From My InBox:
Someone had to remind me, so I'm reminding you too. Don't laugh.....it is all true...
Perks of reaching 50 or being over 60 and heading towards 70!
01. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.
02. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.
03. No one expects you to run--anywhere.
04. People call at 9 pm and ask, did I wake you up?
05. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.
06. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
07. Things you buy now won't wear out.
08. You can eat supper at 4 pm.
10. You get into heated arguments about pension plans.
11. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
12. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.
13. You sing along with elevator music.
14. Your eyes won't get much worse.
15. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
16. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service.
17. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.
18. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size.
19. You can't remember who sent you this list.
And you notice these are all in Big Print for your convenience.
Forward this to every one you can remember right now!
Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Baby planes!
From My InBox:
A mother and her son were flying Southwest Airlines from Kansas City to Chicago.
The son (who had been looking out the window) turned to his mother and asked,
"If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats,
why don't big planes have baby planes?"
The mother (who couldn't think of an answer) told her son to ask the stewardess.
So the boy asked the stewardess, "If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?"
The stewardess responded, "Did your mother tell you to ask me?"
The boy said, "yes she did".
"Well, then, tell your mother that there are no baby planes because Southwest always pulls out on time.
Have your mother explain that to you."
A mother and her son were flying Southwest Airlines from Kansas City to Chicago.
The son (who had been looking out the window) turned to his mother and asked,
"If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats,
why don't big planes have baby planes?"
The mother (who couldn't think of an answer) told her son to ask the stewardess.
So the boy asked the stewardess, "If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?"
The stewardess responded, "Did your mother tell you to ask me?"
The boy said, "yes she did".
"Well, then, tell your mother that there are no baby planes because Southwest always pulls out on time.
Have your mother explain that to you."
Heard of HAARP? (Is it true?)
Benjamin Fulford (born 1961) is a journalist and author of Canadian descent living in Japan.
He investigated and discovered that the US have been able to alter the climate, and by using high power microwave energy can induce earth quakes. In this video posted on YouTube, he talk about the program HAARP (High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program) that had created disaster, such as, the Asian Tsunami, Japanese and Chinese quakes.
He investigated and discovered that the US have been able to alter the climate, and by using high power microwave energy can induce earth quakes. In this video posted on YouTube, he talk about the program HAARP (High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program) that had created disaster, such as, the Asian Tsunami, Japanese and Chinese quakes.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The Power of Prayers
From My InBox:
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.
No luck.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of to wn, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.
She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.
I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.
She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep
This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There w as no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service station.
In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.
I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids .
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
I quickly opened the dr iver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
1. 'Yes!'
2. 'Not yet.'
3! . 'I have something better in mind..'
God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.
You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.
My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
and I picked you.
Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed an d a copy back to me.
This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards
Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:....
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.
Amen.
I know I picked more than four, so can you
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.
No luck.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of to wn, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.
She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.
I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.
She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep
This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There w as no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service station.
In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.
I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids .
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
I quickly opened the dr iver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
1. 'Yes!'
2. 'Not yet.'
3! . 'I have something better in mind..'
God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.
You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.
My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
and I picked you.
Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed an d a copy back to me.
This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards
Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:....
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.
Amen.
I know I picked more than four, so can you
What's in a street name?
I cannot remember all the street names in Malacca where I was raised but I am very sure that they used to bear many foreign names. They were names of individuals who have made an impression there during that time but have now been forgotten.
Those street names if retained could have been the "strings" that bond us to their descendants in their own homeland and would likely draw them to pay Malacca a visit. That is good for the tourism industry, don't you think so?
So, what's in a street name to you? Would it bother you if the relevant councilors rename the one near where you stay? Here are my views.
As for the Jalan Alor name change saga I wrote about earlier, the decision has been made not to change the name after all.
So, now you know! You have a say in road naming.
Those street names if retained could have been the "strings" that bond us to their descendants in their own homeland and would likely draw them to pay Malacca a visit. That is good for the tourism industry, don't you think so?
So, what's in a street name to you? Would it bother you if the relevant councilors rename the one near where you stay? Here are my views.
