5 NICE LITTLE Beliefs......

1.Once, all villagers decided to pray for rain, on the day of prayer all the people gathered but only one boy came with an umbrella.

THAT'S FAITH!

2. When you throw a baby in the air, she laughs because she knows you will catch her.

THAT'S TRUST!

3.Every night we go to bed, without any assurance of being alive the next morning but still we set the alarms to wake us up.

THAT'S HOPE!

4. We plan big things for tomorrow inspite of zero knowledge of the future. 

THAT'S CONFIDENCE!

5. We see the world suffering. But still we get married?

THAT'S OVER CONFIDENCE!! 

My flower blooms at 65........

There was an old Chinese saying, "Man's life begins at 41 years old, just like a flower got bloomed!!!" Meaning... At earlier age, they were considered as flower bud, not matured and the fragrance could not be smelled yet. Upon reaching 41, that's when the flower bloomed and the smell of perfume attracted all the bees and ants. At that age, he captured the attention of all surrounding ladies and many women could die in the hand of these 41 aged gentlemen.

Ahem! Sorry to the 41! Today 41 is treated like a child, when they know nothing of life yet. My version.. "Today man's life begins only at 65 years of age, the flower just got bloomed!!!" We understand life better, we are more tolerance, we speak from the heart, we are more forgiving, we are kind and loving, and we could give all the time to the deserving one. At our age, we attract more lady admirers than before. The ladies won't die in our hand, but rather we melt their heart and their souls. 

Thanks God! My flower just got bloomed.

Well said... “Love is a peaceful feeling, like a flower hugging a butterfly.
” - Jarod Kintz

Giver and non giver................

Over a chat with Professor Hamid, I learned these two meaningful quotations from him. He said our world has two types of people... "One that always thinks how to give more to others, while the second thinks how to give lesser."

Is true! The first type enjoys giving all the time to others, he is happier, a very likeable person and is definitely a forgiving person as well.. The second type hates to give, selfish, unforgiving, cunning and is normally an unpopular person. Which type are you readers?

Food for thought - “Happiness doesn't result from what we get, but from what we give.” - Ben Carson

Doctor's Opinion...!!

The pictures speak them all.....

50th High School Reunion

He was a widower and she a widow.

They had known each other for a number of years being high school classmates and having attended class reunions in the last 20 years without fail.

This 50th anniversary of their class, the widower and the widow made a foursome with two other singles.

They had a wonderful evening, their spirits high.
The widower throwing admiring glances across the table. The widow smiling coyly back at him.

Finally, he picked up courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?"

After about six seconds of careful consideration, she answered, "Yes,..... yes I will!"

The evening ended on a happy note for the widower. But the next morning he was troubled.

Did she say “Yes” or did she say “No?”
He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over the conversation of the previous
evening, but his mind was blank.

He remembered asking the question but for the life of him could not recall her response. With fear and trepidation
he picked up the phone and called her.

First, he explained that he couldn't remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the past evening.
As he gained a little more courage he then inquired of her. "When I asked if you would marry me,
did you say “Yes” or did you say “No?”

"Why you silly man I said, ‘Yes. Yes I will.’ And I meant it with all my heart."

The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat.

Then she continued. "And I am so glad you called because I couldn't remember who asked me!”

Moral of the story: When we are ageing, this can happen to us.  

Flat stomach....

A Sunday naughty joke......

A little boy walks into his parents' room to see his mom on top of his dad bouncing up and down.

The mom sees her son and quickly dismounts, worried about what her son has seen.

She dresses quickly and goes to find him.. 

The son sees his mom and asks, 'What were you and Dad doing?' 

The mother replies, 'Well, you know your dad has a big tummy and sometimes I have to get on top of it and help flatten it..' 

'You are wasting your time,' said the boy. 

'Why is that?' the mom asked puzzled. 

'Well when you go shopping the lady next door comes over and gets on her knees and blows it right back up again!!

Life is like a growing tree....

This is my third posting on this title which has a lot to tell about life. My earlier postings were in June 03 2007 and April 14 2008. I am sure, many of my readers have not read it yet.

Life is like a growing tree. The deeper its root, the stronger it will remain. Most Malaysian trees are not deeply rooted because we have plenty of rainfall to cater its water retention. They look green and elegant from the outside but if a huge storm arises, these trees would also be rooted quite easily. Not like countries where rainfall is scarce, their trees grow deeper and wider. Their leaves may not be as green as ours but they can withstand even a hurricane storm.

Growing up is like a growing tree. Our youths of today are given too much of pampering. They have not seen the suffering of the yesteryear. They have not eaten the bitter taste nor they have gone through any hardship. Comfort and luxuries are always available right at their doors. Parents would be too happy to chauffeur them in and out. Perhaps they don't even need to think when their minds are so dependable on their computers and games. They would never have a chance to grow deeper to understand the real truth of living and surviving. Their lives are not rooted. Consequently at the later part of their lives, if they face the uncertainties and the unknowns, they shall be torn apart easily.

Too much water for a growing tree is bad. Similarly too much love and affection for the growing children is treacherous. For these are the facts of life you can't escape.

A poem I like to share; "The realization of Happiness happens only after experience of pain. If we desire to blossom like flower in the garden of life, then we must learn the art of adjusting our life with the Thorns!"

Another wiser Anonymous said...

very wise, and i agree with much of what you said. today i saw a beautiful tree and it got me thinking; life is a tree, the roots is our subconscious; hidden from view but they are the true virtue of who we are. The trunk of the tree is our past and present life; it is there for everyone to see,there might be some scars, but only to show we have adapted and grown past them. The branches is our future; so many paths before us, some bigger and so small but eventually they all lead us to the end. You must ask yourself, when you reach the end, will you be on top of the tree soaking up all the sun has to offer, looking back on the long beautiful life you have lived. Or will you be towards the bottom of the tree, taking the shortest and most unfulfilling path that was laid before you?

January 31, 2013 at 12:52 PM