Ok, just kidding. I'm currently hooked, well, if you considered it hooked, since I juz watched the first 2 episodes of Flash Forward. It's about the whole human race, blacking out at the same time worldwide for 2 minutes 17 seconds. After that, people woken up to an eerie outcome. Somehow, everyone, well most of everyone, get a glimpse into the future. Six months time to be precise. I said most of everyone cause those that didn't saw their future, a logical outcome is that they were DEAD by then. See the eeriness? Back to the point, this series is very terrifying. Imagine you have a lovely girlfriend who said she would NEVER cheats on you, and then, your flash forward pits you coming into her room, with she having sex with another, maybe your best friend for example. That is totally wicked!
If I were to flash forward in time, I hope it's something good. Define good, well, I cant.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
ONE OF THE BEST STORIES I'VE EVER HEARD!
> As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of
> school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked
> at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that
> was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a
> little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
>
> Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did
> not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and
> that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.
> It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in
> marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting
> a big 'F' at the top of his papers.
>
> At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each
> child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she
> reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
>
> Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is a bright child with a ready
> laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be
> around..'
>
> His second grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is an excellent student, well liked
> by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal
> illness and life at home must be a struggle.'
>
> His third grade teacher wrote, 'His mother's death has been hard on him.
> He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and
> his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken.'
>
> Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show
> much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes
> sleeps in class.'
>
> By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself.
> She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents,
> wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His
> present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a
> grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the
> other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a
> rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was
> one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when
> she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some
> of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day
> just long enough to say, 'Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my
> Mom used to.'
>
> After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day,
> she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to
> teach children.. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she
> worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged
> him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one
> of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would
> love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her 'teacher's pets..'
>
>
> A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her
> that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
>
> Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote
> that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still
> the best teacher he ever had in life.
>
> Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things
> had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and
> would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured
> Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favourite teacher he had
> ever had in his whole life.
>
> Then four more years passed and yet another letter came.. This time he
> explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a
> little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and
> favourite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer....
> The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
>
> The story does not end there.
>
>
> You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met
> this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had
> died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might
> agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the
> mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She
> wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover,
> she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother
> wearing on their last Christmas together.
>
> They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear,
> 'Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making
> me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.'
>
> Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, 'Teddy,
> you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a
> difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you.'
>
> (For you who don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Doctor at Iowa Methodist in
> Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)
>
> Warm someone's heart today. . . . .
>
>
> pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read
> it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today or tomorrow?
> just 'do it'.
>
> Random acts of kindness, I think they call it!
>
> 'Believe in Angels, then return the favour'
>
>
>
>
>
> "The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of
> others."
> Gandhi
> school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked
> at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that
> was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a
> little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
>
> Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did
> not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and
> that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.
> It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in
> marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting
> a big 'F' at the top of his papers.
>
> At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each
> child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she
> reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
>
> Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is a bright child with a ready
> laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be
> around..'
>
> His second grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is an excellent student, well liked
> by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal
> illness and life at home must be a struggle.'
>
> His third grade teacher wrote, 'His mother's death has been hard on him.
> He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and
> his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken.'
>
> Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show
> much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes
> sleeps in class.'
>
> By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself.
> She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents,
> wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His
> present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a
> grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the
> other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a
> rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was
> one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when
> she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some
> of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day
> just long enough to say, 'Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my
> Mom used to.'
>
> After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day,
> she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to
> teach children.. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she
> worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged
> him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one
> of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would
> love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her 'teacher's pets..'
>
>
> A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her
> that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
>
> Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote
> that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still
> the best teacher he ever had in life.
>
> Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things
> had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and
> would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured
> Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favourite teacher he had
> ever had in his whole life.
>
> Then four more years passed and yet another letter came.. This time he
> explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a
> little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and
> favourite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer....
> The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
>
> The story does not end there.
>
>
> You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met
> this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had
> died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might
> agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the
> mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She
> wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover,
> she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother
> wearing on their last Christmas together.
>
> They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear,
> 'Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making
> me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.'
>
> Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, 'Teddy,
> you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a
> difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you.'
>
> (For you who don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Doctor at Iowa Methodist in
> Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)
>
> Warm someone's heart today. . . . .
>
>
> pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read
> it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today or tomorrow?
> just 'do it'.
>
> Random acts of kindness, I think they call it!
>
> 'Believe in Angels, then return the favour'
>
>
>
>
>
> "The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of
> others."
> Gandhi
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Ramadan
A holy month for all Muslims. The month of total devotion to Allah's instruction to not eat and drink from dawn to dusk. A challenge less make hard with the guarantee that all satans and its minions are brought back by angels to Hell and stay there, leaving Muslims peace of mind to concentrate on the task at hand.
To all Muslims, have a great fasting month, take this month to reflect and redirect your life path. Amin.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Singapore's National Day
Today we celebrate lucky number 44. Not so lucky to the superstitious, but our nation are going through a very challenging situations. The H1N1 virus, the economic crisis, and I predict there will be another one before the turn of the year.
However,
we all celebrate 44 long years of nationhood, building up with the sky our limit. Integrated Resorts are finishing up their construction phase real soon. Getting shaped there with the Marina Bay IR more profound with its 3 towers/hotel rising. As I sit and watch our capabilities to showcase such a wonderful parade, I must say that I am proud as a Singaporean. We all tend to forget who we are, and complain about the lack of things that we may had need at that point of time, but let's not forget that our home here, is much much better than living in other cities. Other nationalities would like to call our home, THEIR home. Who could blame them? But let's not talk about the real motive about coming here. We all have motives. Look at this point, they spent thousands of dollars to fly here, to pay the taxes, pay the cab fees coz they don't know where's city hall is. Their city hall is where they have meetings all the time. Ours is a Shopping Center. So in a way, by they coming here, we make money. We sure don't feel the money coming in, but we sure have air-con buses and trains. Smooth roads. Constant electricity. Clean water. Just to name a few.
So wake up your idea and remember everyday who you are. We don't need a National Day to remember our identity. It's suppose to be in our hearts all the time.
Happy Birthday Singapore! I wish for you eternal prosperity and wealth. Keep the ERP, road tax and COE down alright? I wanna buy a car!
However,
we all celebrate 44 long years of nationhood, building up with the sky our limit. Integrated Resorts are finishing up their construction phase real soon. Getting shaped there with the Marina Bay IR more profound with its 3 towers/hotel rising. As I sit and watch our capabilities to showcase such a wonderful parade, I must say that I am proud as a Singaporean. We all tend to forget who we are, and complain about the lack of things that we may had need at that point of time, but let's not forget that our home here, is much much better than living in other cities. Other nationalities would like to call our home, THEIR home. Who could blame them? But let's not talk about the real motive about coming here. We all have motives. Look at this point, they spent thousands of dollars to fly here, to pay the taxes, pay the cab fees coz they don't know where's city hall is. Their city hall is where they have meetings all the time. Ours is a Shopping Center. So in a way, by they coming here, we make money. We sure don't feel the money coming in, but we sure have air-con buses and trains. Smooth roads. Constant electricity. Clean water. Just to name a few.
So wake up your idea and remember everyday who you are. We don't need a National Day to remember our identity. It's suppose to be in our hearts all the time.
Happy Birthday Singapore! I wish for you eternal prosperity and wealth. Keep the ERP, road tax and COE down alright? I wanna buy a car!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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