A window to know more about me ^.^

yes, he gave me another meaningfull story.. but no, this time he doesn’t make me cry.. of course… ^,^

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Many years ago in a small village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender.

The moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer’s beautiful daughter. So he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the farmer’s debt if he could marry his daughter.

Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal.
So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide the matter. He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag.

1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father’s debt would be forgiven.

2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her fath er’s debt would still be forgiven.

3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail.

They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer’s field. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag.

Now, imagine that you were standing in the field.

What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her? Careful analysis would produce three
possibilities:

1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.

2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.

3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.

Take a moment to ponder over the story . The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking. The girl’s dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking. Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers. What would you recommend to the Girl to do?

Well, here is what she did …..The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.

"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked." Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an extremely advantageous one.

MORAL OF THE STORY:
Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don’t attempt to think.

thanks to mark koh to give me this kind of story… it made me cry and also it made me really really miss my bro… sob sob sob… T_T

A Simple Story of True Love and True Care
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I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father’s drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.

Who stole the money?" he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father’s hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!"
The long stick smacked my brother’s back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone be d and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, "Sis, now don’t cry anymore. Everything has happened."

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.

Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday.

I will never forget my brother’s ___expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province.

That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good results? very good results?"

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance bot h of them?"

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don’t want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face.

"Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!"

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.

I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother’s swollen face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.

Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.

With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,"There’s a villager waiting for you outside!"

Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won’t they laugh at you?"

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother’s body. And told him with a lump in my throat, "I don’t care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one."

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn’t have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn’t you see the wound on his hand?

He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window." I went into my brother’s bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandag on it, "Does it hurt?" I asked him.

"No, it doesn’t hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me from working."

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn’t want.

They said, once they left the village, they wouldn’t know what to do.

My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won’t do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury. Why didn’t you just listen to us?"

With a serious _expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?"

My husband’s eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from
the village.

During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"

Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her."

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me.

I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

thanks to mark to email me this so i can share with all of u..

A policeman was interrogating 3 SINGHS who were training to become detectives. To test their skills in recognizing a suspect, he shows the first SINGH a picture for 5 seconds and then hides it.

"This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?"

The first SINGH answers, "That’s easy, we’ll catch him fast because he only has one eye!"

The policeman says, "Well…uh…that’s because the picture I showed is his side profile."

Slightly flustered by this ridiculous response, he flashes the picture for 5 seconds at the second SINGH and asks him, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?"

The second SINGH smiles, flips his hair and says, "Ha! He’d be too easy to catch because he only has one ear!"

The policeman angrily responds, "What’s the matter with you two?? Of course only one eye and one ear are showing because it’s a picture of his side profile! Is that the best answer you can come up with?"

Extremely frustrated at this point, he shows the picture to the third SINGH and in a very testy voice asks, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him? He quickly adds, "Think hard before giving me a stupid answer."

The SINGH looks at the picture intently for a moment and says, "The suspect wears contact lenses."

The policeman is surprised and speechless because he really doesn’t know himself if the suspect wears contacts or not. "Well, that’s an interesting answer. Wait here for a few minutes while I check his file and I’ll get back to you on that."

He leaves the room and goes to his office, checks the suspect’s file in his computer, and comes back with a beaming smile on his face.

"Wow! I can’t believe it. It’s TRUE! The suspect does in fact wear contact lenses. Good work! How were you able to make such an astute observation?"

"That’s easy," the SINGH replied. "He can’t wear regular glasses because he only has one eye and one ear."

i have this joke from donny iskandar.. just want to share with u guys…

After getting all of Pope Benedict’s luggage loaded into the limo, (and he
doesn’t travel light), the driver notices that the Pope is still standing on
the curb.

"Excuse me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please take your
seat so we can leave?"

"Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope, "they never let me drive at
the Vatican when I was a cardinal, and I’d really like to drive today."

"I’m sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I’d lose my job!
And what if something should happen?" protests the driver, wishing he’d
never gone to work that morning.

"Who’s going to tell? Besides, there might be something extra in it for
you," says the Pope with a smile.

Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the
wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the
airport, the
Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph

"Please slow down, Your Holiness!" pleads the worried driver, but the Pope
keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.

