Positive Thinking...
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Posted:Jul 20, 2006 6:40 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2006 9:00 pm 7781 Views
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When we are in deep trouble we always hear an advice to think positive… I guess it is the easiest to say for lack of words to convey how much we sympathize… But somehow if we think about it, thinking positive inspires us to look at the brighter side of life and in turn helps us to spread the happiness around. But positive thinking comes with a lot of effort. It just doesn’t happen easily. Personally, I read or think of inspiring stories to lift my spirits… I collect inspiring stories that I read during the times when I get the blues… I am sharing to you one of my favorite story...
I hope this story would touch your heart and lift your spirits like it did to mine... 
The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read, beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!". In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn- not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you. "The weed before me was dying or dead, not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Thanks, just what I need. But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time that weed-toting boy could not see, HE WAS BLIND. I heard my voice quiver, tears shone in the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind , at last I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose and smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand, about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
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Long Distance Relationships...
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Posted:Jul 19, 2006 7:51 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2010 10:51 pm 8693 Views
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These past few days, I have been reading articles and posts about long distance relationships and internet dating. I have learned so much out of these posts and I have made my own stand about this too. The future is always unclear. If at present, what you are trying to nurture is a long distance relationship, then treasure it. The distance could sometimes be a blessing in disguise, allowing you to come to know your friend in many ways that close proximity could stifle. Proximity can breed taking for granted the opportunity to talk at any time. It can also lead to physical intimacy before you are both ready. Distance, combined with telephone calls and writing, can foster an enviable intimacy which results from learning about another's qualities, values, ways of thinking, sensitivities, dreams, and aspirations. This type of intimacy can make your coming together much more special. There are some people who spend more time writing their thoughts and feelings to the recipients of their affections than they spend in face-to-face conversations with people they live with, day in and day out. Many day-to-day relationships are characterized by superficial conversation, and few, if any, meaningful heart-to-hearts. So, I guess if that friend from miles away is making you smile, then it’s worth nurturing. If it doesn’t work out, at least you allowed something wonderful to happen in your life...
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If You Forget Me...
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Posted:Jul 16, 2006 8:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2006 6:21 am 7701 Views
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This poem gives me goosebumps everytime I read this. This is one of my favorites and I want to share it with all of you... This poem portrays the pure feeling of love in the most practical way. It reminds us that love is mortal...that love feeds on love...that love dies when unrequited...
If You Forget Me
(a poem by Pablo Neruda)
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
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The Awakening
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Posted:Jul 5, 2006 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2010 10:55 pm 8362 Views
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A time comes in your life when you finally get it. When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!
Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world through new eyes.
This is your awakening. You realize that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairy tale endings (or beginnings for that matter). and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you, and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve, and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It's just life happening. And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state - the ego.
You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy, and resentment must be understood and redirected, or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls. You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about -- a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft cozy bed. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself, by yourself. And you try to make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire. And you hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.
Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side, you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.
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This is better than saying i love you...
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Posted:Jul 3, 2006 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2006 7:49 pm 7628 Views
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i wish all married men are like Marty...
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Marty wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass
of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Marty looks around the room and sees that it is in a perfect order, spotless, clean. So's the rest of the house. He takes
the aspirins and notices a note on the table "Honey, breakfast is on the
stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."
So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His is also at the table, eating. Marty asks,
", what happened last night?"
His says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye
when you stumbled into the door."
Confused, Marty asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"
His replies, "Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you said, "Lady, leave me alone, I'm
married'!"
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For any of you women who wax… this is funny…
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Posted:Jun 29, 2006 11:58 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2010 10:58 pm 9028 Views
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I got this funny story from a friend…please read on…
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For any of you women who wax… this is funny…
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy,painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner,play with the . I then had the thought that would ring painfully in
my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.
It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I
get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah ...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it
tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.
With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the , I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure,
I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my uhhmm and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek
(Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!
I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out.. must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe... OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy; a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in
the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax.
CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG
mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down DANG!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *hoo hoo*? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!
I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head
may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub,
get in, immerse the wax covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? WRONG!!!!!!!
I get in the tub the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment -I sit. Now, the
only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.
So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement epoxied myself to the porcelain!!
God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!
I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter
"So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"
There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?"
She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!!
Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor.
Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry
shaving the sticky wax off!!
By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this
event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace .
the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!
The scream probably woke the and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!!"
I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.
I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!
So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now Nothing hurts.
I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color..... 
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Be patient...
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Posted:Jun 29, 2006 1:29 am
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2007 4:44 am 8479 Views
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This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his , knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his to the hospital.
Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide.
Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet, or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.
People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.
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Everything happen for a reason...
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Posted:Jun 19, 2006 9:24 pm
Last Updated:May 6, 2024 4:38 pm 7592 Views
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“Everything happen for a reason…” Most of the time, we say this to ourselves to justify the unfairness of life… We comfort ourselves with the thought that things will gonna get better even if it is not what we really wanted. We come to believe that there is a GOD who takes control of everything and who knows what’s best for us. But sometimes it’s just hard to comprehend GOD’s reasons…sometimes people just die not seeing and understanding…it’s maybe illogical…unfair… But we are forced to resign to the fact that yeah, everything happens for a reason…and when we come to believe it, we feel better…stronger…and ready to face life again… That is just the way of life…
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