As for the Jalan Alor name change saga I wrote about earlier, the decision has been made not to change the name after all.
So, now you know! You have a say in road naming.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Draw at your risk...
A quiz for you today.
What is it that you cannot draw during art class if you are studying in a convent school and the headmistress is the Mother Superior?
I was from a convent school and I can feel a knock on my head by Mother Superior (may her soul rest in peace) just thinking about copying it.
What is it that you cannot draw during art class if you are studying in a convent school and the headmistress is the Mother Superior?
I was from a convent school and I can feel a knock on my head by Mother Superior (may her soul rest in peace) just thinking about copying it.
Monday, October 27, 2008
At the zoo, remember...
At the zoo, remember that...
If you are worried the kids will not heed your kindly advise, go get them this tee.
If you are worried the kids will not heed your kindly advise, go get them this tee.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Where is Jalan Kejora?
Jalan Alor is the most popular spot in Kuala Lumpur. My uncle lived and operated an economy food stall there many years before. For a small town girl like me, when I had to travel by cab to visit him I never had to worry about giving directions to get there. It is a popular spot for hawker food and in the past, it was known to be a red district area.
Recently, DBKL’s Road Naming Committee decided to rename Jalan Alor (groove or lane) to Jalan Kejora (Venus) and the old road sign was replaced.
Many people are upset about it and questioned this change. Some traders and residents of Jalan Alor even started on a signature campaign to protest against it.
So, will the DBKL’s Road Naming Committee get their way with it? That depends on the sentiments of the people living there if not in the whole of Malaysia. How hard will they work on getting the mayor of Dewan Bandaraya Kuala Lumpur or Kuala Lumpur City Hall (DBKL), Ab Hakim Borhan, to revert this decision?
Recently, DBKL’s Road Naming Committee decided to rename Jalan Alor (groove or lane) to Jalan Kejora (Venus) and the old road sign was replaced.
Many people are upset about it and questioned this change. Some traders and residents of Jalan Alor even started on a signature campaign to protest against it.
So, will the DBKL’s Road Naming Committee get their way with it? That depends on the sentiments of the people living there if not in the whole of Malaysia. How hard will they work on getting the mayor of Dewan Bandaraya Kuala Lumpur or Kuala Lumpur City Hall (DBKL), Ab Hakim Borhan, to revert this decision?
Saturday, October 25, 2008
a mystery in spain cathedral
I did a search and discovered from Snopes that the astronaut is a recent addition in 1992 by Jeronimo Garcia during restoration work on the cathedral in Spain .
According to an article about the restoration, it is a tradition of cathedral builders and restorers to include a contemporary symbol on the building as a means of 'signing' their work.
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According to an article about the restoration, it is a tradition of cathedral builders and restorers to include a contemporary symbol on the building as a means of 'signing' their work.
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Friday, October 24, 2008
What do you want to see on TV?
Hate what you have been watching on TV lately? Wish you could tell someone what you really, really want to see? Wish someone will listen to you and pay you for your ideas? Wishes can come true, you know. You just have to tell them to the right fairy godmothers.
This time they are Jeremy Gutsche, the Chief Trend Hunter, and John de Mol, creator of "Big Brother", "Fear Factor" and "Deal or No Deal". Yeah, I know. Nothing ever happens like they say in fairy tales. But who cares that they are not wearing gowns. You till get a chance to see what you really, really want to see and win $4,000 along the way.
So get on it. Get up from your couch and put on your thinking cap. You have till November 22, 2008 to create that next television hit.
This time they are Jeremy Gutsche, the Chief Trend Hunter, and John de Mol, creator of "Big Brother", "Fear Factor" and "Deal or No Deal". Yeah, I know. Nothing ever happens like they say in fairy tales. But who cares that they are not wearing gowns. You till get a chance to see what you really, really want to see and win $4,000 along the way.
So get on it. Get up from your couch and put on your thinking cap. You have till November 22, 2008 to create that next television hit.
What's being "cool" about?