"Oh, dear God, I’m gonna lose my license…and my job!" moans the driver.

The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the

cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the
radio.

"I need to talk to the Chief," he says to the dispatcher. The Chief gets on
the radio and the cop tells him that he’s stopped a limo going a hundred and

five.

"So bust him," says the Chief.

"I don’t think we want to do that, he’s really important," said the cop.

The Chief exclaimed, "All the more reason!"

"No, I mean really important," said the cop with a bit of persistence.

The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"

Cop: "Bigger."

Chief: " The Governor?"

Cop: "Bigger."

Chief: "The President?"

Cop: "Bigger."

"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"

Cop: "I think it’s GOD!"

The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, "What makes you think it’s God?"

Cop: "He’s got the Pope as a chauffeur."

u know what best for me when i’m fever?? F&N Strawberry… Believe? u should believe it cause it really works for me.. ^^

There was a time in my life twenty years ago when I was driving a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a gambler’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss, constant movement, and the thrill of a dice roll every time a new passenger got into the cab.

What I didn’t count on when I took the job was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a rolling confessional. Passengers would climb in, sit behind me in total anonymity, and tell me of their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and made me weep. And none of those lives touched me more than that of a woman I picked up late on a warm August night.

I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a someone going off to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at the address, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground-floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a short minute, then drive away. Too many bad possibilities awaited a driver who went up to a darkened building at 2:30 in the morning.

But I had seen too many people trapped in a life of poverty who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation had a real whiff of danger, I always went to the door to find the passenger. It might, I reasoned, be someone who needs my assistance. Would I not want a driver to do the same if my mother or father had called for a cab? So I walked to the door and knocked.

"Just a minute" answered a frail and elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman somewhere in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like you might see in a costume shop or a Goodwill store or in a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The sound had been her dragging it across the floor.

The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm, and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It’s nothing" I told her "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."

"Oh, you’re such a good boy" she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked "Could you drive through downtown?" "It’s not the shortest way" I answered quickly. "Oh, I don’t mind" she said. "I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice." I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening "I don’t have any family left" she continued. "The doctor says I don’t have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to go?" I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they had first been married. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she would have me slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said "I’m tired. Let’s go now." We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing" I said.

"You have to make a living" she answered.

"There are other passengers" I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held on to me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy" she said. "Thank you."

There was nothing more to say. I squeezed her hand once, then walked out into the dim morning light. Behind me, I could hear the door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I did not pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the remainder of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?

What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? How many other moments like that had I missed or failed to grasp? What if I had been in a foul mood and had refused to engage the woman in conversation?

We are so conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unawares. When that woman hugged me and said that I had brought her a moment of joy, it was possible to believe that I had been placed on earth for the sole purpose of providing her with that last ride.

I do not think that I have ever done anything in my life that was any more important.

something that i need to remember and remind myself.. Yes, it was my previous midi before the current one..  ^.^

What I Did For Love from  A Chorus Line

Kiss today goodbye, The sweetness and the sorrow. Wish me luck, the same to you. But I can’t regret What I did for love, what I did for love.
Look my eyes are dry. The gift was ours to borrow. It’s as if we always knew, And I won’t forget what I did for love, What I did for love.
Gone, Love is never gone. As we travel on, Love’s what we’ll remember.
Kiss today goodbye, And point me t’ward tomorrow. We did what we had to do. Won’t forget, can’t regret What I did for Love

It’s been a while since i open this blog.. nah, i won’t post much in this blog ^^

anyway, for steamboat lover out there, ejoy this….

What kind of season will you enjoy eating steamboat?

