Dedicated to all of you…thank you for being part of my life 🙂
This blog really had become just a cut and paste plagiarism zone….aahhh what the hell…my brain is on hibernation these day….here’s my stolen stuff for this week:
Depressed people think the only reality is their own depressed reality.
If you want to forget all your other troubles, wear too tight shoes.
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
An angry man is again angry with himself when he returns to reason.
“We Learn . . .
10% of what we read
20% of what we hear
30% of what we see
50% of what we see and hear
70% of what we discuss
80% of what we experience
95% of what we teach others.”
Criticize me, and I may not like you.
Ignore me, and I may not forgive you.
Encourage me, and I will not forget you.
Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.
I’m not normally a religious man, but if you’re up there, save me, Superman! ~~~ Homer Simpson
There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.
Prayer is when you talk to God; meditation is when you listen to God.
Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.
You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don’t trust enough.
Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.
When a question is posed ceremoniously, the universe responds.
When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.
Life keeps presenting us with a lesson until we learn it
Happiness for a reason is a form of misery because the reason can be taken away from you at any time. To be happy for no reason is the happiness you want to experience.
Dunno why my energy level has taken a steep dive into a never-ending abyss…I try to avoid the ‘term’ hate’ but honestly there’s no better word I can use here, but this year I simply HATE winter. I miss that scotching big yellow ball in Kuwait’s skies. I haven’t been bathed by its rays in over 2 months!!! I so want Kuwait’s sun back.
Anyhoo, until my source of energy comes out of hiding from behind these cold clouds, I will continue to plagiarize and only copy and paste stuff off the net for my posts…here’s a story that says a lot about _____________________ (fill in the blank).
Source: ‘The NLP Pocketbook’ by Gillian Burn
PS. Click on the picture if you are having problems reading the small, blurry, eye straining font.
UPDATE: I found a text version of the Monkey Story:
In a research study, five monkeys were placed in a cage with a ladder leading to a bunch of ripe bananas. One monkey headed towards the bananas, but hidden at the top of the ladder was a water spray which showered water over the monkey. So it abandoned the attempt. Another monkey tried; it too was sprayed with water. Each monkey in turn tried, but each was doused and eventually gave up. The researchers turned off the water spray and removed one monkey from the cage, replacing it with a new one. The new monkey saw the bananas and immediately tried to climb the ladder. However, to its horror, the other monkeys leapt up and stopped it.
Over time the researchers removed and replaced all the original monkeys. Every time a newcomer approached the ladder the other monkeys stopped it from climbing up. None of the remaining monkeys had ever been sprayed, but still no monkey approached the ladder to reach the bananas. As far as they knew that was the way it had always been done, and so the habit was formed.
UPDATE 2: Another post with a video of the monkey experiment: http://blog.stsaint.com/philosophy/2010/05/5-monkeys-experiment/
I received this letter today:
When we first met, you were totally a different person; your dead aurora gave away the bleakness of your smile. I saw pass that; I befriended you. I befriended you at a time when people you thought cared about you began to shed away their mask and you saw their true faces. You were drowned in your dark reality…but I accepted you and stayed with you just as you were beginning to get out of the masquerade party you had been caught up in for so long. I held your hand the times you fell; it was my shoulder you cried on when you couldn’t even find a cold cement pillar to lean on. Wasn’t I? Wasn’t I the one who introduced you to your lost world; who brought you back to childhood sentiments? No one stood by you through your soul-stirring, and at times suffocating, whirlpool of a journey but ME. And this is the thanks I get??? Now that things are going smoothly, now that the fog has cleared; you ignore me??!! When was the last time you paid me a visit, huh? This is the thanks I get??!! How dare you? How dare you forget my birthday??!!! I honestly thought you were a better person.
No longer truly yours,
Ouch, it seems someone is pissed off at me. And I deserve it L….eeh so happy belated birthday bloggy…
Yes you are right, we have been out of touch…well, I have been out of touch…dunno why communicating with you is so difficult now? It’s like we stopped speaking the same language…maybe its coz we have both changed. I guess we need to discover a new layer to connect with.
Thank you for your patience,
*checks date of last post*
*eyes pops out*
*wonders how could 4 weeks pass by without her noticing it!!!*
*apologizes to the blogosphere world for being out of touch it for so long*
Well, I got so much to talk about…but later…in the meantime enjoy some of stuff that have made me smile lately:
While driving on the highway, my son noticed a child in the window of a car in the next lane, holding up a handwritten sign that read “Help.”
A few minutes later, the car passed him and he again glanced at it. The little boy held up the same sign and this time followed it with another, which read “My mother is singing!”
We’d just moved to Halifax, and I was working nights in a call center. Parent-teacher interviews were coming up, and my daughter Bethany, who was in Grade 2, took it upon herself to explain to her teacher why I couldn’t be there.
“My mommy can’t come tonight,” Bethany said, “because she works nights, She’s a call girl.”
It seemed that all our appliances had broken in the same week, and repairs were straining our budget. So when I picked up the kids from school and our Explorer started making rattling sounds, I decided that rather than burden my husband, I’d deal with it. I hadn’t reckoned on my little tattletales, however. They rushed into the house with the news: “Daddy, the Explorer was breaking down, but Mom made the noise stop!”
Impressed, my husband asked, “How did you fix it?”
“I turned up the volume on the radio,” I confessed.
When you go to work if your name is on the building, you’re rich. If your name is on your desk, you’re middle-class. If your name is on your shirt, you’re poor.
A tourist was admiring the necklace worn by a local native.
“What is it made of?” she asked.
“Alligator’s teeth,” the native replied.
