By Vnxone
A vast, purpose-built theatre, an hour’s drive from central Bangkok, Siam Niramit stages a cultural show that is as monumental and lavish as any Las Vegas has to offer. And since it’s family-oriented, there are no topless or scantily clad dancers á la Patpong here.
The 150 performers of Siam Niramit: Journey into the Enchanted Kingdom easily outshine those of the Lido or Folie Bergere’s cast of 40.
Opened in 2006, the 4ha Siam Niramit has three restaurants that can accommodate 1,000 diners, while its theatre can seat 2,000. The show begins at 8pm every evening, but try to get here by 6pm so you can have dinner and explore the mini-theme park adjacent to the theatre.
It is an entire village replete with boathouse, jetty and sampan that invites visitors to take a mini-cruise.
“This cultural village features the main regions of Thailand and showcases our cultural diversity,” explains general manager Suriya Songsomboon.
“There are traditional weavers, artists, craftsmen and villagers cooking local delicacies, which are offered to visitors. There is even a typical Malay kampung house from southern Thailand similar to the ones in Kelantan.”
There are elephant rides and dancers too, though they can hardly find time to perform since they are forever posing with tourists. Foot and body masseurs are at hand, if you have the time.
“Siam Niramit: Journey into the Enchanted Kingdom is one of the best shows in the world!” exclaims Suriya proudly, waving his arms expansively at the hordes of tourists.
“The stage is listed as the world’s largest by the Guinness Book of World Records at 65mx40mx12m. Each night sees a change of some 500 costumes so the backstage is even bigger! There are 100 technical and stage crew, and the special effects utilise the world’s most advanced technology. It cost US$40mil to set up Siam Niramit; if this were in Europe, the cost would be at least doubled.”
The spectacular aerial flights in the show alone require a backstage team of 40, and that is how the angels defy gravity and an apsara (Buddhist angel) is able to fly halfway across the vast auditorium to scatter petals on the audience.
The show is done in three parts, each with several scenes. The opening act is so awesome it takes your breath away.
Act 1: Journey into history
Journey Back to History opens with a stunning recreation of the ancient kingdom of Lanna. The stage is so vast, we in the audience have to keep turning our heads left and right especially when the action takes place simultaneously on both sides.
What is the show like?
Think Cirque du Soleil, Italian grand opera, Mak Yong, The King and I, Bangkok’s Grand Palace, the Ramayana and Thai classical dancers who have been attended to by Las Vegas costumiers, and you get the drift! The theatres in London’s West End and Broadway seem like poor cousins after such a massive overdose of over-the-top drama.
We see a parade of gorgeously costumed courtiers accompanying the Queen, who is carried on a palanquin towards the central stage where she greets the King. The royal couple then go to worship the relics of the Lord Buddha, accompanied by a retinue that might just turn Cecil DeMille green with envy.
The elephant makes its first appearance as the mode of transport for His Majesty. The King and Queen enjoy the revelry and release khomloi (or lanterns) meant to take all sorrows and misfortune away. Of course, the red lanterns take to the air and magically float skywards.
Next comes the southern kingdoms of Sri Wichai and Sri Thammarat. Thai Buddhists and Malay Muslims are seen living in harmony amidst silhouettes of wats and mosques and enjoying traditional games, singing and dancing. Chinese traders arrive in a junk from the South China Sea to barter, and a sailor falls in love with a local damsel and jumps ship.
The Khmer civilisation then makes a dazzling début.
Issan villagers conduct the religious ceremony of Boon Phawet in front of the Phra That Phanom temple when suddenly, the castle of Prasat Hin Phanom Rang appears.
As rays of sunlight filter through the doors, the many carved stone apsara slowly come to life! In scenes reminiscent of Lara Croft; Tomb Raider, the Khmer stone sculptures stir and walk out of their arched niches.
Life on the central plains and along the canals is simple and pleasant. Terraced rice fields suddenly burst from green to gold as they ripen in the blink of an eye. More theatrical magic is revealed: a canal filled with water flows across the stage. It is deep enough for a peasant character to actually jump in for a dip!
Villagers on sampans paddle by nonchalantly and a tropical thunderstorm is re-enacted as rain cascades from the 12m high ceiling.
