ThE StRaNgEr #@*

A few months before I was born, my dad met stranger who was new to our small town in Tennessee, United States. From the beginning, dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bill, five years my senior was someone I emulated. Fran, my younger sister, gave me opportunity to play “big brother” and develop art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors – mum taught me to love the word God, and dad taught m e to obey it.

But the stranger was our story teller – he could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were our daily conservations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I wanted to know about the politics, history, or science, he knew it all. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life – like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family.

The stranger took dad, Bill and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies even made arrangements to introduce us to several stars. My brother and I were deeply impressed by John Wayne in particular.

Dad didn’t seem to mind that the stranger was an incessant talker. But while the rest of us were enthralled with one stories of faraway places, sometimes mum would quietly get up to go her room, read her Bible and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but this stranger never felt any obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house – not from us, our friends or adults. Our long-time visitor, however, used occasional four-letter words that burned my ears and made dad squirm. To my knowledge, he was never confronted.

My dad was teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol at home – not even for cooking. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us about other ways of life. Often, he offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much and too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were influenced by the stranger. As I look back, I believe it was by the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.

More than 30 years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive, Tennessee. He is not nearly so intriguing to my dad a he was in those early years, but if I were to walk into my parents’ den today, I’d still see him sitting in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch his draw his pictures.

His name? We always just called him.....................


I hope you can think who he is….
This thought provoking tale came through the e-mail.
This story, I take from “THE STAR” newspaper.
This story was sent in by John Forsythe to the starmag@thestar.com.my

email.

SHOPPING ONLINE TIP LIST

Here's a list of tips that I want to shared with you, that how you should consult when shopping online. I suggest you , print this page and keep it in a handy place so it will be easy to review before you order.

1. If you don't feel comfortable buying or bidding on an item over the web, or if you feel pressured to place your order immediately, maybe you shouldn't.
2. Take special care to familiarize yourself not only with he rules and policy of the auction site itself but with legal terms ( warranties, refund, policy,etc.) of the seller 's items that you wish to bid on.
3. Be suspicious of prices that are too good to be true. Also consider carefully whether you may be paying too much of an item, particularly if you're bidding through an auction site. You may want to compare shop before you buy. Make sure there is no extra shipping or handling costs.
4. Read the privacy policy first carefully to find out what information the seller is gathering from you, how the information will be used, and how you can stop the process. If a site doesn't have a privacy policy posted, you may not want to do business with it. If it does not have a privacy policy , there will probably be a link to it from the seller's home page, or it could be included with the Legal Terms.
5. Before you give your payment information, check for the indicators that security software is in place.
6. You should print out and date a copy terms, conditions, warranties, item description, company information, even confirming e-mails, and save them with your records of your purchase.
7. Look at your purchase carefully as soon as you receive it. Contact the seller as soon as possible if you discover a problem with it. Tell the seller in writing about any problems you have, ask for a repair or refund, and keep a copy of your correspondence.

What We Mean By "Magic

This article that I had read, is actually write by Silvia Hartmann.

She said, "What do we mean by MAGIC ..?"

Firstly, we mean magic. Much as some people mean magick, only that I have decided I won't leave that very magical word to the people with the card tricks who have truly made a sham of its usage. I won't be driven out into a small corner esoteric re-spelling of the word but indeed, choose to simply reclaim it and define magic as follows.

Magic is when something happens that is OTHER THAN building a brick wall with bricks, cement, the operating instructions on a sheet.

It is something that is BEYOND the ordinary root digging endeavours and that is why it appears magical to those who can't look any further than the gold coin in front of their noses.

But magic isn't spooky.

Quite in the contrary.

Only when magic is allowed to re-enter the world of the living does the world slowly begin to make any sense at all.

It is the science of those realm that TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY EXIST WITHIN CREATION but have been just as totally and absolutely ignored, and misunderstood, by a great many very, very stupid people over the last few hundred thousand years or so.

So here is my personal definition of "magic".

The Creative Order created the universe. It is the ultimate force in the universe and to study the Creative Order and its unbearably wonderful ways is THE HIGHEST POSSIBLE HUMAN ENDEAVOUR.

The Creative Order is totally logical and totally sensible in all ways. It just sometimes seems chaotic to those who don't understand how it works just yet.

