mr Choong who was then a very established lawyer in town. He was successful and he claimed life insurance and saving were in fact not necessary for him. However with some persuasion and encouragement from me, he took it up out of obligation from me. His wife was handling the company finance, she made special deduction to pay the premium from her bank account.

The first thirteen years were pretty a good time for Choong and his legal practices. However with a twist of luck, something went wrong on the fourteen years onwards, when Choong was no longer in his business. He could not be located and was not in practice anymore. There were no premium deduction from his wife's account. I had not seen him after that.

Last Dec 2008, i received a letter and a cheque amounting 88 thousands plus, addressing to this man. I was surprised his policy had matured, when after taking into account all his indebtedness for premium not paid for the last six years, he still had a balance of this saving on his policy. With this cheque in hand, i tried to locate his last written address in town. Nobody around those neighbourhood, knew where this old man and family had left. I referred to his previous bankers and the place he rented his office previously as well. Nobody seemed to know where this missing man was. I instructed my secretary to check the telephone companies for similar names listed on their directories. She called all the names and not one was him. I referred to the death registrar who confirmed this man was still alive. After three months of investigation on my side without success, i returned the unclaimed cheque to my principle company for safe keeping.

Six months later, my company wrote another letter to me, informing that within fourteen days if Mr Choong doesn't appear to claim this payment, the amount would be sent to our Central Bank as 'unclaimed money'. I was sad to read this statement. The next few days, i called all the lawyers i knew in town to seek their assistance, explaining the story behind. To cut my story short, we managed to trace and locate the poor old man.

He was staying with an unmarried daughter in a small apartment. Six years ago, he failed badly with his investment, his wife was suffering from cancer when a lot of medical expenses were spent, he had a coronary artery bypass at the same time when the wife passed away and currently he is suffering from Parkinson. He was a lost man who lost almost everything.

He could not believe to see me, more so to tell him that there is a cheque for him to collect. He had forgotten this policy i had effected for him, moreover there were no payment made for the past last six years from them. He cried in tears, shaking his emotional hand over mine. He said, "Are you God sent?" I told him,"Yes! I am an angel coming in the form of a life insurance agent who delivers my promise today. You had appointed me as your agent nineteen years ago and i had to fulfill my promise no matter what happened". 88 thousands were a small amount for him those days but today this 88 brought him hope and respect. I am glad our promise was fulfilled as what we had planned nineteen years ago. This is what i called Dedication and Empathy in our profession.

Merlin Oisen quoted "The winning team has a dedication. It will have a core of veteran players who set the standards. They will not accept defeat".

Bonnie Jean Wasmund quoted "People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did but people will never forget how you make them feel".

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?

Here! You think he is naughty or innocent? Whatever it is, life has to go on and we have to live with the good and bad part of lives.

What are they? Are they graduates? You have to ponder your mind.

Hi! I like to be tickled too!!!

This is one taxi i would like to try. Any female partner interested to team up with me?

The impossible makes possible. If they can we can too....nothing is impossible, if we try hard enough. Right?
Food for thought - "A picture is better than a thousand words".

Monday, July 27, 2009


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."

Sunday, July 26, 2009

To make a woman and a man happy.

1. a friend
2. a companion
3. a lover
4. a brother
5. a father
6. a master
7. a chef
8. an electrician
9.. a carpenter
10. a plumber
11. a mechanic
12. a decorator
13. a stylist
14. a sexologist
15. a gynecologist
16. a psychologist
17. a pest exterminator
18. a psychiatrist
19. a healer
20. a good listener
21. an organizer
22. a good father
23. very clean
24. sympathetic
25. athletic
26. warm
27. attentive
28. gallant
29. intelligent
30. funny
31. creative
32. tender
33. strong
34. understanding
35. tolerant
36. prudent
37. ambitious
38. capable
39. courageous
40. determined
41. true
42. dependable
43. passionate
44. give her compliments regularly
45. love shopping
46. be honest
47. be very rich
48. not stress her out
49. not look at other girls
50. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself
51. give her lots of time, especially time for herself
52. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes
53. Never to forget:* birthdays* anniversaries* arrangements she makes

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)

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.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Art Of Forgiving.

Something good for the heart and soul..........

