Inspirational Poem of the Day

If you own a Bible, you are abundantly blessed-about 1/3 of the world doesn’t have access to one.

If you freely attend a church meeting without fear, then you are more blessed than over 1/3 of the world.

If you have a brother and sister in Christ that will pray with you and for you, then you benefit from a spiritual unity, bond, and agreement, which the gates of hell can’t stand against.

If you attend a church with a church family that offers you one word of encouragement, you are blessed with some form of fellowship.

If you try each day to intimate our Lord Jesus Christ for even a minute, you are blessed because you show a willingness to grow up in Him.

If you have a voice to sing His praises, a voice to witness God’s love, and a voice to share the gospel, you are blessed. About 1/3 of the world doesn’t even know who the one God is.

If you have conviction to stand fast upon His word and He promises, no matter what, you are blessed because you are learning patience, endure

If you wake up each morning with more health than illness, you are blessed to rise and shine, to live and to serve in a new day.

If you have anyone on the world, just one person that loves you and listen to you; count this a blessing.

If you pray for someone else, you are blessed because you want to help others also.

If you have any earthly family that even halfway loves and support you, you are blessed beyond measure.

If you hold someone’s hand, hug another person, touch someone on the shoulder, you are blessed because you can offer God’s healing touch.

If you can share a word of encouragement with someone else, and do it with God’s love in your heart, you are blessed you have learned how to give.

If you can go to bed tonight, knowing that God loves you, you are blessed beyond measure.

If you can read this message, you are more blessed than about 2/3 of the world.

In your life, don’t asked God to take away your pain,

Because it’s not for Him to take away, but for you to give it up.

Don’t asked God to grant you patience,

Because patience is a by-product of tribulations, it’s not granted, but earned.

Don’t asked God to give you happiness,

Because He’ll give you blessings, and happiness is up to you.

Don’t asked God to spare you pain,

Because suffering draws you apart from worldly care and bring you closer to Him.

Don’t asked God to make your spirit grow,

Because you must grow on your own, but He’ll prune you to make you faithful.

Don’t asked God for all things that you might enjoy life,

Because He’ll give you life so that you may enjoy all things.

But, asked God to help you LOVE others as much as He loves you!

[[HAPPY SABBATH ALL!]]

Differences Between Like and Love

Differences Between Like and Love

In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster

But in front of the person you like , you get happy.

In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring

But in front of the person you like, winter is just a beautiful winter.

If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush

But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile.

In front of the person you love, you can’ t say everything on your mind

But in front of the person you like, you can.

In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy

But in front of the person you like, you can show your ownself.

Then person you love comes into your mind every 2 minutes.

You can’t look straight into the eyes of the one you love

But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.

When the one you love is crying, you cry with them

But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.

The feeling of love starts from the eye

And the feeling of like starts from the ear.

So if you stop liking a person you used to like

All you need to do is cover your ears,

But if you try to close your eyes

Love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever after.

Author Unknown

Look Before You Rip Your "GAS"

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.

All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.

Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: ‘Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.’

He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.

Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.

Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes.

The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: ‘Happy Birthday!’

I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Makna Cinta

Love is Patient

This is a story which I read over the Internet… Jan tanya sia di mana sebab sia inda sempat sudah mo ingat link dia because I saved this in my HD.

Suami saya adalah seorang yang sederhana, saya mencintai sifatnya yang alami dan saya menyukai perasaan hangat yang muncul di perasaan saya, ketika saya bersandar di bahunya yang bidang. Tiga tahun dalam masa perkenalan, dan dua tahun dalam masa pernikahan, saya harus akui, bahwa saya mulai merasa lelah, alasan-alasan saya mencintainya dulu telah berubah menjadi sesuatu yang menjemukan. Saya seorang wanita yang sentimentil dan benar-benar sensitif serta berperasaan halus. Saya merindukan saat-saat romantis seperti seorang anak yang menginginkan permen. Tetapi semua itu tidak pernah saya dapatkan. Suami saya jauh berbeda dari yang saya harapkan. Rasa sensitif-nya kurang. Dan ketidakmampuannya dalam menciptakan suasana yang romantis dalam pernikahan kami telah mementahkan semua harapan saya akan cinta yang ideal.

Suatu hari, saya beranikan diri untuk mengatakan keputusan saya kepadanya, bahwa saya menginginkan perceraian.