There is much, much more to the workings of the Creative Order than any living human being (and including all dead human prophets!) can ever understand. It is vast, immense, immortal and immutable and if it could laugh, it probably would at the megalomania of men.

However, we can try and study it. We can try and understand it, try and BE TAUGHT BY THE EXAMPLES OF THE CREATIVE ORDER that we actually are and which of course exist all around us, all the time.

That study or exploration or homecoming I call "magic".

It is simply so that if you KNOW that the Nile will flood its banks at regular intervals, the people who DON'T KNOW THAT and are constantly surprised that it is happening again think you to be a "magician".

And indeed, you are.

Much like a pigeon, really, who can detect a power line from 30 miles away is a magician to those people who can't.

The Creative Order is magical in nature, and the more we understand it, re-learn to move with it and basically stop fighting the one true order of the Universe, the better life becomes, the easier all manner of things become very practically and the happier the life you lead.

It is simple and has nothing to do with reward or punishment, other than in the sense that if you stop bashing your head against rocks, eventually you will find that your headaches recede in a very simple cause-and-effect.

The Creative Order gave birth to each one of us very personally, and us as humans with consciousness in particular.

The creative order doesn't make mistakes.

Only human beings do.

When we stop aligning ourselves with the faulty learnings of humanity and strike out on our own and take as our teacher the creative order and our own selves instead, that is when we start to actually work with true magic. That is when the "powers that be" get very nervous, because they are about to lose control of such individuals forever and that's why there is so much utter nonsense and so many scary old wife's tails (!) attached to the topic.

I don't believe in black or white magic, only pure magic. Pure, true clear magic that does nothing but celebrate the splendour of the creative order and seeks to celebrate it in every way.

You can't make pure magic when you are terrified of your own dark side, or your head is full of half lies and chinese whispers of the past.

You can't make pure magic from a place of anger and injury, or from a place of need and desperation.

All of that has got to go first for it lies in between ourselves and the wonders of the creative order, our own true parentage, our only real home and hearth. So there is a strong component of "preparation and healing" as we each begin to get ready for the high energies of the creative order that you simply cannot handle without burning to cinder if your channels are still a Gordian knot of fear, terror and unresolved injuries.

The closer you get to the high energies of the creative order, the more your power to create true magic grows. The more magical you become in every way. The further away, the more the same energies if called upon will burn you, hurt you and create havoc in your life. It's all very simple and very logical, very cause-and-effect.

And indeed, in my estimation there is no holier endeavour, no truer effort nor more extreme rewards than to engage in the study of the creative order, and to begin to re-learn the lessons of true magic which were our birthright and given to us just as a standard by the Creative Order itself.

The Creative Order did not give us legs so we would crawl on the ground. It did not give us eyes so we would shut them to the pure beauty of its existence. It did not give us a heart so that we would be stones and never sing or cry and it did NOT give us the minds we have so that we don't do anything with them but churn out rotely repeated nonsense all our lives.

We are more than that. Much, much more.

Magic awaits.

All of it, all the time, everywhere.

Let's see if we can't go and meet it half way.

The Art of Convincing Myself

This particular post might change some people's minds about how things are going with me... but that is not its intention. I just want to express my feelings and this is how I am feeling right now.

I wish I could sit here and tell you that I feel that radiation is the logical and best next path for me. Unfortunately, I can not do this. Yes, I am doing it and I will continue the therapy but I can not honestly say that I feel it is the right path for me at this time. I believe I need to just trust the doctors and 100% of everyone else but in my heart I am not yet convinced. Will I ever be convinced? I wish I could answer that right now. So why am I doing it if I am not convinced it is the right path? For once, I just have to trust the doctors. Do I trust the doctors? I trust very few in the medical field. Is it important that I eventually convince myself this is the right path? Yes, it is very important for my mental health. Why? If radiation doesn't work or the side effects get severe, I will always question why I didn't follow my instincts. It's not like you can undo it once it begins.

So why am I not convinced? I really wish I could answer this. I'm typically a very logical person and this is good and bad sometimes. It's good because I weigh out all the options. It's bad because sometimes I pick up on things and ask questions that have no answer. I believe this is where the current problem lies. I have questions that just can not be answered and because of this, I can not convince myself that this is the right choice. This is just one of the many things I feel are working against me in convincing myself of this being the right path. Others include the fact I am still not having any symptoms, this tumor has not showed change in the past year, I have not received "my" sign that this is the right path (I have every other time prior), I had less time to contemplate this decision, and I'm not sure the benefits can truly outweigh the side effects.