“I suppose,” she said patronizingly, “that they mean as much to you as pearls do to us.”
“Oh no,” he objected. “Anybody can open an oyster.”
I began thinking about my own mortality after I became a widow. One day my daughter called home from college, and I announced to her, “I think it’s time for us to talk about where I would like to be buried.”
“It’s way too soon to even think of anything like that,” she snapped indignantly. Then there was a brief silence. “Wait a minute, did you say married or buried?”
When I repeated buried, she said, “Oh, okay, sure.”
We took the family to one of those restaurants where the walls are plastered with movie memorabilia. I went off to see the hostess about reserving a table. When I returned, I found my 10- year-old granddaughter staring at a poster of Superman standing in a phone booth. She looked puzzled. “She doesn’t know who Superman is?” I asked my husband.
“Worse,” he replied. “She doesn’t know what a phone booth is.”
Out bicycling one day with my nine-year-old granddaughter, Jacqueline, I got a little wistful. “In ten years,” I said, “you’ll want to be with your friends and you won’t go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now.”
Jacqueline shrugged. “In ten years you’ll be too old to do all those things anyway.”
Halfway through a romantic dinner, my husband smiled and said, “You look so beautiful under these lights.” I was falling in love all over again when he added, “We gotta get some of these lights.”
“An ignorant person is one who doesn’t know what you have just found out.”
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning, while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hang the wash outside.
That laundry is not very clean, she said, she doesn’t know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.
Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: “Look! She has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this.”
The husband said: “I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows!”
And so it is with life: “What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look. Before we give any criticism, it might be a good idea to check our state of mind and ask ourselves if we are ready to see the good rather than to be looking for something in the person we are about to judge. “
10:00 am: ran into an old friend
10:01 am: exchanged some friendly exchanges
10:20 am: friend still hadn’t ran out of imbecilic topics
10:30 am: kept looking at my watch to signal to friend to end the torture
10:50 am: friend was too daft to pick up my body language
11:30 am: felt a headache coming on coz of the boring conversation
12: 10 pm: friend got a phone call
12: 10:10 sec pm: I stole the chance and said good bye while he was on the phone
2:00 pm: came home; had a HUGE headache
2:01 pm: wondered why I always get a headache whenever I have a boring conversation
2:02 pm: watched a bit of CNN to see if the bailout would go through
2:03 pm: chuckled at the way McCain walks
2:20 pm: headache was getting slightly better
2:21 pm: thought of getting the patent of a novel way of getting rid of headaches: Watch McCain
2:30 pm: took a short nap
5:00 am: got up
5: 01 am: wonders why the house was so quiet
5:02 am: looked at the time
5:02 am: looked at the date
5:02 am: rubbed eyes to make sure I saw the date properly
5:02 am: realized I slept for about 15 hours
5:02 am: tried to remember if I have actually broken any sort of record for longest sleep
5:10 am: turned CNN on
5:15 am: nope no deal yet on bailout
5:16 am: looked out the window
5:30 am: left the house to go for a walk
5:31 am: a light sweet breeze greeted me as I left the elevator
5:31 am: all smiles
5:35 am: got to the beach; loved the weather, the smell, the sound of the waves
6:50 am: got home
7:15 am: checked email and watched abc news…love multi tasking
7:30 am: read an email from a friend congratulating me on becoming a mother
7:32: am: pondered WTH gave her the idea that I am the mother of a five year old now
7:35 am: realized she must have thought an email I forwarded on ‘70 reasons why I love being a mom’ was written by me
7:36 am: rolled my eyes. Thought: We correspond at least twice a month, if I had become a mom I think I would have somehow remembered to tell her in one of my emails
7:37 am: Thought: I should really try to find more intelligent friends
7:38 am: decided today I would just linger around and have loads of Me Time
7:39 am: Went surfing (the net kind not the wave)
8:00 am: Read this article: 12 Weirdest Things Ever Insured
8:01 am: Dropped jaw after reading this: 67 year old singer, Tom Jones, has reportedly insured his own chest hair for something in the region of $7 million.
8:01 am: Thought maybe I should look into insuring my brain drying out as a result of taking to idiots
9:10 am: Read this article: Eye-Fi Gives any Camera Wi-Fi and Geo-Location!
9:11 am: Thought, oh, oh, I really gotta get one of these
10:19 am: Thought there are loads of weird sites like this one: HARD TO SAY. Why would anyone want to send an anonymous note to someone?!!!
10:25 am: Thought of at least 15 different anonymous notes I would like to send people
12:01 pm: Checked Iman Maleki’s gallery to see if new paintings have been added. Yes, and I LOVE this one:
4:00 pm: Stumbled on a great site for booking flights: Boarding Pass
4:15 pm: Added a great game to play on Facebook: Guess the Sketch
6:00 pm: Sent this article to all those kill joys who tell me to stop living on chocolate: 6.7 grams of dark chocolate cut heart risk
7:00 pm: smiled at this cool optical illusion: Fairy and Leprechaun
9:00 pm: decided to go shopping for some vertical stripped dresses after reading: Scientist explodes myth about Big Bum Theory and the wrong type of stripes
9:10 pm: Played some point-and-click games. http://www.pointnclickgames.com/
10:00 pm: Cheated Read the walk through for a couple of the games
5:30 am: Finished watching till chapter 5 of A New Earth webcast – OprahEckhart.com on YOU TUBE
5:31 am: went for another morning walk.
5:40 am: Added ‘early morning smell’ to my list of favorite smells
6:50 am: went to bed
10:15 am: wrote this schedule
11: 35 am: published this post
12:00 pm: will go blog hoping