Wait! You don't have to crack your head on that. Jeremy Gutsche of TrendHunter will guide you into unlocking your cool through innovative thinking.
Read all 89 slides? That's cool, right?
Read all 89 slides? That's cool, right?
Be a Monk
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way.
Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,
We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to know.If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?
The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have traveled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
The monks reply, Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk .We shall now show you the way to the sound.
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, May I have the key ?
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald,......silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, This is the key to the last door .
The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight
. . But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
DON'T SWEAR AT ME; I'M STILL HUNTING FOR THE IDIOT WHO SENT THIS TO ME!
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way.
Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,
We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to know.If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?
The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have traveled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
The monks reply, Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk .We shall now show you the way to the sound.
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, May I have the key ?
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald,......silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, This is the key to the last door .
The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight
. . But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
DON'T SWEAR AT ME; I'M STILL HUNTING FOR THE IDIOT WHO SENT THIS TO ME!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Age and Character Calculation
Download to check out this cool Age and Character Calculation excel file.
All you have to do is to type in your birthday to find out exactly how old you are in the milliseconds and on what day on that date in time. Since the characteristics it reported about me were good, I would like to say very accurate lah!
My friend emailed me this spreadsheet and I discovered the same posted on eSnips. This is a place where you can get 5GB of free space to upload and share your files, photos, videos and music.
Got talent? Upload your creativity and network there.
All you have to do is to type in your birthday to find out exactly how old you are in the milliseconds and on what day on that date in time. Since the characteristics it reported about me were good, I would like to say very accurate lah!
My friend emailed me this spreadsheet and I discovered the same posted on eSnips. This is a place where you can get 5GB of free space to upload and share your files, photos, videos and music.
Got talent? Upload your creativity and network there.
TOP MANAGEMENT CRAP
From MyInBox:
A Red Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the other.
He says to the waiter, 'Me want coffee.'
The waiter says, 'Sure chief, comin right up...'
He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee, and the Indian drinks it down in one gulp, picks up the bucket of manure, throws it into the air, blasts it with the shotgun, t hen just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the other. He walks up to the counter and
Says to the waiter, 'Me want coffee.'
The waiter says, 'Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What the heck was all that about, anyway?'
The Indian smiles and proudly says, 'Me training for top management position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot some crap, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day.
A Red Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the other.
He says to the waiter, 'Me want coffee.'
The waiter says, 'Sure chief, comin right up...'
He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee, and the Indian drinks it down in one gulp, picks up the bucket of manure, throws it into the air, blasts it with the shotgun, t hen just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the other. He walks up to the counter and
Says to the waiter, 'Me want coffee.'
The waiter says, 'Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What the heck was all that about, anyway?'
The Indian smiles and proudly says, 'Me training for top management position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot some crap, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day.
Blog Action Day 2008 a success
Was Blog Action Day really a success? Read the following email for yourself. If the fight against poverty is your vision and mission or you are simply looking for solutions, don't forget to check out all the useful information posted on Blog Action Day website.
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From My InBox
Hello Bloggers!
Blog Action Day 2008 has now come and gone, and was a HUGE
success! Congratulations to all of you for making the day so
fantastic. We've compiled a wrap up page with just some of the
amazing highlights of the day, so take a moment and head over to:
http://blogactionday.org
The page also includes links to sites where you can keep the
action going, a video compiled by the good folks at Causecast
and much more! It really was a super day and the posts have just
blown us all away.
We'll be back in 2009 for another Blog Action Day, and we are
looking forward to making it even bigger and better!
Until then, on behalf of the Blog Action Day team,
Thank you again, keep blogging and see you in '09!
Collis Ta'eed
http://blogactionday.cmail2.com/u/555375/44il4i2y/
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From My InBox
Hello Bloggers!
Blog Action Day 2008 has now come and gone, and was a HUGE
success! Congratulations to all of you for making the day so
fantastic. We've compiled a wrap up page with just some of the
amazing highlights of the day, so take a moment and head over to:
http://blogactionday.org
The page also includes links to sites where you can keep the
action going, a video compiled by the good folks at Causecast
and much more! It really was a super day and the posts have just
blown us all away.
