Monday, April 2, 2012
Diary of A Singaporean Mind: Singapore : A country of Extremes
Y11:15 PM
Thursday, February 2, 2012
A TRUE STORY WITH COUPLE'S PICTURE
(Must Read.. It Will Pull The Strings of Your Heart ♥)
This is a story of a couple from Phillippines, There was a girl named Julie who used to fear falling in love because she has seen her mother's suffering, this girl has lost her father when she was 13 and her mother was left all alone with his memories & Stolen Moments !! Her father used to smoke a lot and because of smoking he suffered from cancer and died !
It's true no one knows destiny, this girl Julie who used to fear love and hate smokers has fallen in love with one of his class mate named McCoy who was a chain smoker. she used to tell his fathers story to him every-time they met expecting him to quit Smoking. she realized that he has started avoiding her as his friends used to tease him whenever he used to smoke with them. Julie wanted to see him happy so she stopped objecting him :'( and just after 3 months of her relationship she realized that he is suffering from a lung disease called emphysema caused due to smoking.
McCoy has fallen seriously ill and his treatment started, it continued for 2 years many times his health became so worst that doctors also thought he will die !! But it was Julie's love who kept him alive and recover, all these 2 years she spent all her time with him in the hospital.. she stopped going to college.. fought with parents.. invested all her pocket money.. and thus she defined love ..♥
The Boy Recovered And Has Quit Smoking !! He Has married Julie And now they both are living together !! He always feels guilty for not listening to Julie earlier, he now gives one message to everyone "Do 100 things that friends asks you to do, but please don't do at-least that one thing that your love don't want you to do ..♥"
"Friends, i will not say Smoking is dangerous for health because that is already written on the box of smoke but i will like to tell you.. that you started smoking for yourself now quit it for someone who loves you !!
next time when your Love or your parents ask you not to smoke recall this True Love Story and answer yourself that do you want them to suffer for a mistake that you are doing today"
We SHARE so many things on Facebook, but how many of us will share this true love story and request our friends not to smoke ?? 2000+ people shared it will you share it?
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Y11:23 PM
Handling Adversity, Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots. In the second, she placed eggs and the last one, she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, “Tell me what you see?”
“Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied. She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted they got soft. She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, “What’s the point, mom?”
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity–the boiling water–but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its insides became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water.
“Which one are you?” she asked her daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?”
Think of this: Which am I?
Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?
Or am I like a coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate to another level?
How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
~ Author Unknown
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Y11:16 PM
Really heart touching.......
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I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old..
TheCashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding thedoll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister...''
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my
picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll
and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining
machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make
last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever...
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Share this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving.
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Y11:11 PM
Little Girl In The Park
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.
Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl’s dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.
Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different. As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, “Hello.” The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a “hi”; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me and with a sad face said, “Because, I’m different.” I immediately said, “That you are!”; and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, “I know.”
“Little girl,” I said, “you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.”
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, “Really?”
“Yes, you’re like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by.”
She nodded her head yes, and smiled. With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said “I am.” “I’m your Guardian Angel,” with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless — sure I was seeing things.
She said, “For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done.”
I got to my feet and said, “Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?” She looked at me, smiled, and said, “You’re the only one that could see me,” and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you’re all you have, remember, your guardian angel is always watching over you.
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Y8:25 PM
Story: The 57 Cent Church
A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was 'too crowded.'
'I can't go to Sunday School,' she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: 'This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School.'
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.
He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.
But the story does not end there...
A newspaper learned of the story and published It It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.
When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.
When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church , with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit TempleUniversity, where thousands of students are educated.
Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, 'Acres of Diamonds'.
This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.
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Y8:23 PM
Young Love, First Love
We were both in high school when we met, I was 13 and you were 14. We got along well enough I could say, I can talk to you about anything under the sun. It never dawned upon me one day you will be the one. We were acquaintance, it is what I know.
It all came as a surprise to me, why all of a sudden people around us would tease us. I used to just smile about it, thinking our classmates have nothing better to do that’s why they are saying those things. Until one day someone from the class approached me and said you wanted to bring me home. I was surprised, still thinking it’s a joke. Then it happened, days that follow you were that one person who was always beside me. One morning you approached me, telling me a story about what some sort of a fortune teller told you about me. Felt I was trapped at that moment, I couldn’t deny there is a truth to what you just told me. At that moment I knew, you knew already what I was feeling for you. And we became young lovers, it was good. We never argue, I was a brat but I was always soft spoken to you. You were quiet most of the time but we got along.
I decided one day I had to breakup with you, not because I don’t love you but because we were too young and I felt we didn’t really know what we got ourselves into. However, a few days later I asked you back. Hoping this time it will be a lot better, but sadly it wasn’t, the more it became difficult, more so because of your association with another girl from the class.
At that time, most people think I was at my best and you were at your worst. Even you yourself didn’t believe you were good enough for me. Days passed by and we moved on in different directions, I approached you one last time but you allowed your pride to get in the way. It was a painful morning, a young heart I have then. You made me feel I was no longer the one you needed, and I knew I had to let go and give up. When we were in college already I sent you a letter, I was worried about you because some friends told me you were losing weight and I wanted to know why. But you never took the time to reply and that was the last thing I heard about you. There are days you would cross my mind and I’ll always wonder where on earth you could be. There are times I felt worried about you, not hearing anything about you. And I will end up praying and hoping you were doing good, or at least better since the last time I saw you.
Years have passed, I have gotten a lot older but still you would cross my mind. Thinking if you ever thought of me even for once. 18 years after, I guess by fate we met again, you found your way back to me. But it’s all different now, we have our own lives already, both of us are now married with kids. However, the feelings scared me. I knew the moment I saw you, the part of my heart that was yours when I was young is still yours. We were able to talk, it was not easy but we got along. Till that day, the day you told me I am still the one. You told me how you think of me, how you would imagine me being your wife. It’s a scary feeling but it’s the truth, you told me how sorry you were that you let me go. The moment you saw me again you knew in your heart that I am the missing part, that I am the one who makes you whole. I am everything you want and need. We were both crying, no more words came after. I knew for myself that you are also the one. I had you at your worst but you failed to see that despite the young heart I have I was there, always there for you. I stood up against what people say about us.
Now, we are both happy to know the love was real but in pain as well because we are in a situation that is difficult to change. You told me “don’t give up on us now, coz you believe in the end it will be us again and it will be forever now.” It was quite unfair of you to ask me that. It means a lot of sacrifice, tears, and heartaches before that day comes. You were the one who gave me up years ago, and now you are telling me not to give you up this time. It’s a difficult path ahead of us, I cannot see a clear view of what you are telling me. You would always say “you know the truth, how I feel, what I feel.”
Heard from stories of friends, things like that can happen, and those who have allowed their feelings to prevail are now couples, they didn’t try looking for each other but fate has a way that brought them together. As they say, “what is meant to be will always find their way.”
I do not know what is ahead of us, but with you I realized that love real love doesn’t come with age. Young love, first love could be true as it can be. I learned my lessons too, it is always better to live in humility and not pride even in a relationship. One needs to be vocal and not allow the moment to pass you by. Conquer the moment, live it and enjoy it. Do not allow fears and insecurities to set in. However, is it possible, is it for real? And I guess I hope to put hope and prayers together to know the answers.
I believe God will guide us and will tell us what’s right. In time we will know what is really meant for us, it is a difficult process, waiting and patience is needed. But whatever happens, I thank you for letting me know that I complete you, that I’ve found a love in you. We may be miles apart but its good to know that somewhere out there you are there. My young love, my first love.
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Y7:22 PM