The most creative power given to the human spirit is the power to heal the wounds of a past it cannot change.
We do our forgiving alone inside our hearts and minds; what happens to the people we forgive depends on them.
The first person to benefit from forgiving is the one who forgives.
Forgiving happens in three stages: we rediscover the humanity of the person who wronged us; we surrender our right to get even; and we wish that person well.
Forgiving is a journey; the deeper the wound, the longer the journey.
Forgiving does not require us to reunite with the person who broke our trust.
We do not forgive because we are supposed to; we forgive when we are ready to be healed.
Waiting for someone to repent before we forgive is to surrender our future to the person who wronged us.
Forgiving is not a way to avoid pain but to heal the pain.
Forgiving someone who breaks a trust does not mean that we give him his job back.
Forgiving is the only way to be fair to ourselves.
Forgivers are not doormats; to forgive a person is not a signal that we are willing to put up with what he or she does.
Forgiving is essential; talking about it is optional.
When we forgive, we set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner we set free is ourselves.
When we forgive we walk in stride with our forgiving Almighty.

I strongly believe this quote - "To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace & happiness" - Robert Muller.

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.

This was her exact reply; "It takes two to tango. If the other half loves him because of his personality and loves him as he is. This might not be a big issue. After all God is always great. Something has been created as 'TOOLS' to use for. Although sex life plays a big part of the relationship. Effective communication will be most needed to satisfy, to understand, to sacrify. Well oral is good too!!!! It can be tough love. But when there is love, nothing is too much trouble and there is always time.....".

Very Good! Its a remarkable comment little darling. Is a relieve to most men who might have a small one. Isn't really a big problem if only you find an understanding and caring partner who truly loves you. Wondering whether anyone out there who are brave to offer some comments to this issue.

Specially for little darling - "You have a small mind but a big heart".

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.

I wonder what Ah Fei thinks!!! In case if he thinks wild and crazy, i just want to remind him, selling needs trust and thrust. Meaning...before you close the sales, build trust with our clients. Once they are comfortable with you, thrusting your proposal might be much easier. A trust leads to another thrust. Sound funny! But it works all the time...including love & romance.

Food for thought - "Be not afraid of greatness: . . . Some are born great, Some achieve greatness, And some have greatness thrust upon them. — William Shakespeare (1564-1616).

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!

In simple language i related to him. The mind is the decider and our emotion is the negotiator. One good example for him was...he is interested in a new found girl, Wati whom i recommended through the phone. His mind decided to know her. They spoke for many days and spent hours chatting on the hand phone. While interacting and communicating with her, his emotional feeling gradually developed. His emotion started to question; is she attractive and sexy? does she accept my not so handsome personality? is she a choosy lady? is she expecting high hope on me? and endless thoughts. His own emotion is negotiating with his mind.

Next example on him...he is interested to teamwork with me on future presentation and training. His mind has decided to pick me as his mentor. We had gone through many updates and discussion. However on the final countdown for tomorrow event, his emotion is playing dirty with him again. His emotion doubts him whether he could speak when comes his turn, could the listeners on the floor laugh at him, would his own agency and manager complain, and more. Though he has decided but uncertainty lies ahead because of emotion.

The above character could be applicable to everyone, including myself. The best way to overcome such situation is to have a positive mind and a positive emotion at the same time. Be decisive, stay motivated, have pride in all your doings, remain single-minded and have belief in oneself. With these few strong attributes, one should have the confidence to overcome our negative emotion. To Ah Fei, i am sure you would win over Wati and success in career is a matter of time. I am sure you would speak well tomorrow.

Food for thought - "The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the old man who will not laugh is a fool." - George Santayana.

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, 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."

"Kohinoor is sensational. She's a unique blend of innocence and sexuality, "declared the Kathmandu Post who rated her one of the "Top 5 models in Nepal" in February this year. But that has now all changed, overnight. "To be peaceful and happy," she continues, "one needs to be content with whatever one has and I am following this passage."

It was a dream long since planted in her mind ever since as a little girl she encountered a woman monk always calm and smiling in a Swayambu (temple mound). A strong spiritual experience in that very same Swayambu years later, some deep soul searching, and Ani was born. "I am ready to cope with anything now, even hunger and thirst. I believe it is desire that leads to expectations and eventually chaos." In a nation where Buddhism was born, it won't be long then, that from being admired on stage, Ani will be elevated to a young guru of sorts. For now she has broken several hearts and extracted many a sigh even though, as one fan puts it, she has moved from being "a pretty model to one beautiful nun!" Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.

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.

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.