So you see, I'm in a very confused mental state right now and this will probably be even more affected by the fact that I will probably never get myself convinced of this choice. Unfortunately, if I come to the conclusion that this definitely isn't the right choice... it's a bit too late.

WHY ENGLISH CLASS ???

I've read about the article that paste on English department's board last year about the lazyness students to attend English classes. In my thought, all of the reasons given were not relevant and strong enough to support your main idea and to hate English subject for the rest of yourlife! So, down here i'm going to demand all of your points and influence every students to love English subject.

I think the main reason you're lazy for English classess is because you are lazy and never want to. This is because you found hard in learning English and of course you hate that subject very much and maybe you hate the lecturers too. Thus, you got bad results in English subject and started to disregard it. You concentrate to the other 'important' subject and ready to let go English simply like that. But you didn't realize that English subject is much more important than the others. I said this because, in university(your dream further study) you're going to learn every subject in English especially in science and mathematics subject.

Even, most of the revisions books in the library are in English. Also, you got to do all the assignments given in English too. This shows that English is our second language in daily lifetime. Yes, it's better to speak in our mom's tougue but it's not false to learn other languages if it needed in our lifestyle. Not just specifically in studying , but when you reach to work one day, you got to face the environment that needed you to excellent in speaking English not just know "I,You,Yes,No" words only. Even, the interview will also be in English sometimes. If you are not good in English , it's hard for you to get the job nowadays.

Thus, it's an international language and used to communicate with other people in other countries especially in doing business with them. Even, if you wish to travel overseas for vacations or 'honeymoon' maybe, you found very hard to speak to the people witout using English language. I'm not giving nightmare to others who are weak in English even I'm myself not too good enough but to attract every students in matriculation that read this my blog to love English subject. I mean really enjoyable. The lecturers really tried hard to make English subject fun to learn and easy to understand by doing many kind of interesting activities such as group discussions, games drama presentations and some got chance to watch movies too.

They did this not just to teach English only, but in the same time they teach us how to cooperate in groups besides enjoying ourselves and release tension by learning English. But it looks like students doesn't give much respond or feedback to the lecturers. Sometimes they felt like teaching to the "chairs and tables". Why this happened ? Because you are too scared to speak in English ? And why is that ? Because you are afraid that people ill laugh when you start to speak ? Oh crab! Come on, just don't care about it. Even they all also bad in their own speaking. Try it yourself! Forget about the wrong grammar and bad pronounciation. Thus we are still laerning, right! As long as you are willing to try. It maybe takes time to discover the whole English but at least you start it from now. Try to talk English with your friends and your lecturers daily especially in English classes.

When you're trained to speak in English daily, it wasn't a problem anymore and slowly you could pronounce it nicely, You won't embrass yourself then. The important thing is when you read articles and magazines or books don't be lazt to refer dictionary if you don't know or con fuse with some difficult words. Vocublary may helps you. To be good in English, you also should read more English books. Doesn't matter if it a love story books, mystery/horror books or even fairy tales as long as it's English and you found enjoy reading it. There is a thousand reasons to avoid something but there is still a million ways if you want something.

Where there is a will, there is a way. Remember that! Persuade yourself to love this subject. Wishing you all the best and remember never give up no matter how hopeless. So, let's get together and have fun in learning English!!!

STUDENTS LIFE IN MATRICULATION COLLEGE

A matriculation college is a place where many bumpier students qualify to continue to degree level in science, technology and accountancy domain. There are only nine matriculation college in Malaysia. To facilitate all these students, cafés and laundry are built to make them feel comfortable in matriculation college. Some trees are planted there nice view and to provide greenery and also shade.

For most students studying in matriculation, the daily task of going to lectures or tutorial classes then coming back to hostel is a much practiced and tolerated routine. Often, some of them do not go to the lectures or tutorial classes. This is caused by sleeping late or tired and as a result they will get red marks from lecturer.

