On the news this 2nd Day of the Month of July in the year of 2008:
- Starbucks slashing 12, 000 jobs due to the closure of 600 outlets
- Nikko toy factory in Prai closed down leaving 950 people jobless
- Emergency state declared in Mongolia
- Price of oil per barrel rose again
- Australians are singing 'Highway to Hell' rather than hymns at funerals
Only good news today:
- Nelson Mandela dropped from the US terror watch list
However, Christ promises:
'therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body,what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?' Matthew 6:25
Di mana ada Tuhan, di situlah wujudnya harapan..
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Pantun Melayu - Erti Kehidupan
Bunga orkid dan bunga kantan
Yang mana satu masuk laksa
Hidup ini banyak pilihan
Baik derita dari dipaksa
Yang mana satu masuk laksa
Hidup ini banyak pilihan
Baik derita dari dipaksa
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Things That Most People Secretly Wish To Do But Will Only Do If They REALLY Know That Life Is REALLY Going To End One Day
1) Quit their dreary job and go travel the world on a shoestring budget
2) Quit their dreary job and start the costume jewellery making business they have dreamed
of having for the past 10 years
3) Quit their dreary job and become a freelance writer, disccovering the joys of making a living
out of doing something they really love
4) Quit their dreary job and start a business venture that they know deep down is feasible and
viable
5) Quit their dreary job and pursue the degree of music that they always wanted to pursue but
did not due to financial constraints in the past although this financial constraint is now a thing
of the past
6) Quit their dreary job and spend more time with the kids
7) Quit their dreary job and spend more time with their aging parents
8) Quit their dreary job and take time to watch the sunrise, smell the roses and have breakfast
by the sea
9) Quit their dreary job and stop worrying what other people would think
10) Quit their dreary job and for once, have a life.
2) Quit their dreary job and start the costume jewellery making business they have dreamed
of having for the past 10 years
3) Quit their dreary job and become a freelance writer, disccovering the joys of making a living
out of doing something they really love
4) Quit their dreary job and start a business venture that they know deep down is feasible and
viable
5) Quit their dreary job and pursue the degree of music that they always wanted to pursue but
did not due to financial constraints in the past although this financial constraint is now a thing
of the past
6) Quit their dreary job and spend more time with the kids
7) Quit their dreary job and spend more time with their aging parents
8) Quit their dreary job and take time to watch the sunrise, smell the roses and have breakfast
by the sea
9) Quit their dreary job and stop worrying what other people would think
10) Quit their dreary job and for once, have a life.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Some jokes from Joyce Meyer
The older you get, the harder it is to lose weight because by that time your body and your fat are really good friends.
The problem with living in a small town is that although you may not know what you are doing sometimes, someone else always does.
Sometimes I think I understand everything. Then I regain consciousness.
My friend mixed up her Valium and her birth control pills. She has 14 children, and she doesn't care.
http://www.joycemeyer.org
The problem with living in a small town is that although you may not know what you are doing sometimes, someone else always does.
Sometimes I think I understand everything. Then I regain consciousness.
My friend mixed up her Valium and her birth control pills. She has 14 children, and she doesn't care.
http://www.joycemeyer.org
Some things are just worth repeating
The only constant is change
Do what you love, and you'll never have to work for another day
Do what you love, and the money will eventually come
A mistake does not amount to failure as long as we learn from it
Success is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration
The pie is always big enough to go around
The more we give, the more we receive
The problem with the rat race is that even if you win, you are still a rat
If you know where you are going, you will never have to drag yourself out of bed in the morning
When everything else fails, faith, passion and character will prevail
Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will grant you the desires of your heart Psalm 37:4
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of all wisdom Proverbs 1:7
I can do all things through Christ who strenghens me Philippians 4:13
Do what you love, and you'll never have to work for another day
Do what you love, and the money will eventually come
A mistake does not amount to failure as long as we learn from it
Success is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration
The pie is always big enough to go around
The more we give, the more we receive
The problem with the rat race is that even if you win, you are still a rat
If you know where you are going, you will never have to drag yourself out of bed in the morning
When everything else fails, faith, passion and character will prevail
Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will grant you the desires of your heart Psalm 37:4
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of all wisdom Proverbs 1:7
I can do all things through Christ who strenghens me Philippians 4:13
Monday, June 9, 2008
Girls and diamonds
Diamonds. They're supposed to be a girl's best friend.
But ladies, have you ever had a best friend that you couldn't afford having?
Maybe she's high maintenance - lunch at Dome, shopping at Starhill and vacations at places whose names you could hardly pronounce versus your economy rice and regular hunts at Sungei Wang Plaza for couture-like fashion at, well, Sungei Wang prices.
So now, true friendship is supposed to be a give and take kind of relationship, where two people do their best to agree and meet in the middle - so if your association with each other is causing one of you damages i.e. holes in her Levi's pockets, then pretty obviously it will not last if there are no adjustments made.