“Mengapa?”, tanya suami saya dengan terkejut.

“Saya lelah, kamu tidak pernah bisa memberikan cinta yang saya inginkan,” jawab saya.

Suami saya terdiam dan termenung sepanjang malam di depan komputernya, tampak seolah-olah sedang mengerjakan sesuatu, padahal tidak. Kekecewaan saya semakin bertambah, seorang pria yang bahkan tidak dapat mengekspresikan perasaannya, apalagi yang bisa saya harapkan darinya?

Dan akhirnya suami saya bertanya, “Apa yang dapat saya lakukan untuk merubah pikiran kamu?”

Saya menatap matanya dalam-dalam dan menjawab dengan pelan,”Saya punya pertanyaan, jika kau dapat menemukan jawabannya di dalam perasaan saya, saya akan merubah pikiran saya: “Seandainya, saya menyukai setangkai bunga indah yg ada di tebing gunung. Kita berdua tahu jika kamu memanjat gunung itu, kamu akan mati. Apakah kamu akan memetik bunga itu untuk saya?”

Dia termenung dan akhirnya berkata, “Saya akan memberikan jawabannya besok.” Perasaan saya langsung gundah mendengar responnya.

Keesokan paginya, dia tidak ada di rumah, dan saya menemukan selembar kertas dengan oret-oretan tangannya dibawah sebuah gelas yang berisi susu hangat yang bertuliskan……

“Sayang, saya tidak akan mengambil bunga itu untukmu, tetapi ijinkan saya untuk menjelaskan alasannya.”

Kalimat pertama ini menghancurkan perasaan saya.

Saya melanjutkan untuk membacanya.

“Kamu selalu pegal-pegal pada waktu ‘teman baik kamu’ datang setiap bulannya, dan saya harus memberikan tangan saya untuk memijat kaki kamu yang pegal. Kamu senang diam di rumah, dan saya selalu kuatir kamu akan menjadi ‘aneh’. Saya harus membelikan sesuatu yang dapat menghibur kamu di rumah atau meminjamkan lidah saya untuk menceritakan hal-hal lucu yang saya alami. Kamu selalu terlalu dekat menonton televisi, terlalu dekat membaca buku, dan itu tidak baik untuk kesehatan mata kamu. Saya harus menjaga mata saya agar ketika kita tua nanti, saya masih dapat menolong mengguntingkan kuku kamu dan mencabuti uban kamu. Tangan saya akan memegang tangan kamu, membimbing kamu menelusuri pantai, menikmati matahari pagi dan pasir yang indah. Menceritakan warna-warna bunga yang bersinar dan indah seperti cantiknya wajah kamu. Tetapi Sayang, saya tidak akan mengambil bunga indah yang ada di tebing gunung itu hanya untuk mati. Karena, saya tidak sanggup melihat air mata kamu mengalir. Sayang, saya tahu, ada banyak orang yang bisa mencintai kamu lebih dari saya mencintai kamu. Untuk itu Sayang, jika semua yang telah diberikan tangan saya, kaki saya, mata saya tidak cukup buat kamu, saya tidak bisa menahan kamu untuk mencari tangan, kaki, dan mata lain yang dapat membahagiakan kamu.”

Air mata saya jatuh ke atas tulisannya dan membuat tintanya menjadi kabur, tetapi saya tetap berusaha untuk terus membacanya.

“Dan sekarang, Sayang, kamu telah selesai membaca jawaban saya. Jika kamu puas dengan semua jawaban ini, dan tetap menginginkan saya untuk tinggal di rumah ini, tolong bukakan pintu rumah kita, saya sekarang sedang berdiri di sana menunggu jawaban kamu. Jika kamu tidak puas dengan jawaban saya ini, Sayang, biarkan saya masuk untuk membereskan barang-barang saya, dan saya tidak akan mempersulit hidup kamu. Percayalah, bahagia saya adalah bila kamu bahagia.”

Saya segera berlari membuka pintu dan melihatnya berdiri di depan pintu dengan wajah penasaran sambil tangannya memegang susu dan roti kesukaan saya.

Oh, kini saya tahu, tidak ada orang yang pernah mencintai saya lebih dari dia mencintai saya. Itulah cinta, di saat kita merasa cinta itu telah berangsur-angsur hilang dari perasaan kita, karena kita merasa dia tidak dapat memberikan cinta dalam wujud yang kita inginkan, maka cinta itu sesungguhnya telah hadir dalam wujud lain yang tidak pernah kita bayangkan sebelumnya. Seringkali yang kita butuhkan adalah memahami wujud cinta dari pasangan kita, dan bukan mengharapkan wujud tertentu. Karena cinta tidak selalu harus berwujud “bunga”.