Lunch, for most matriculation students, is a quick one at the most common and comfortable café or shop where they eat daily. So, come lunch hour, hordes of students stream out of their study places towards the café or shop. They all have one objective in mind that is to fill their empty stomach. So, boy students with ties and without ties head for their favorite food at best café as quickly as possible the lunch food is sold out. Girls students in costumes of all sorts likewise do the same thing. The variety of food available, for one thing, is plentiful. The price, however makes one think about how suitable food price is in a study place.

In that one hour or so for lunch break, there are some students, who can squeeze in a bit of study or sleep. Because for them without study a lot of time, they will be in lose in our examination. While, several of them without a light sleeper, they will be sleepy in the lectures or tutorial classes in the evening.

Besides this, there are a lot of smart and best students. All going round with books. Among them, some get excellent exam results while some of them are do not get excellent exam result. Practically all of them seem to be really hardworking and study smart in their study. Life is rush in here. It is a never-ending pursuit of money to make ends meet, or to put into the bank.

In the evening, many students will perform physical activity by playing their favorite sports such as a badminton, football, tennis and another sports. But half of them will be involved with compulsory cocuriculum, their activities such as a ‘kawad kaki’, also badminton, football, and basketball. However, behind all these activities there are the less active students who sleep or study in the afternoon until evening coming. They like to go out walking or riding the bicycle around the matriculation college area before they go to eat at the café in the dusk time.

When night comes, matriculation college becomes alive in different ways. The light in the hostel shines brightly until 11.30 p.m. This is because the students will study and do their assignment that the lecturer have given in lecture time or class time.

Busy it may be ordinary days, lecturer matriculation college room become a ghost time when examination comes. It is evident then that most students who study by self comes to see lecturer to solve the difficult questions that they cannot solve even among their friends. What a contrast it is to the normal hustle and bustle. So, on. After examination, they have holidays in one week only before coming back to second semester at the matriculation college.


It feels as though a giant is sleeping and recuperating from the hectic activity of normal days. Then all too soon the students come back, to reinforced and ready to make matriculation college wake up from its slumber once again in the last.

Thus life in the matriculation college goes on, hectic and fast, filled with hardwork and struggle, hopes and dreams to succeed in studies and can go to the university.

This article I take from Mix-Max Magazine. Actually this magazine was produced by my friends and I during study at matriculation last year. I like to post this article to my blog, because it one of really interesting that happened in my life. It was the placed that we should be smart in whatever we do.

Alhamdulillah, my friends and I was finished study at there with gratefully.

-ThE WrEaTh-

Today, I post different type story that have in my blog before.
This is title of story critique “The Wreath” written by Christine Manara.
I hope, if you read this post you can give your comment by answer that I give below.
And thanks of your kindness, give the comment of this story.

Story begins….

Ms. Tika’s mind was still fixed on the unpleasant incidents that had happened that day: breaking up with Harun after he had accused her of being unfaithful, finding out that her boss was involved in money laundering and deciding to quit her job immediately.

She walked aimlessly hoping for a good rest to clear her mind. But when she arrived home, another surprised disturbed her peace of mind. She found a strange wreath leaning against her front door. Pine leaves were tied together neatly with a black ribbon. Some rare black orchids that decorated the wreath made it seem even more bizarre. She suddenly felt scared. She hesitated to pick up the wreath. Who was it from? What did it mean? She looked around her to see whether anyone was watching her, but there was no one in sight. Her heart was pounding like a her hammer in her chest and her hands were sweating. She finally picked the wreath up nervously, hoping that it was address to someone else. However, there was no card with a name on it and no message. She took out her keys from her bag and opened he door. Then suddenly she stopped.

“What if someone is waiting for me inside?”

She pushed the door wide open so that it hit the wall. When she heard, the door slam against the wall, she was relieved. There was no one behind the door. She found the light switch to the living room and turned it on. She peeped into her living room, scanning every corner. She didn’t close the front door immediately. Instead, she went to check behind the sofa and other places where someone might be hiding. When she was sure that the house was safe, she closed the front door.

She sat on the sofa and examined the strange wreath that she had put on the table.

“What is this scary looking wreath? Who is teasing me?

After an hour of puzzlement, she got tired of her own guessing game and turned off the light and went into her bedroom. She woke to the sound of her bedroom door being locked. She realized that she was not alone. As she turned to get out of bed, two enormous hands closed around her neck.

“NO!!!” she screamed …and woke up, opened her eyes and found she was on her own, safe in her own bed.