Now back to diamonds and girls. So when, and how, did diamonds actually become a girl's best friend and not just a rich girl's best friend?
I tried looking up Wikipedia for the history of diamonds, trying to find out how they made it to this quasi-human status, like dogs. I know there's that song, but surely there must be something more to those shiny bling blings than a mere song singing praises for them?
But Wikipedia is just so slow tonight so I will look into myself in my attempt to get an answer..after all when you say that diamonds are a girl's best friend, a girl would probably have something to offer from her side of the equation.
So ah, I'm a girl, do I love diamonds?
Well...maybe not enough to consider them my best friend (Jesus is my best friend!), but when I made my first shiny purchase (no, not a non-stick wok) I couldn't wait to show it off and whenever I drove I struggled to keep my eyes on the road because the shine coming from my middle finger was just so distracting. Prettily distracting. The same happened at my second, and then third, and then fourth... so I do like them diamonds pretty much!
But I'm not a rich girl. I'm just a regular working babe. So how do I associate with diamonds (read: luxury)?
Let me count the ways..
1) Diamonds look good, and they make me look good too!
Ever notice why you enjoy hanging out with your close friends so much? Because somehow
you just feel good when you're around them. They bring out the best in you, and like the
wisdom goes, when you feel good, you look good.
2) Diamonds are flexible
When I am cash-strapped, they can come in smaller sizes and match my budget. Ever notice
how you are always ever so comfortable to make that occasional 'hey, I'm kinda broke this
month, let's go to that hawker stall' remark to your best friend? Because you know they will
never pout and sometimes they may even offer to buy you that expensive lunch!
3) Diamonds are so tough, they cut glass
Of course, sometimes your best friend may succumb to some emotional indulgence like any
girl (and men, too) would do. But have you ever noticed, how, in your weakest moments
she just takes over somehow and becomes the pillar of strength that helps you go through
whatever that needs going through? So maybe she can't cut glass, but I'm sure she can at
least kick some ass when the situation truly requires, like when a guy offends her enough.
4) Diamonds attract VIP treatment to me
Every time I walk into a diamond store, the sales people treat me like I have one million
bucks in my purse. They usher me to sit down and happily get me whichever items I want to
try on. Ever noticed how your best friend's parents make you feel whenever you visit her at
home? It's like walking on an invisible red carpet!
5) Diamonds last forever!
Well, no explanation necessary here.
True friends really are forever. Just like diamonds, a girl's best friend. Well, almost. :)
But ladies, have you ever had a best friend that you couldn't afford having?
Maybe she's high maintenance - lunch at Dome, shopping at Starhill and vacations at places whose names you could hardly pronounce versus your economy rice and regular hunts at Sungei Wang Plaza for couture-like fashion at, well, Sungei Wang prices.
So now, true friendship is supposed to be a give and take kind of relationship, where two people do their best to agree and meet in the middle - so if your association with each other is causing one of you damages i.e. holes in her Levi's pockets, then pretty obviously it will not last if there are no adjustments made.
Now back to diamonds and girls. So when, and how, did diamonds actually become a girl's best friend and not just a rich girl's best friend?
I tried looking up Wikipedia for the history of diamonds, trying to find out how they made it to this quasi-human status, like dogs. I know there's that song, but surely there must be something more to those shiny bling blings than a mere song singing praises for them?
But Wikipedia is just so slow tonight so I will look into myself in my attempt to get an answer..after all when you say that diamonds are a girl's best friend, a girl would probably have something to offer from her side of the equation.
So ah, I'm a girl, do I love diamonds?
Well...maybe not enough to consider them my best friend (Jesus is my best friend!), but when I made my first shiny purchase (no, not a non-stick wok) I couldn't wait to show it off and whenever I drove I struggled to keep my eyes on the road because the shine coming from my middle finger was just so distracting. Prettily distracting. The same happened at my second, and then third, and then fourth... so I do like them diamonds pretty much!
But I'm not a rich girl. I'm just a regular working babe. So how do I associate with diamonds (read: luxury)?
Let me count the ways..
1) Diamonds look good, and they make me look good too!
Ever notice why you enjoy hanging out with your close friends so much? Because somehow
you just feel good when you're around them. They bring out the best in you, and like the
wisdom goes, when you feel good, you look good.
2) Diamonds are flexible
When I am cash-strapped, they can come in smaller sizes and match my budget. Ever notice
how you are always ever so comfortable to make that occasional 'hey, I'm kinda broke this
month, let's go to that hawker stall' remark to your best friend? Because you know they will
never pout and sometimes they may even offer to buy you that expensive lunch!