We'll be back in 2009 for another Blog Action Day, and we are
looking forward to making it even bigger and better!
Until then, on behalf of the Blog Action Day team,
Thank you again, keep blogging and see you in '09!
Collis Ta'eed
http://blogactionday.cmail2.com/u/555375/44il4i2y/
Mountain Dew Glows?
I hope you have not wasted your bottle of Mountain Dew. Snopes tested it and discovered that it does not work. For it to glow as seen in the video, a glow solution must have be added.
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See you, doctor.
From My InBox
i did not feel well last week so i went to see the doctor. after he examined me, he said he seemed to be unable to find anything. he had to put it down to drink.
that's ok doc, i replied. i'll come back when you are sober again.
i did not feel well last week so i went to see the doctor. after he examined me, he said he seemed to be unable to find anything. he had to put it down to drink.
that's ok doc, i replied. i'll come back when you are sober again.
Cooking? Learn from The Star.
The Star has evolved. It is not just a place to read the local news. Learn to cook chicken curry from The Star On Line videos posted on YouTube.
It is a good way for them to earn some revenue promoting curry powder from Maggi.
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My InBox:
Lee Yin Suit demonstrates how to prepare curry chicken with student Hooi E-Von, who is furthering her studies in Kuala Lumpur.
It is a good way for them to earn some revenue promoting curry powder from Maggi.
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My InBox:
Lee Yin Suit demonstrates how to prepare curry chicken with student Hooi E-Von, who is furthering her studies in Kuala Lumpur.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
BEAT DIVORCE LETTER
From My InBox:
Dear Husband,
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever.
I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last straw..
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk panties. You ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your shows.
You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone.
Your EX-wife
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your BROTHER and I are moving away to Spain together! Have a great life!
*********************************************************************
Dear EX-wife,
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my shows so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the first thing that came to mind was 'You look just like a boy'! Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, didn't comment.
And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with my brother, because I stopped eating meat seven years ago.
About those new silk panties: I turned away from you because the $B!r (B49.99 price tag was still on them, and I prayed that it was a coincidence that my brother had just borrowed fifty quid from me that morning.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I hit the lottery for ten million pounds, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica .
But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a penny from me. So take care.
Signed,
Your EX-husband, Rich As Hell and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my brother Carl was born Caroline. I hope that's not a problem.
Dear Husband,
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever.
I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last straw..
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk panties. You ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your shows.
You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone.
Your EX-wife
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your BROTHER and I are moving away to Spain together! Have a great life!
*********************************************************************
Dear EX-wife,
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my shows so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the first thing that came to mind was 'You look just like a boy'! Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, didn't comment.
And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with my brother, because I stopped eating meat seven years ago.
About those new silk panties: I turned away from you because the $B!r (B49.99 price tag was still on them, and I prayed that it was a coincidence that my brother had just borrowed fifty quid from me that morning.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I hit the lottery for ten million pounds, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica .
But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a penny from me. So take care.
Signed,
Your EX-husband, Rich As Hell and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my brother Carl was born Caroline. I hope that's not a problem.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Time travel, anyone?
The mind is a wonderful creation. It enables one to play with words to create interesting thoughts like this.
So, who said that you need to be a great graphic artist in order to design T-shirt? Look again.
I wish I could think like that ever since I have wished I could think like that.
So, who said that you need to be a great graphic artist in order to design T-shirt? Look again.
I wish I could think like that ever since I have wished I could think like that.
Get paid to share experience and solutions.
I discovered "Yes Debt Free", a website that provides solutions to credit crisis. When I shared it with my sister who works for a bank, she was impressed (maybe shocked) by the tips one is able to get to help reduce debts.
I created a presentation about it and entered it for "The Credit Crisis in 30 Slides Contest" organised by SlideShare. In doing so, I hope that it will receive the attention it deserves.
I created a presentation about it and entered it for "The Credit Crisis in 30 Slides Contest" organised by SlideShare. In doing so, I hope that it will receive the attention it deserves.
Wake up People
Everybody is talking about the economic crisis. Here is my take on it.