“Ooof!” Thank goodness, it was just a dream,” she said to herself: the wreath, the bedroom door, those terrible hands…all of part of her dream.

She looked at the alarm clock on the table next to her bed and saw it was 6.30 a.m.. Time to get up. She got up and walked slowly to the kitchen. As she crossed her living room, she saw the wreath lying on the table in the exact position where she had left in her dream. Before she could make a sound, the hand were already closing tightly around her throat….

Question

How do you feel about the story? Try write about Miss Tika (character) and why she is dealing with the wreath? How do you think the story ends?

SUPERSTITIONS.....

Here I want to share with you about some come types superstitions around the world that I know. Because for me, superstitions is really interesting in mylife.

GOOD LUCK SUPERSTITIONS

• A frog brings good luck to the house it enters.
• A spider spinning in the morning.
• Carry an acorn to bring luck and ensure a long life.

BAD LUCK SUPERSTITIONS

• To milk a cow being sent to market.
• To see an owl i the sunlight.
• Changing a horse's name.

DEATH SUPERSTITIONS

• A bird in the house is sign of a death.
• If the person was evil, weeds will grow.
• Pregnant women should not attend funerals.

HAIR SUPERSTITIONS

• Cut your hair on Good Friday to prevent headcahes in the year to come.
• To drop a comb while you are combing your hair is a sign of a coming disappointment.

GENERAL SUPERSTITIONS

• Trying a knot into a handkerchief wards off evil.
• Itchy nose- you will have quarrel with someone.
• Ringing Bells means a new angel received wings.

-To Be ThE BeSt GuEsTs-

This article about how to be the best of guests. I think if you practice this, you will be the best guest…..Actually, I had tried its after read this article, and it give good effect to me.

Planning to stay with friends or relatives? These tips can make the experience more enjoyable for everyone. And you might even get invited back.

CALL FIRST. See to it that your hosts know in advance your arrival and departure dates, and make sure your schedule fits the plans. For instance, they might have other guests visiting at the time.

DOUBLE CHECK WHO’S REALLY INVITED. Don’t bring pets or children unless they are specifically invited. Your dog chewing up the family’s shoes or your kids destroying the furniture can be a host’s worst nightmare. If your children are welcome, make sure they are on their best behaviour.

DON’T COME EMPTY-HANDED. Bring a gift, such as their favourite drink or a decoration for the house, to show your appreciation.

LEND A HAND. Help out with the chores whenever possible. Straighten up your bed in the morning, hang your towel properly in the bathroom. If the hosts have house help, a small tip for the extra work is often appreciated.

PHONE HOME WITH CARE. Your hosts may refuse to accept money for long-distance calls, and then regret their graciousness when the bill arrives. To avoid problems, use a calling card.

GO WITH THE FLOW. Adapt your lifestyle to the way your hosts run their house. Don’t expect them to stay up to the small hours with you if they usually go to bed at 10 p.m.

HAVE FUN. Make your visit a joyful one. Your hosts aren’t running a hotel-they invited you because they like your company. Don’t hide in the guest room, and invite them along when you make plans to go out.

BUY DINNER. Take your hosts out to their favourite restaurant. This gives both the cook and their budget a break.

SAY THANKS. A card or phone call to say thanks will be appreciated. Even better, send a small gift.


SO TRY IT!!!!!..........

Hahahaa....Hohohoho...Hahahaha!!! [GROUP GIGGLING

This article that I had read in "Reader's Digest" book, it told me about the group giggling. They say that, "LAUGHTER IS GOOD MEDICINE," and now many people are getting a regular dose without any humuor. Members of laughter clubs have discovered that simulated laughter can quickly turn into giggles, then side-splitting guf- faws-benefiting mind, body and spirit. In group laughter, it's not the content that matters. You can laugh over nothing, even simulate laughter, and still reap the benefits. The body knows no difference. "Fake it till you make it" is the motto. Incorporating yoga strecthes, rhythmic breathing, meditation and a lot of playfulness, a typical laughter club sessions begins with rhythmic hand clapping along with energetic chants of "hoho, ha-ha-ha." This unique idea was developed by Dr. Madan Kataria in 1995. His interest in the health benefits of laughter- its positive impact on healing and how it reduces stress - has led to the clubs worldwide, gather to practise laughs such as the "milk-shake" and the "lion." Numerous studies support the health benefits of laughter in cardiac rehabilitation and alleviating depression. Now, research at Loma Linda University in California suggest simply anticipating humuor can contribute to stress reduction and optimise the immune system. Researcher Lee S. Berk says, "if group laughter sounds like a fun activity, you've probably already gained some health benefits."To find a laughter club in your country, visit laughteryoga.org.

by CONNIE PROTEAU

Laugh fact...