3) Diamonds are so tough, they cut glass
Of course, sometimes your best friend may succumb to some emotional indulgence like any
girl (and men, too) would do. But have you ever noticed, how, in your weakest moments
she just takes over somehow and becomes the pillar of strength that helps you go through
whatever that needs going through? So maybe she can't cut glass, but I'm sure she can at
least kick some ass when the situation truly requires, like when a guy offends her enough.
4) Diamonds attract VIP treatment to me
Every time I walk into a diamond store, the sales people treat me like I have one million
bucks in my purse. They usher me to sit down and happily get me whichever items I want to
try on. Ever noticed how your best friend's parents make you feel whenever you visit her at
home? It's like walking on an invisible red carpet!
5) Diamonds last forever!
Well, no explanation necessary here.
True friends really are forever. Just like diamonds, a girl's best friend. Well, almost. :)
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Dreams
What do you do when about a quarter of your life has already gone by and you are still living with that nagging feeling that somehow, somewhere, there is something else that should you be doing..
Something that has always been there at the back of your head, something that makes your heart jump whenever you think of it or hear about it, something that makes you feel like taking a step towards it on those rare days when you had that sudden surge of boldness. Or a sudden surge of pent-up frustration at your current status quo.
In short, that something has always been in you, it has never really died, it's just... there.
Are you, perhaps, an entrepreneur who is caught in the frustrating cycle of trying to find 'a job that fits'.. because everytime the entrepreneur in you tries to make himself heard, he is drowned by seemingly undisputable logic and realities.
"How do you survive without a steady paycheque when you have a car and house to pay off?"
"What if you spend time and resources and in the end the venture does not take off?" "What if.."
"It's too hard..." "The price of failure is just too high.."
Maybe you're a closet writer. You dream of seeing your bylines, of getting a book published, of the joys of interacting with your readers at a 'meet-the-author' session, the satisfaction of hearing them tell you how much they have enjoyed your creative labour of love.
Your high school teachers told you that you had it in you. You enjoyed writing your essays as much as they enjoyed marking them. Friends sought you out when they didn't know how to string a sentence together, and you were always more than happy to help them.
Fast forward into adulthood, after a few rejections from a few publishers you gave up and stopped working on book proposals so that you would have time to write job application letters.
But the writer in you never dies. And every now and then, he reminds you of his existence.
But your work commitments are just too heavy, you can't find the time, and you're not sure if you would want to leave the comfort zone that you have created over the years.
So you plod on in your daily existence.. and life is OK in general.. it's just that somehow you never become really immune to that nagging feeling, to that voice from deep within that keeps reminding you of that 'something else' that you should perhaps be doing...
Is there any comfort in knowing that you are most probably not alone in this sort of dilemma? The world is so structured, 'acceptable' mindsets so deeply ingrained and norms so powerful that individual dreams and callings are relegated to 'hobbies', 'part-time work', 'post-retirement plans'.. or worse, they remain just as they started.
As dreams.
Something that has always been there at the back of your head, something that makes your heart jump whenever you think of it or hear about it, something that makes you feel like taking a step towards it on those rare days when you had that sudden surge of boldness. Or a sudden surge of pent-up frustration at your current status quo.
In short, that something has always been in you, it has never really died, it's just... there.
Are you, perhaps, an entrepreneur who is caught in the frustrating cycle of trying to find 'a job that fits'.. because everytime the entrepreneur in you tries to make himself heard, he is drowned by seemingly undisputable logic and realities.
"How do you survive without a steady paycheque when you have a car and house to pay off?"
"What if you spend time and resources and in the end the venture does not take off?" "What if.."
"It's too hard..." "The price of failure is just too high.."
Maybe you're a closet writer. You dream of seeing your bylines, of getting a book published, of the joys of interacting with your readers at a 'meet-the-author' session, the satisfaction of hearing them tell you how much they have enjoyed your creative labour of love.
Your high school teachers told you that you had it in you. You enjoyed writing your essays as much as they enjoyed marking them. Friends sought you out when they didn't know how to string a sentence together, and you were always more than happy to help them.
Fast forward into adulthood, after a few rejections from a few publishers you gave up and stopped working on book proposals so that you would have time to write job application letters.
But the writer in you never dies. And every now and then, he reminds you of his existence.
But your work commitments are just too heavy, you can't find the time, and you're not sure if you would want to leave the comfort zone that you have created over the years.
So you plod on in your daily existence.. and life is OK in general.. it's just that somehow you never become really immune to that nagging feeling, to that voice from deep within that keeps reminding you of that 'something else' that you should perhaps be doing...
Is there any comfort in knowing that you are most probably not alone in this sort of dilemma? The world is so structured, 'acceptable' mindsets so deeply ingrained and norms so powerful that individual dreams and callings are relegated to 'hobbies', 'part-time work', 'post-retirement plans'.. or worse, they remain just as they started.
As dreams.
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