Unknown Inspirational *Thingy* For Monday

A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said… NO.

She asked him if he would want to be with her forever and he said… NO.

She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a NO.

She had heard enough.

As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said….

You’re not pretty but you’re beautiful.

I don’t want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever.

And I wouldn’t cry if you walked away… I’d DIE…

They Don't Ever Cost a Thing

1. If you could hear me, I would say that our finger prints don’t fade from the lives we’ve touched.
2. Breathe. Then be so happy that it escapes from your bones and your heart will beat in ways that it didn’t before.
3. I love the person I’ve become because I fought to become her.gossip girl quotes | Tumblr
4. It feels so good to know that you’re not alone anymore. To be all alone again? A little hard, I guess. There are times when you’re broken into pieces. Don’t even feel like you still exist. Why are we  so fragile? Some people just continue to stay with what hurts them the most. At the end of the day, I guess no-one wants to feel empty inside. Maybe, that’s why some people find moving on is so hard to do.  Something that has hurt you once will hurt you again. Haven’t we learned anything?
5. You are proof that God is an artist. He took you and took your sin. He made you clean, washed white with blood. You became a canvas for Him to paint images of grace and glory upon. you became a blank page for Him to write sonnets of peace and love, and He named you worthy. You became a stone slab which God is now chipping away at, creating in you a new heart and shaping you into who you were always meant to be: His child. God is an artist.
6. I want my heart and my passions to be the most beautiful things about me. she
7. Two things you will learn in life: one, that the sound of someone else’s heartbeat next to your own is like putting a shell to your ear and hearing the ocean’s roar and echo inside of it. And two, the best kind of naked is when you’ve undressed, not for sex, but understanding- when the person in the same room watches you remove your jeans or your t-shirt, and they don’t want to see the skin underneath, they want to see your soul.
8. I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
9. The world is heavy, but your bones (just a cubic inch) can hold 19,000 pounds. Ounce for ounce, they are stronger than steel. Atom for atom, you are more precious than diamonds, and stars have died so that you may live. You need to remember these things when you say that you are weak and worthless.
10. Sometimes, you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there, thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly, you just don’t feel lat home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably  wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. there used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you feel are foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again, but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much as a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
11. The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be ignited.
12. There are so many fragile things, after all. People break easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
13. We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl against a wall is romance. Sex is easy. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden, they find themselves holding hands and they don’t know how that happened.
14. I can’t say that I’m mad at you, because I’m not. I can’t say that I hate you, because I don’t. And I can’t say that I’m done or that I’ll never talk to you again, because I know that I’m not. And I know that I will. But I can say that I hope and that I pray, that if you really do care about me at all, like you claim that you do, that you will stop setting me up, that you will stop saying things that you know you don’t mean. 
15. One of the saddest things in the world is when two people, who at one time, knew everything about one another, act like strangers.When the ground starts shaking, you gotta know when you got a good thing.
16. We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t.
17. Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.
18. One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” ( I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil- lighthouse of your universe- as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.“
19. What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
20. When you love someone, there’s a pattern for the way you come together. You might not even realize it, but your bodies are choreographed; a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one. It’s a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It’s just the way you’ve learned to fit.

A Worm Regard To A Friend

Dear Ah Lian,

Thanks you for your letter. Wrong time no see you. How everything? For me, I am quiet find. You say in your letter your taukeh soh want you to chain your look? Somemore you must wear kick kok soo, hope you can wok properly.

You know, Ah Kau Kia working in a soft where company now. Last week, he take I, Muthu & few of his friend to May Nonut to eat barger. After that he take we all go to kalah ok.Muthu sing and sing no stop until the sky bright.Next week, my father mother going to sellerbread 20 years annie wear sari. My father mother going to give a fist to all the kampong people. So you must come with your hole family.

I only hope one day we no need to write and send letter to you and to me. Better I e-meow you, you e-meow me. I will ketchup with you soon. And when you got time, please few free to call me. Goo bye…..

Worm regard,

Ah Beng

p.s. So hilarious! I e-meow you, you e-meow me… Ya, meow meow~