LAUGHTER GIVES AN EXCELLENT INTERNAL MASSAGE TO THE DIGESTIVE TRACT AND ENHANCES BLOOD SUPPLY TO THE LIVER,
SPLEEN, PANCREAS, KIDNEYS AND ADRENAL GLANDS.

www.laughteryoga.org

So, I can say that after finished reading this article I'm also the one of this members . Because I can see it, when I entered to secondary school until I'm study at university now I'm always laught. But my parent always told me not to laugh too much because it can make me become fat. Now, their position to me are change because I had showed this article to them that laugh can make me more health. Today, I'm as the laughter as I'm before.

MOM

Today is Tuesday (02/09/2008), my mom 41st birthday….Just now, I had wished her birthday by use my handphone. Because I’m still study at university right now. So, I would like to post another story in my blog, the title of my story “MOM” for my mom birthday….

The story begins…..

Amran’s mother only had one eye. He hated her…she was such an embarrassment…She cooked for students and teachers… to support the family. There was this one day elementary school and his mom came. He was so embarrassed. How could she do this to him? He threw her a hateful look and ran out.

The next day at school…” Your mom only has one eye?!?!”…eeee said his friend. He wished his mom would just disappear from this world. So he said to his mom, “Mom…Why don’t you have the other eye?! If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?!!!”

His mom did not respond…he guess he felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that he had said what he had wanted to say all this time… Maybe it was because his mom hadn’t punished him, but he didn’t think that he had hurt her feeling very badly.

That night ... He woke up, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. His mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake him. He took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing he had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at him in the corner of his heart. Even so, he hated his mother who was crying out of her one eye. So he told himself that he would grow up and become successful.

Then he studied real hard. He felt his mother and went to Singapore to study.

Then, he got married. He bought a house of his own. Then he had kids, too…Now he living happily as successful man. He likes it here because its place that doesn’t remind him of his mom. This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when…

What?! Who’s this?!

It was his mother…Still with her one eye. He felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on him. Even his children ran away, scared of his mom’s eye. And he asked her, “Who are you?!” “I don’t know you!!!” As if trying to make the real. He screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children!” GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!! “

And do this, his mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared out of sight.

Thank goodness…She doesn’t recognize him. He was quite relieved. He told himself that he wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of his life. Then a wave of relief came upon him…

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to his house in Singapore. So, lying to his wife that he was going on a business trip, he went. After the reunion, he went down to the old shack that he used to call a house…Just out of curiosity… There, he found his mother fallen on the cold ground. But he did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…It was letter to him.

“My son…I think my life has been long enough now…And…I wont visit Singapore anymore…But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much… And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion, But I decided not to go to the school for you. And I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and you lost your eye. As a mom, I couldn’t stand watching you having grow up with only one eye…So I gave you mine…I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did…The couple times that you were angry with me…I thought to myself, It’s because he loves me…”
My son…Oh, my son…”

Actually this message has a very deep meaning and is passed to remind people of the goodness they have enjoyed were because of others directly or indirectly. So, pause a moment and consider your life! Be thankful of what you have today compared too many millions who do not live as you do! And do spend some time in prayer for your mum out there!

Potato Recipes

My wife and I are both from German heritage. As a result we both have similar tastes when it comes to decorating as well as the foods we like. We each grew up in a home where meat and potatoes were served at most meals. There were times when the potato recipes were substituted with dumplings; however my father had a passion for potatoes. My father was a hard working farmer. He also had a full time job in a factory to supplement the family income. He always said that he worked to supplement his hobby of farming. He did not like fancy meals except when it came to potatoes. My mother loved to cook and would get frustrated with the simple meat and vegetable meals that my dad preferred. She started making different potato recipes that she found in cook books and magazines. She served some of the most delicious potato recipes that I have ever tasted. She also would experiment with different variety of potatoes.