This was what i spoke, "Mazuki, i brought you a special gift. The most beautiful thing in the world cannot be seen, neither can be touched. It could only be felt in our heart. Today i brought you my friendship, which i could feel deeply in my heart. Our friendship of twenty years, the bonding of understanding, trust, respect, admiration, patience, tolerance, caring and unlimited of sharing. The good and bad time we were together, and the laughter and excitement we had. Yes! I want to tell you, you have been a great friend and its really a miracle we had met. Thank you for being such wonderful friend. Happy birthday Mazuki."

Mazuki was overjoyed with emotion. He said, "Yes! Robert, you have given me the most beautiful gift because i can feel your sincerity and warm in my heart. I feel so nice and happy with it. Thank you so much. You have already make my day."

Food for thought - "Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower, and draws all good things toward you. Allow your love to nourish yourself as well as others. Do not strain after the needs of life. It is sufficient to be quietly alert and aware of them. In this way life proceeds more naturally and effortlessly. Life is here to Enjoy!" - Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Smartness outwits intelligence.

I like this story...

A lawyer and a Chinese are sitting next to each other on a long flight. The lawyer is thinking that all Chinese are so dumb that he could get over on them, easy. So the lawyer asks if the Chinese would like to play a fun game.

The Chinese is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines, and tries to catch a few winks. The lawyer persists, and says that the game is a lot of fun. I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me only $5; you ask me one, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you $500, he says.

This catches the Chinese attention and to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game. The lawyer asks the first question. 'What's the distance from The Earth to the Moon?'

The Chinese doesn't say a word, reaches in his pocket, pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands it to the lawyer. Now, it's the Chinese turn. He asks the lawyer, 'What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?' The lawyer uses his laptop and searches all references he could find on the Net. He sends e-mails to all the smart friends he knows, all to no avail. After one hour of searching he finally gives up. He wakes up the Chinese and hands him $500. The Chinese pockets the $500 and goes right back to sleep.

The lawyer is going nuts, not knowing the answer. He wakes the Chinese up and asks, 'Well, so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four?

The Chinese reaches in his pocket, hands the lawyer $5 and goes back to sleep.

This got to be true - "The weak in courage is strong in cunning." - William Blake.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Love & Marriage.

Love is holding hands in the street.

Marriage is holding arguments in the street.

Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant.
Marriage is a take home packet.

Love is cuddling on a sofa.
Marriage is one of them sleeping on a sofa.

Love is talking about having children.
Marriage is talking about getting away from children.

Love is going to bed early. Marriage is going to sleep early.
Love is a romantic drive. Marriage is arrive on tops curvy tarmac .
Love is losing your appetite. Marriage is losing your figure.
Love is sweet nothing in the ear. Marriage is sweet nothing in the bank.
Tv has no place in love. Marriage is a fight for remote control.
Love is 1 drink and 2 straws. Marriage is "Don't you think you've had enough!".
Conclusion: "Love is blind, Marriage is an eye opener!"

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

What is single-minded?

Selling Tips.

Ah Fei is one of my fellow colleague. He is intelligent, pretty smart, interesting, adventurous, plenty of humour and creative. With all these qualities, he could have been excelling in his business. However he lacks hard work and determination because he isn't well focus or single minded on his career. As a bachelor, he is still looking for his ideal love partner. Indecisive he has been courting many ladies and yet not able to conclude his taste and want. Each time a sexy lady comes his way, he would be distracted. The female charm might take his mind away from his work and responsibility. For Ah Fei, the posting at the above tells what you are at the moment. Unless you are focus, you will never get what you want in lives. Be it the woman or career you are interested! That applies to everyone, including myself as well.

I learn in lives - "No life ever grows great until it is focused, dedicated and disciplined."

Monday, July 13, 2009

What is Integrity?

Selling tips.

Over a recent sales talk, i brought up this word, INTEGRITY which means follow strict moral or has ethical code. Two true incidents were related on my work.

A couple of years ago, i had a client who had a severe stroke, which led him to be permanent disable. He had taken with us an old insurance plan which entitled him a lump sum on disability plus yearly income for not being able to pursuit his work. Upon submitting his insurance, i was surprised the company only approved the lump sum payment and rejected his yearly income benefit. On investigation, i realized the claims management were ignorant over the old plans and they were not prepared to look at their old files for further understanding. Most younger generation took things for granted by assuming the old benefits and payouts were the same with the new.