Maybe it will inspire you to join "The Credit Crisis in 30 Slides Contest" organised by SlideShare. If you think I do make sense, don't forget to put a vote up for me.
Thank you. Yeah, I know. I am a very optimistic person.
Maybe it will inspire you to join "The Credit Crisis in 30 Slides Contest" organised by SlideShare. If you think I do make sense, don't forget to put a vote up for me.
Thank you. Yeah, I know. I am a very optimistic person.
Friday, October 17, 2008
My Blog Action Day Supporters
Check out posting of my supporters for the 'Blog Action Day' event I started on SlideShare.
This is by OliverDing.
Read what Arun has to say about it on SlideShare Blog.
Also check contribution of members who have participated. They are from all over the world. People I do not know personally but were brought together by common interest and passion.
I think this is the best way to reach out to others globally and make some friends along the way. Don't you?
This is by OliverDing.
Read what Arun has to say about it on SlideShare Blog.
Also check contribution of members who have participated. They are from all over the world. People I do not know personally but were brought together by common interest and passion.
I think this is the best way to reach out to others globally and make some friends along the way. Don't you?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Buffalo Theory
From My InBox:
A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And
when the herd is hunted, it is the lowest and weakest ones at the back
that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as
a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps
improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the
slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol
kills brain cells. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates
the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient
machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few
beers."
This indeed is the best explanation of why you get smarter after drinking beer.
A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And
when the herd is hunted, it is the lowest and weakest ones at the back
that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as
a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps
improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the
slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol
kills brain cells. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates
the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient
machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few
beers."
This indeed is the best explanation of why you get smarter after drinking beer.
Blogactionday2008 - Born into poverty
You missed to take a stand? Take this action. Check out thinkmaya's presentation and note that if you leave a comment on her blog, she will donate a $ on your behalf.
Direct Aid helps reduce poverty in Africa
Time to check out the solutions posted after Blog Action Day. Here is one by DirectAid with a mission to educate.
What's up after "Blog Action Day"?
Do you think I been wasting my time working on promoting "Blog Action Day"?
The presentation I created and posted on SlideShare has generated so much interest that it has been featured and included in the 'Spotlight section' on the SlideShare homepage.
What I am most happy about working on this project through SlideShare is that I managed to make many more new contacts who share my interest and passion. So, here is my note of appreciation to SlideShare and its members.
Now you know where you can go if you need some inspiration or support for causes you believe in.
The presentation I created and posted on SlideShare has generated so much interest that it has been featured and included in the 'Spotlight section' on the SlideShare homepage.
What I am most happy about working on this project through SlideShare is that I managed to make many more new contacts who share my interest and passion. So, here is my note of appreciation to SlideShare and its members.
Now you know where you can go if you need some inspiration or support for causes you believe in.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
No Admittance
From My InBox:
Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took the small boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her.
Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE."
When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that her son was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and the spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.
In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the piano, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."
At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."
Then leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right hand reached around the other side of the child and he added a running obbligato.
Together, the old master and the young novice transferred a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was mesmerized.
That's the way it is with God.
What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music.
With the hand of God, our life's work truly can be beautiful. So the next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully and you can hear the voice of God whispering in your ear,
“Don't quit. Keep playing."
Feel His loving arms around you. Know that His strong hands are playing the concerto of your life. Remember, God doesn't call the equipped; he equips the called. Your worst days are never so bad that you are beyond the reach of God's grace. And your best days are never so good that you are beyond the reach of God's grace.
Don't Quit – Keep Playing
~Author Unknown~
Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took the small boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her.
Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE."
When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that her son was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and the spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.
In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the piano, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."
At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."
Then leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right hand reached around the other side of the child and he added a running obbligato.
Together, the old master and the young novice transferred a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was mesmerized.
That's the way it is with God.
What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music.
With the hand of God, our life's work truly can be beautiful. So the next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully and you can hear the voice of God whispering in your ear,
“Don't quit. Keep playing."