It has been many years since I have lived at home. My parents are retired and my father has finally given up the farming hobby. My mother cooks much simpler now that they are not doing the physical labor of farming. I asked her if I could look through her potato recipes. She started looking through her recipe drawer and we were both amazed at the number of potato recipes she had collected through the years. We were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and going through the recipes when my dad came in from a walk. He sat with us and we talked about the different potato recipes and also reminisced about the days past. Mom talked about the days of cooking for neighbors that would help with the farm work and having special company dinners on Sundays. She talked about missing making formal dinners and being invited out to formal dinners. I asked if I could take her collection of potato recipes and other ethnic recipes to make copies. When I returned to my home I told my wife about the conversation I had with my parents. We decided that it would be fun to invite them for a formal dinner. I sent them an invitation and also one to my aunt and uncle that were often guests at mom’s Sunday dinners. I made an old fashioned beef roast dinner and set the table with china, crystal and taper candles. Mom and Dad and my aunt and uncle enjoyed our Sunday together. We did more reminiscing and also talked about what different family members are doing now. At the end of the evening my husband and I decided that we will continue to invite company over for formal Sunday dinners at least once a month. The article above I take from - interestingarticles.net Actually, after I had done read this article, it give me idea about our country nowadays have less rice so why not we take another way to solve for the our basic food which is rice to the potato. It was ineteresting food. Beside that, it give good benefit to our healthy such as protein.

Blue vs. Pink

There's a study by Anya Hurlbert and Yazhu Ling in the latest issue of Current Biology (volume 17, No. 16, p. R623) that purports to show that women prefer the colour pink compared to men. The authors explained this as a result of hunter/gatherer era distribution of labour. Women did the gathering and thus needed to pick out red berries from a green background, while the men were out killing stuff. This was picked up widely in the media (for example, there's a Times article here). As you might imagine, it has also caused some controversy, with the Grauniad's Zoe Williams imploring us to 'Stop this idiocy now!'. Nonetheless, I don't get the impression that anyone has actually read the paper. There certainly appears to be no considered evaluation of the research methods employed in the study in Williams's diatribe. So, using my academic ninja skills, I looked up the paper and read it. I recommend this approach to any science journalists.

The research methodology of the paper seems to be sound. Essentially, the authors of the study got a group of men and a group of women, a total of 208 people. The subjects "used a mouse cursor to select, as rapidly as possible, their preferred color from each of a series of pairs of small colored rectangles presented sequentially in the center of an otherwise neutral CRT display." The results were quite striking, with women clearly having a preference for pink hues with respect to men. Interestingly, the differences for a Han Chinese sub-group were much less pronounced. Anyway, so far so good. Conclusion: Women like pink hues more than men do.

So why do women prefer pink? The authors write 'We speculate [my emphasis] that this sex difference arose from sex specific functional specializations in the evolutionary division of labour'. They go on to propose that the difference might relate to women gathering red berries, or the need for women to notice subtle changes in skin colour in 'their roles as care-givers and empathizers'. As evidence for this speculation, the authors employ something called the Bem Sex Role Inventory, showing that masculinity and femininity correlate with colour preference. What on Earth is the Bem Sex Role Inventory? It turns out that this works by asking the subject how they rate themselves against a list of 60 adjectives. 20 of the adjectives are 'desirable for men' (e.g. assertive, independent, analytical), 20 are 'desirable for women' (e.g. loyal, warm, shy) and 20 are 'gender neutral' (e.g. happy, tactful, jealous). People are asked to rate themselves for each adjective on a 7-point scale. Clearly, as scientific methodology this leaves a lot to be desired, and it seems to me that this is just testing cultural constructions of masculinity and femininity. I'm not convinced that it backs the authors speculation that innate biological factors account for sex differences in colour preference. In fact, the authors are quite careful about this, and state that 'while these differences may be innate, they may also be modulated by cultural context or individual experience. In China, red is the color of ‘good luck’, and our Chinese subpopulation gives stronger weighting for reddish colors than the British'. This doesn't seem to be reflected in any of the media stories about the research, which is what happens when you get reporting by press release. Anyway, in my opinion, the research can't distinguish between innate and cultural explanations of the observations, and the stronger preference for red hues among the Chinese subjects certainly seems to suggest that cultural factors are important.