As i was the attending agent who sold this very old plan, i definitely knew and remembered the exact benefits. In order to be serious with the working claim staffs, i reminded them that though i was the agent from the same company, i was also representing my innocent client who could have forgotten what he had purchased from me. With a forceful warning, i insisted that they should recheck and thoroughly go through their references again. I gave them one week to work on it, otherwise i might consider to report to the Government Central Bank for their negligence and inefficiency. My severe warning and statement worked. Three days later, the head of the claims department called to thanks me for assuring this benefit that needed to be paid. I corrected their mistakes and my client got his full entitlement accordingly.

On another incident, while making another claim for a client, an extra cheque amounting 50 thousand was accidentally issued under my client name. I asked a few associates, should i let my client has it or return it to the company. Everyone suggested that i should let my client to benefit this extra money. I was sad my client did not enjoy this windfall because i returned the 50 thousand to my company. I told myself, as an agent...we need to represent the clients and the principle, we have to take care both their interest at the same time. Integrity is the way to work for following strict moral and has ethical code. Integrity allows me to earn my respect, trust and reputation from my clients and my company. Today i am proud...all of them do listen to all my words in every way.

Food for thought - "The integrity of men is to be measured by their conduct, not by their possessions" - Junius

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."

Saturday, July 11, 2009


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.

Food for thought - "Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is." - Mae West.

Friday, July 10, 2009

This scene took place on a British Airways flight between Johannesburg , South Africa & London ..

A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man.

Very disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. 'You obviously do not see it then?' she asked. 'You placed me next to a black man. I did not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat.'
'Be calm please,' the hostess replied.'Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available.'

The hostess went away & then came back a few minutes later. 'Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in Economy Class. I spoke to the captain & he informed me that there is also no seat in Business Class. All the same, we still have one place in First Class.'

Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued. 'It is not usual for our company to permit someone from Economy Class to sit in First Class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting.'

The Hostess turned to the black guy, & said, 'Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in First Class.'

At that moment, the other passengers, who'd been shocked by what they had just witnessed, stood up & applauded.

This is a true story. If you are against racism, please send this to all your friends.

WELL DONE, British Airways!!

Abraham Lincoln said, "No man is good enough to govern another man without that other's consent."

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Daily sxx keeps men alive!

All you goodies, goodies out there have been exonerated for your past deeds. Daily sex keeps men alive....this is something very interesting for the man.

Article from The Sunday Telegraph:
HAVING sex daily - especially with a younger woman - is the perfect recipe for keeping men fit and healthy, a study has revealed. While the average life expectancy of a man is 77, the last seven years are, for the majority of men, marked by serious illness or ailments. But according to experts, sex rates highest among the simple and often bizarre ways to keep men healthy - including cutting down on pain killers, eating five apples a day, brushing teeth with your wrong hand and carrying wallets in the breast pocket.

Germany's Max Plank Institute - which conducted a study into deaths in Denmark between 1990 and 2005 - found a younger bride can cut the risk of premature death risk by 20 per cent. It showed men who were with women about 15 to 17 years their junior - who look after the children and can put food on the table - help extend their lives. The study concluded the higher life expectancy was either caused by younger women caring for men better or natural selection.

Man! What are we waiting for now???

I like this - "Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing." - Woody Allen.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Everything is a miracle.

It was so sweet of this darling who sent me this message..."There are two ways to live your life. One as though there is a miracle. The other is as though Everything is a miracle!!!".

Yes! I believe everything is a miracle. The Universe is boundless and its a miracle i am here on planet earth at this moment of time. Of all professions, its a miracle i am destined to sell life insurance, which allows me to reach and touch lives of all races, faiths and characters. Its a miracle, all my clients are understanding and reasonable people who respected and loved me so much. Is a miracle, i am strong and healthy at this age when i could still move on actively with plenty of enthusiasm. Is a miracle, i am blessed with a wonderful family of three sons and six adorable grand children who treated me more like friend. Is a miracle, we have the Internet which allows us to see the world and the blog keeps me excited to write and share my wisdom of thought. Is a miracle little darling falls in love with this naughty man here and certainly i am also a miracle to her.

Yes! my dear, I chose to live everything is a miracle because it helps me to appreciate and admire lives more. Thank you for sending this miracle of words to me. It was spoken by the great Albert Einstein.

Specially for this sweet darling - "Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. The real miracle is the love that inspires them. In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle." - Marianne Williamson

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Give and you will receive.

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So! he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

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.

My strongest belief is - "The mind grows by taking in but the heart grows by giving out".

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…


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...



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".

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".

Friday, July 03, 2009

Carrots, Eggs, & Coffee!

A sweet darling wants me to be her coffee mate. Please read on and you would know....

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.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil.. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
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.'

'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently.. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

May we all be COFFEE!!!!