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Blog InactivityDear readers,
I am sorry for not updating this blog.
I would like to announce that I am now writing on another blog.
I shall not update this blog frequently due to time limitation.
Please visit my new blog, which I update almost everyday.
Here's the link :
http://choose2letgo.blogsome.com/
All entries on my new blog are written by me.
* Update :
here 's a list of my new blogs :
Reality
Photos
Cool Stuffs
Romance
Relaxing
Kuchiki Rukia FB
故事与人生
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Farmer Fleming And a Nobleman
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while
trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help
coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There,
mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and
struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what
could have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy
carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly
dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of
the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.
At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll
make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the
lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud
of."
And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated
from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to
become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming,
the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the nobleman's son was
stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin. The name of the
nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston
Churchill.
Give help to people who need it.
You never know people will help you back in the future.
Good deeds lead to good reality.
- Life Feel
Life is About Making Choices
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Tips for Waking Up in The Morning
I have a tips on waking up fresh in the morning.
When the alarm goes off and you need to use the snoozer,
OPEN YOUR EYES while you lie down and wait for the next snoozer to go off.
Closing your eyes while taking extra nap won’t help much.
If you find opening your eyes is very hard,
hold your eyelids with your fingers so that your eyes remain opened.
It is effective to sing softly while keeping your eyes open.
After the snoozer goes off (5 minutes)
You should feel fresher now.
Do a very quick Love Meditation (10 or 15 seconds to feel light in your whole body and surrounding)
you will feel recharged.
Now affirm some nice words for your day while feeling LOVE.
Say these words in various languages.
Today is a good(great) day.
Today is a happy day.
Today is an interesting day.
Today is a lucky day.
Today is a beautiful day.
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Letting Go
Attachment is the cause of suffering.
Are you attaching to something, or having high expectation towards something or someone?
Do you feel sad or angry when you loose something you hold to?
Let it go.
Mundane life is just an illusion.
Nothing in life lasts forever.
You do not need to win everything.
Life is about making choices.
You can choose to hold to negativity like hatred and fear,
or you can choose to let things go and move forward.
So let it go….
just like gently letting go something that you hold tightly in your hand.
Don’t let your life go stagnant. Let things go.
The void of negativity can be filled with love and gratitude.
Choose love, and happiness will follow.
- Life Feel
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Give love.
Love can change a person's life.
whenever someone is down,
send love to that person.
Do love meditation and imagine that love is been send to people around you.
- Life Feel
Just a Little Smile
by: John W. Schlatter
Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy
ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying,
along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape
recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered
articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part
of the burden. As they walked Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill,
that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having
lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up
with his girlfriend.
They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark
was invited in for a Coke and to watch some television. The afternoon
passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk, then
Mark went home. They continued to see each other around school, had
lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high
school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief
contacts over the years. Finally the long awaited senior year came and
three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.
Bill
reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. "Did you
ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" asked
Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to leave
a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother's sleeping
pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some
time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed
myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might
follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you
did a lot more. You saved my life."
Maybe the boy and the teacher will become a sweet couple. :P
- Life Feel
老师的泪作者:齐玉
初二时，我竟莫名其妙地喜欢上了我的语文老师。
老师姓杨，爱穿白色的裙子，她在讲台上讲蓝蓝的天，青青的草，像一片白云飘来飘去，轻盈极了。她有一双大而明亮的眼睛，笑时，便成了甜甜的弯月……
“齐玉。”杨老师叫我。
我发怔。
“为什么走神？”她停止讲课，走到我面前。
云飘到我眼前……可我仍愣愣的。“我，我喜欢看你的眼睛。”我说。同学们爆发出哄堂大笑。在笑声中，她的脸红红的，美丽的眼中似乎还有泪水——她刚从师范大学毕业呢。
“你——你请出去。”
我懊丧地走出了教室。她从没发过火，这一次一定真生气了。
第二天，杨老师叫我们写周记。我花整整一个晚上，把心中的苦水倾倒出来：“美丽的妈妈死了，爸爸根本就不管我。整天就知道玩麻将、赌博，被公安局抓走，
判了三年徒刑。我冷了、饿了、怕了、病了，也没人知道。那时我常常一边哭，一边看妈妈的相片；可现在我长大了，是个男子汉，我不哭，把泪水咽在心里。我只
有恨，恨我爸。我毕竟是个孩子，需要爱护，需要有人听听心里话。我选择了我的语文老师。因为，她像妈妈。”
不久后的一天，杨老师把我叫到她的宿舍，我诚惶诚恐地走进她的房间，只见她眼睛红红的。
“原谅老师，好吗？” 泪水涌出我的眼睛，尽情流淌。在同学面前，甚至在爸爸面前，我从不流泪，可在她面前我做不到。我哭了，尽情地哭了。
她等我哭完，便为我擦干泪水，轻轻地讲了一个姑娘的故事：
“一个小姑娘上中学时，父母在一次车祸中双亡，只剩下她孤苦伶仃一个人。当小姑娘绝望时，是她的老师收养了她，给她生活的勇气和无微不至的关怀。后来，小
姑娘考上了师范大学，可老师不行了。弥留之际，小姑娘跪在老师的床前，哭着说：‘妈妈，我还没报答您呀！’老师却含笑地说了一句：‘给你未来的学生吧……
’”
杨老师泪水盈盈。
我明白了：“杨老师，你也……”
她擦了擦眼泪，微笑着扶住我的双肩：“你是个男子汉，对吗？”
我呜咽着点点头。
“你恨爸爸，这不好。男子汉不这样，男子
汉是笑着对待整个世界，真的。笑一笑，你笑一笑。”
我咧了咧嘴。 “我会帮助你的——像我的老师一样。”她眼中突然滚出了泪水，洒落在我的额头上。 “记住你是个男子汉，做个乐观正直的人！”
我狠狠地点点头。
在以后的日子里，我觉得我额上有着圣洁
的印迹。我永远也忘不了。
Wallpapers of The Day :
Island
Purple Sky
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