So, what have we learned? Well, we've learned that women prefer pink hues in comparison to men. But I don't think we've learned why. So, when Williams says 'Humanity has nothing to gain from research into whether females prefer the colour pink', is she right? I don't think so. We've learned something, and for that reason alone I think the research is valuable. And if we can say something definite about the reasons for the differences found in the paper, we can say something about our society and why it works in the way it does.

source from other article blog person

**FUN-POEM**

THIS IS JUST TO SAY (POEM)….

It’s really fun, if you have a child try to teach them to this poem……

I HAVE EATEN
THE PLUMS
THAT WERE IN
THE ICEBOX

AND WHICH
YOU WERE PROBABLY
SAVING
FOR BREAKFAST

FORGIVE ME
THEY WERE DELICIOUS
SO SWEET
AND SO COLD


It’s fun!!!!......
This poem was wrote by William Carlos Williams.

A Very Touching story...huhuhu

This story was story by my teacher when I studied at matriculation college last year. It really was touching for me. So, I want to share this story in my birthday which is the day that I post this story in my blog. Okay, the story is beginning like this.....

A simple man tells how his booking an air ticket for his father, his first flight, brought emotions and made him realize that how much they all take for granted when it comes to our parents.

His parents left our native place on Thursday and they went to the airport to send them off. In fact, his father had never traveled by air before, so he just took this opportunity to make his father experience the same. In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, he got them tickets on Lufthansa. The moment he handed over the tickets to his father, his father was surprised to see that he booked them by air. The excitement was very apparent on his father face, waiting for the time of travel. Just like a school boy, his father was preparing himself on that day and they all went o the airport, right from using the trolley for is father luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for window seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen.

His father thoroughly enjoying him and him, too, was overcome with joy watching his father experience all these things. As they were about to go in for the security check-in, his father walked up to he with tear in his eyes and thanked he. His father becomes very emotional and it was not as if he had done something great but the fact that this meant a great deal to his father.

When, his father said thanks, he told his father was no need to thank him. But later, thinking about the entire incident, he looked back at his life. As a child how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding the financial situation, we ask for football, dresses, toys, outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have satisfied to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they had to make to accommodate many of our wishes?

Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us?

Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should put them in a good school. Regardless of the amount of donation, we will ensure that we will have to give the child the best, theme parks, toys, etc. But we tend to forget that our parents have sacrificed a lot for our sake to us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are realized and what they failed to see when they were young, it is our responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is complete.

Back to my story, many times when his parents had asked he some questions, he has actually answered back without patience. When his daughter asks he something, he has very polite in answering. Now, he realizes how they would have felt at those moments.

Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just we as we take care of our children, the same attention and same care need to be given to our parents and elders.

Rather than his dad saying thank you to him, he would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. He do realize how much he has sacrificed for his sake and he will do the best to give the best possible attention to all their wishes. Just because they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too...

So, I can say that we have to take care of our parents .

--READING--

Hi … today I would like to share something about reading. You, know reading is a very important skill. Everybody who has mastered the English language to some degree can read, the difference being the level of understanding and interpretation. However, there is always room for improvement and reading strategies can always help. Here below, have five tips that to help you read better, TRY IT…

Tip #1: Try to read at right level. Read something you can (more or less) understand.
If you need to stop every three words to look in a dictionary, it will be very
difficult and discouraging for you and you will soon get tired.

Tip #2: Try to pick up new vocabulary. If there are four or five words which are new to
you on a page, write them in your vocabulary book. However, you don’t have to
write them while you read. Instead, try to guess their meanings as you read and
mark them with a pen or pencil. After that, return to the marked words when you
have finished reading. Then, check their meanings in a dictionary and add them
to your vocabulary book.

Tip #3: Try to read regularly. For example, read for a short time every day. Fifteen minutes
per day is easier to manage than two hours every Sunday. Fix a time to read and
keep to it. For example, you could read for fifteen minutes before you go to sleep,
or when you get up in the morning , or during lunch time.

Tip #4: Be organized. Have everything ready-something to read, a marker to highlight
difficult or new words, a dictionary, your vocabulary book and a pen to write
down the new words.

Tip #5: Read something those interest you. Chose a magazine or book about a subject that
you like. This will make reading fun and something you look forward to.