     A. Winter ( To Qn 2)

     B. Summer (To Qn 5)

     C. No matter what season (To Qn 1)

1. Do you like to have some sauce on your food?

      A. Like (To Qn 2)

      B. Don’t like (To Qn 5)

2. Will you add eggs in your steamboat soup?

       A. Yes (To Qn 3)

       B. No (To Qn 6)

3. If you find a cigaratte butt in ur steamboat food,  what will you do?

       A. Quarrel with the boss and request another new one. (To Qn 13)

       B. Stop eating and just pay and go. (To Qn 10)

4. What is the main point ypu will consider for choosing a steamboat restaurant?

        A. Famous ( To Qn 7)

        B. Reasonable prices ( To Qn

5. If the steamboat restaurant has a new product of steamboat, will you dare to try?

        A. Yes ( To Qn 6)

        B. No ( To Qn

6. How many people do you like to have your steamboat meal with?

       A. 2-3 soulmates ( To Qn 9)

       B. A big group of friends ( To Qn 3)

7. If the steamboat restaurant is very crowded, will you wait for a seat or go to another place?

       A. Wait ( To Qn 11)

       B. Proceed to another one ( To Qn 12)

8. What kind of food you like to add?

       A. Noodle ( To Qn 9)

       B. Vermicilli "Tang hoon" ( To Qn 7)

9. Will you drink the soup first or finish all the ingredients in the bowl then drink the soup?

        A. Drink the soup first ( To Qn 10)

        B. Eat the ingredients first ( To Qn 12)

10. If the boss tells you that you must add some SPECIAL and ODD ingredient in the soup to make it more delicious, will you dare to add?

        A. Yes ( To Qn 17)

        B. No ( To Qn 13)

11. Will you drink a cup of cooling water after you finish this steamy hot meal?

        A. Yes ( To Qn 15)

        B. No ( To Qn 14)

12. When you are having your steamboat, do you put in your meat first or put in later?

        A. Put it once the steamboat start ( To Qn 15)

        B. Later part then put ( To Qn 11)

13. Do you like to put all types of food at one go into the steamboat or have it put in one type by one type?

       A. All ( To Qn 17)

       B. One type at a time ( To Qn 16)

14. What drink will you like to go with your meal?

       A. Oolong Tea ( To Qn 16)

       B. Plum juice ( Type A)

15. Do you like to have steamboat at home or outside?

       A. Home ( To Qn 16)

       B. Outside ( To Qn 14)

16. Will you mind if another customer is standing behind you, waiting for you while you are finishing your food?

       A. Mind ( Type B)

       B. Don’t mind ( Type C)

17. You are already very full with your meal but the boss offer to let you have another steamboat meal, will you eat it?

       A. Yes (Type D)

       B. No ( To Qn 16)

RESULTS….

TYPE A
Shy, a bit of an introvert. You are more stubborn and like to stay alone quietly at home. To you, talking to strangers is a hard thing so you have not much friends. But you will still have some soulmates. You need to treasure people who care and love you. You are more interested in your own matters, you will try your very best to achieve your target. But you can’t do everything alone, and just depend on yourself, learn to open up and accept other opinions. Try to get along with different people.

TYPE B
You are a more active person, drawing a clear line between happiness and unhappiness. You are more quick-tempered. If you encounter things you like, you will do it without second thought. But once you encounter things that you hate, you will wish to get out of it as soon as possible. As you are a person of your own views, the friends you tend to have will be of the same pattern. But once good friends, you will understand them a lot and go all the way to help then. Friends are very dependent on you. As you are too emotional, you may make a storm out of a teacup wit! h your friends. You must learn to do things in order and not give up easily. You can try making friends with those you don’t think you can get along with, don’t stick with the same category. This will make you more popular and charming.

TYPE C
Gentle like a lamb. You have a high level of adaptance power, easy to get along with people. Very popular in social life but seems that no one will talk bad about you. You hate to have conflicts with people so you always try to adapt to everyone. You treat every person differently. To look at the bright side, you adapt easily. But to look at the dark side, you lack of character, although you are one big nice guy but you lack of charm. On the surface, you have a lot of friends but once you have troubles, you lack of soulmates to help you around. You must try to express yourself more and be more decisive. In this way, you can understand yourself more.

TYPE D
You are stubborn, like to go in circles and don’t get to the point. Once you decide on something, no one can change your mind. You are a good leader in a group so you win a lot of trust from your friends. But as you are too persistant on your own thinking, you neglect other people’s suggestions therefore you can easily make enemies. Although it is good to maintain your own character but it doesn’t mean you totally ignore other people’s thoughts and feelings. You will let people think you are hard to handle and you will lose friends gradually and may end up alone. You need to learn to accept other people’s opinion. This will make your social circle bigger and you will understand yourself better.

To start my blog, i post a joke for u guys.. enjoy.. ^.^