Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friends without faces
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give love and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...but still I love having these friends!
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give love and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...but still I love having these friends!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Beautiful and Good Advices
When you are feeling alone like no one cares, read this because it's absolutely true:
Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.
At least fifteen people in this world love you.
The only reason someone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
There are at least two people in this world that would die for you.
You mean the world to someone.
Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look.
Always remember the compliments you've received.
Forget the rude remarks.
Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.
At least fifteen people in this world love you.
The only reason someone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
There are at least two people in this world that would die for you.
You mean the world to someone.
Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look.
Always remember the compliments you've received.
Forget the rude remarks.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
There’s a Hole in my Sidewalk
Chapter 1.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…
I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I cant believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… its a habit.
But, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5.
I walk down another street.
Copyright 1993, Portia Nelson from the book, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk, Beyond Words Publishing, Hillsboro, Oregon. Autobiography in Five Short Chapters.
Evaluation by Skai Chan
Chapter 1.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…
I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
The author describes an inexperienced person making a mistake. He feels lost and helpless. He starts to blame on others and he never has a good mentally to get out of the problem by himself.
Chapter 2.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I cant believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
The person faces the same problem again. He pretends unaware about it and thus he makes the same mistake again. He does not want to admit it is his own mistake but this time, he eventually manages to get out of the problem, after a long time though.
Chapter 3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… its a habit.
But, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
The person faces the same situation for the third time. He sees the problem but he still makes the same mistake because it has been a routine, which he does not make effort to make a difference. He, however, has learnt to tackle the problem with a better vision in his heart. He knows well he is at fault and get over it immediately.
Chapter 4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
The person faces the same situation again but he bypasses the problem.
Chapter 5.
I walk down another street.
Finally, he has learnt to avoid the situation for a better journey.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…
I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I cant believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… its a habit.
But, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5.
I walk down another street.
Copyright 1993, Portia Nelson from the book, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk, Beyond Words Publishing, Hillsboro, Oregon. Autobiography in Five Short Chapters.
Evaluation by Skai Chan
Chapter 1.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…
I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
The author describes an inexperienced person making a mistake. He feels lost and helpless. He starts to blame on others and he never has a good mentally to get out of the problem by himself.
Chapter 2.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I cant believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
The person faces the same problem again. He pretends unaware about it and thus he makes the same mistake again. He does not want to admit it is his own mistake but this time, he eventually manages to get out of the problem, after a long time though.
Chapter 3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… its a habit.
But, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
The person faces the same situation for the third time. He sees the problem but he still makes the same mistake because it has been a routine, which he does not make effort to make a difference. He, however, has learnt to tackle the problem with a better vision in his heart. He knows well he is at fault and get over it immediately.
Chapter 4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
The person faces the same situation again but he bypasses the problem.
Chapter 5.
I walk down another street.
Finally, he has learnt to avoid the situation for a better journey.
Good luck or bad luck?
I enjoy the inspiring story of the Chinese farmer who had one son and one horse. One day the horse ran off to the hills. Everybody came and said, "Oh, you lost your horse; what bad luck! The old Chinese farmer replied, "How do you know it is bad luck?" And sure enough, that night the one horse came back and led twelve wild stallions with him. The one son closed the gate and the farmer had thirteen horses.
The neighbors came again and exclaimed, "Oh, what good luck!" The old farmer answered, "How do you know it is good luck?" And sure enough, as the one son was to break one of the wild stallions, he was thrown off and broke his leg. The neighbors lamented, "Oh what bad luck." Again, the Chinese farmer questioned, "How do you know it is bad luck?"
A short time later a Chinese warlord came through town and drafted all the able-bodied young men and took them off to war with him. Those young men never returned. But the farmer's one son was spared and so he lived a full, long life.
The neighbors came again and exclaimed, "Oh, what good luck!" The old farmer answered, "How do you know it is good luck?" And sure enough, as the one son was to break one of the wild stallions, he was thrown off and broke his leg. The neighbors lamented, "Oh what bad luck." Again, the Chinese farmer questioned, "How do you know it is bad luck?"
A short time later a Chinese warlord came through town and drafted all the able-bodied young men and took them off to war with him. Those young men never returned. But the farmer's one son was spared and so he lived a full, long life.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Promise to yourself
Promise to yourself to be strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet
To make all your friends feel there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true
To think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only for the best
To be as enthusiastic about the success of the others as you are about your own
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the greater achievements of the future
To wear a cheerful countenance at all the times and give every living person you meet a smile
To spend so much time improving yourself that you have no time left to criticize others
To be too big for worry and too noble for anger, and too strong for fear
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet
To make all your friends feel there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true
To think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only for the best
To be as enthusiastic about the success of the others as you are about your own
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the greater achievements of the future
To wear a cheerful countenance at all the times and give every living person you meet a smile
To spend so much time improving yourself that you have no time left to criticize others
To be too big for worry and too noble for anger, and too strong for fear
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble
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