Feel His loving arms around you. Know that His strong hands are playing the concerto of your life. Remember, God doesn't call the equipped; he equips the called. Your worst days are never so bad that you are beyond the reach of God's grace. And your best days are never so good that you are beyond the reach of God's grace.
Don't Quit – Keep Playing
~Author Unknown~
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
My Blog Action Day Activity
I have started working on 
since I have been informed about it.
Here are the steps I took:
1) I promoted it on my blog.
2) Created presentation
3) Posted presentation on SlideShare
4) Forwarded it with an invitation join this event to all my friends and contacts on SlideShare.
5) Sourced presentations related to poverty and post them on the link to this event on SlideShare.
Is this a worthwhile effort? Check my discovery:
1) The research work I did was a great way for me to learn about economics, environmental issues, climate change and geography.
2) I came to know more interesting people on SlideShare.
3) I am appreciated for the effort.
So, I hope that it has benefited Blog Action project just as much. I am definitely looking forward to next year's theme.
Happy blogging about poverty.
since I have been informed about it.Here are the steps I took:
1) I promoted it on my blog.
2) Created presentation
3) Posted presentation on SlideShare
4) Forwarded it with an invitation join this event to all my friends and contacts on SlideShare.
5) Sourced presentations related to poverty and post them on the link to this event on SlideShare.
Is this a worthwhile effort? Check my discovery:
1) The research work I did was a great way for me to learn about economics, environmental issues, climate change and geography.
2) I came to know more interesting people on SlideShare.
3) I am appreciated for the effort.
So, I hope that it has benefited Blog Action project just as much. I am definitely looking forward to next year's theme.
Happy blogging about poverty.
Create change. Write on a global scale.
This is a reminder that Blog Action Day falls on 15 October. Are you ready to blog about poverty?
Need more idea about what this is all about? This presentation by Arun should do the job perfectly.
To make it easier for bloggers who do not have time to figure out what they would like to write about, I have complied presentations discovered on SlideShare that are relevant to the subject at the following link:
http://www.slideshare.net/event/blogaction-day-2008-poverty
Now everyone can write or talk about it. Just pick and embed one presentation that you like and add views of your own.
Need more idea about what this is all about? This presentation by Arun should do the job perfectly.
To make it easier for bloggers who do not have time to figure out what they would like to write about, I have complied presentations discovered on SlideShare that are relevant to the subject at the following link:
http://www.slideshare.net/event/blogaction-day-2008-poverty
Now everyone can write or talk about it. Just pick and embed one presentation that you like and add views of your own.
Understanding Economic Crisis
Too stressed out to read what the economic crisis is all about? Ratbag has made it as easy as he possibly can to explain it.
Need some cheers after reading that? I hope this makes your day too.
Need some cheers after reading that? I hope this makes your day too.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Beautiful Libraries In The World
Library is a great place to seek answers. Sometimes you don't need to open the books; just the peace you can find in one.
Most libraries have gone online, so make use of the names of libraries listed on the slides and do a search online. You will be amazed at what Librarians are willing to share.
Thanks for sharing, Paulo.
Most libraries have gone online, so make use of the names of libraries listed on the slides and do a search online. You will be amazed at what Librarians are willing to share.
Thanks for sharing, Paulo.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
How Is Your Inner Child?
Join this quiz to discover the inner child in you. This is what the little girl in me is about.
This is one of the links posted on the last slide of Oribel's presentation.
Thanks for sharing, Oribel.
Your Inner Child Is Surprised |
 You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things. |
This is one of the links posted on the last slide of Oribel's presentation.
Thanks for sharing, Oribel.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Life's lessons
From My InBox:
Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.
1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:
'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?'
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?
I hande d in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if
the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
'Absolutely,' said the professor. 'In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say 'hello.'
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.
2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
On e night, at 11:3 0 p.m., an older African American
woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s.. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistanc e and
put her into a taxicab.
She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his su rprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached..
It read:
'Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's' bedside just before he passed away.. God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others.'
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
3 - Third Important Less on - Always remember those who serve.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
'How much is an ice cream sundae?' he asked.
'Fifty cents,' replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.
'Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?' he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.
'Thirty-five cents,' she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.
'I'll have the plain ice cream,' he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cash ier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were
two nickels and five pennies..
You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
to have enough left to leave her a tip.
4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
King's' wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did
anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Up on approaching the boulder, the
peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand!
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
Many years ago , when I worked as a volunteer at a
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only
chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness.. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, 'Yes I'll do it if it will
save her.' As the transfusion progressed, he lay in
bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his
face grew pale and his smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and asked with a
trembling voice, 'Will I start to die right away'.
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all of his blood in order to save her but he had chosen to save her anyway.
NOW more than ever - Pray for Peace...Pass It On
Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.
1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:
'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?'
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?
I hande d in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if
the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
'Absolutely,' said the professor. 'In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say 'hello.'
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.
2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
On e night, at 11:3 0 p.m., an older African American
woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s.. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistanc e and
put her into a taxicab.
She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his su rprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached..
It read:
'Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's' bedside just before he passed away.. God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others.'
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
3 - Third Important Less on - Always remember those who serve.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
'How much is an ice cream sundae?' he asked.
'Fifty cents,' replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.
'Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?' he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.
'Thirty-five cents,' she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.
'I'll have the plain ice cream,' he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cash ier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were
two nickels and five pennies..
You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
to have enough left to leave her a tip.
4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
King's' wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did
anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Up on approaching the boulder, the
peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand!
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
Many years ago , when I worked as a volunteer at a
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only
chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness.. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, 'Yes I'll do it if it will
save her.' As the transfusion progressed, he lay in
bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his
face grew pale and his smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and asked with a
trembling voice, 'Will I start to die right away'.
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all of his blood in order to save her but he had chosen to save her anyway.
NOW more than ever - Pray for Peace...Pass It On
Are you free on October 15th?
Blog Action Day falls on October 15th this year and we are all going to talk about poverty.
What do you know abut poverty? What can you do about it other than raising the awareness on Blog Action Day?
Globalissuesasd has the definition for you and some ideas of how you can help eliminate poverty.
What do you know abut poverty? What can you do about it other than raising the awareness on Blog Action Day?
Globalissuesasd has the definition for you and some ideas of how you can help eliminate poverty.
What do women really want?
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.
The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.
But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.
The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!
Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.
He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.
He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.
Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:
What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.
And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.
The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened
The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.
Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?
Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?
What would YOU do?
What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?
Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now....what is the moral to this story?
Scroll down
The moral is.....
If you don't let a woman have her own way....
Things are going to get ugly
The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.
But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.
The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!
Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.
He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.
He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.
Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:
What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.
And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.
The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened
The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.
Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?
Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?
What would YOU do?
What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?
Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now....what is the moral to this story?
Scroll down
The moral is.....
If you don't let a woman have her own way....
Things are going to get ugly
Thursday, October 9, 2008
In time of recession, go digital.
No, I am not the expert here but if read what CM1234 (Critical Mass 1234) has to say in his presentation, you are likely to agree with him.
Don't knock your head silly if you have not started getting the knack of using free social media or Web 2 tools and sites during your good times. You can find many of them on SlideShare. Poke around my blog and you will find I have posted quite a number of very useful ones.
Don't knock your head silly if you have not started getting the knack of using free social media or Web 2 tools and sites during your good times. You can find many of them on SlideShare. Poke around my blog and you will find I have posted quite a number of very useful ones.
Just an eye trick
Can you read this in first attempt????
Not possible to read anything? Then follow the guidelines given below:
Close your eyes almost 90% so that you can actually read it.
Its really superb!!!!
Not possible to read anything? Then follow the guidelines given below:
Close your eyes almost 90% so that you can actually read it.
Its really superb!!!!
How to know if the milk products made in China or Taiwan
I checked a packet of vegetarian noodle I have from Taiwan and see that the first 3 digits of the code are "471" as indicated in the email below. However, the digits of a "made in China" Aztech Wireless broadband router I have, are "658".
According to How Stuff Works, the stripes of lines that you see in the photo below is known as Universal Product Code (UPC) bar code. A company called the Uniform Code Council (UCC) provides manufacturers permission to enter their UPC system to apply for their own six-digit manufacturer identification number which they have to pay an annual fee for.
To have an idea what the numbers printed at the side of the bars mean, take a look at article, "How is the Price Determined?".
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From My InBox:
With more and more milk products from China and Taiwan having problem. We really got to check where the things are produced. Here is a way to differentiate Taiwan made products and China made products : by looking at first three digits of its Bar Code.
If the 1st 3 digits are 690, 691 or 692 - China made
If the 1st 3 digits are 471 – Taiwan made
According to How Stuff Works, the stripes of lines that you see in the photo below is known as Universal Product Code (UPC) bar code. A company called the Uniform Code Council (UCC) provides manufacturers permission to enter their UPC system to apply for their own six-digit manufacturer identification number which they have to pay an annual fee for.
To have an idea what the numbers printed at the side of the bars mean, take a look at article, "How is the Price Determined?".
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From My InBox:
With more and more milk products from China and Taiwan having problem. We really got to check where the things are produced. Here is a way to differentiate Taiwan made products and China made products : by looking at first three digits of its Bar Code.
If the 1st 3 digits are 690, 691 or 692 - China made
If the 1st 3 digits are 471 – Taiwan made
Need a laugh? Go find Hosss.
Meet funny guy, Hosss. I discovered him on SlideShare. He is the one who made me lose my compassion. I found myself smiling as I looked at photos of vehicle damaged in accidents.
Don't believe me? Then check this one out.
Now you know where to go if you need to clear any Monday's blue.
Don't believe me? Then check this one out.
Now you know where to go if you need to clear any Monday's blue.
Confession: Bless me father for I have sinned.
> An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of
> Rimini, Italy, went to the local church for confession.
>
> When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said:
> 'Father ... During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our
> neighbourhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from
> the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic.'
>
> The priest replied: 'That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no
> need to confess that.'
>
> 'There is more to tell, Father... She started to repay me with sexual
> favours. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on
> Sundays.'
>
> The priest said, 'That was a long time ago and by doing what
> you did, you placed the two of you in great danger. but two people
> under those circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh.
> However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed
> forgiven.'
>
> 'Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind.
> I do have one more question.'
>
> 'And what is that?' asked the priest.
>
>
> 'Should I tell her the war is over?''
> Rimini, Italy, went to the local church for confession.
>
> When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said:
> 'Father ... During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our
> neighbourhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from
> the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic.'
>
> The priest replied: 'That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no
> need to confess that.'
>
> 'There is more to tell, Father... She started to repay me with sexual
> favours. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on
> Sundays.'
>
> The priest said, 'That was a long time ago and by doing what
> you did, you placed the two of you in great danger. but two people
> under those circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh.
> However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed
> forgiven.'
>
> 'Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind.
> I do have one more question.'
>
> 'And what is that?' asked the priest.
>
>
> 'Should I tell her the war is over?''
Do u Understand Wall Street..???
From My InBox:
If you have difficulty understanding the current world financial situation, the following should help...
Once upon a time in a village in India , a man announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10.
The villagers seeing there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.
The man bought thousands at $10, but, as the supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their efforts. The man further announced that he would now buy at $20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.
Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to $25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!
The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now act as buyer, on his behalf.
In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers: ' Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at $35 and when he returns from the city, you can sell them back to him for $50. '
The villagers squeezed together their savings and bought all the monkeys.
Then they never saw the man or his assistant again, only monkeys everywhere! Welcome to WALL STREET.
If you have difficulty understanding the current world financial situation, the following should help...
Once upon a time in a village in India , a man announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10.
The villagers seeing there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.
The man bought thousands at $10, but, as the supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their efforts. The man further announced that he would now buy at $20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.
Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to $25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!
The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now act as buyer, on his behalf.
In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers: ' Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at $35 and when he returns from the city, you can sell them back to him for $50. '
The villagers squeezed together their savings and bought all the monkeys.
Then they never saw the man or his assistant again, only monkeys everywhere! Welcome to WALL STREET.
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