In Ayutthaya, the ancient Thai capital, court life is rich and extravagant. A delegation from the Netherlands arrives presenting documents and gifts. Even more impressive is the arrival of the golden royal barges.
Act 2: Journey Beyond Imagination
This second act boasts Siam Niramit’s most mind-numbing special effects and costumes. The first scene is Fiery Hell, a depiction of hell as seen through Buddhist eyes.
All the dreadful tortures carved on temple walls are shown. Adulterers climb trees whose trunks are covered in thorns, alcoholics are punished by being dunked into a giant vat filled with boiling water, while liars have their tongues pulled out.
A most beautiful scene follows in the form of the mystical Himapaan, a strange borderland between the human world and the heavenly realm. It is home to all manner of mythical flora, fauna and divinities.
Angels flit gracefully through the firmaments, waving their arms elegantly and flapping their wings effortlessly, as the kinaree, half-human and half-bird, pay homage to them.
Flying solo or in pairs, the celestial apsara truly seem to defy gravity. The phanonmarek, half-monkey and half-deer, are then seen cavorting beneath the Naripol tree, which bears fruits when auspicious events are coming.
A little drama unfolds as the nasty demon Ramasoon throws his axe in anger when he fails to steal a gigantic diamond from Mekala, goddess of the sea. Ramasoon’s axe creates thunder and, in defence, Mekala uses her magical diamond to blur Ramasoon’s vision, causing lightning.
The story then takes us to Daow Wa Dueng, the second tier of heaven presided over by the great god Indra and his consort. Demi-gods play music as more apsara fly down from the upper reaches of heaven, carrying sacred banners and fans.
The concluding scene has all the angels in a halo formation above Indra as he takes his leave in a magnificent chariot.
Act 3: Journey through Joyous Festivals
After the heavenly depictions, the show comes back down to earth to celebrate the many festivals of the Thai, including Songkran, the water festival and Loy Krathong, a cleansing festival where lotus-shaped lanterns, sometimes filled with the hair and nails of devotees, are placed on rivers to be floated away.
The canal, naturally, makes another appearance so the lanterns can bob away.
Making merit while enjoying life’s pleasant moments is imbedded in Thai culture, which effortlessly combines religious ceremonies with bawdy, down-to-earth merrymaking. And Siam Niramit captures this.
As the show comes to an end, the performers stride down from the stage to invite guests to dance. And for a fitting finale, an elephant trundles into the aisle in the middle of the hall where we are seated! Behind the jumbo is a minion carrying a pan lest it poops!
Niramit means “miraculous”, and by the end of the show, most in the audience tend to agree.
By: Kim Hee Tea
By Vnxone
Young listeners are good at English and they like hearing their favourite local singers sing English songs. That reason urges singers to sing English songs.
Sixteen English songs in the My Secret Passion show in April at Khong Ten nightclub in HCM City were said to be an experiment by singer Duc Tuan, but the show attracted many people. The nightclub was full and most of the listeners were Vietnamese, while Duc Tuan had aimed to serve foreigners.
The success of this first show encouraged Tuan to organise a second show on June 11 and he said he planned to turn “My secret passion” into a brand name for English-song shows.
Vietnamese singers are singing two kinds of English songs: famous English songs in the world and English songs written by Vietnamese authors.
Duc Tuan acted as a representative of the first kind when he sang original English songs on his shows and released an English album in Canada and Hong Kong. Another singer, Hien Thuc, is about to issue an album of world-famous children’s songs.
Some pop stars have added several English songs onto their albums, for example My Tam with “Hurt so much” on her “Return” album. In his upcoming live show named QD08: My Love, Quang Dung will perform some famous English love songs.
Musicface, owned by song writer Duc Tri, often adds English songs written by Vietnamese authors onto the albums of singers under its aegis. Musicface is producing two English albums for Ho Ngoc Ha and Pham Anh Khoa which will be released very soon.
Those who introduce their albums online like Quoc Bao, Mai Khoi and Thuy Tien have English singles to introduce to foreign listeners. Diva Hong Nhung often sings her own English song entitled “My Dream” while Phuong Vy sings his, “Leave me alone”.
Some Vietnamese singers performed English songs ten years ago but it is not until recently that singing English songs has become a movement. According to song writer Nguyen Ngoc Thien, it is quite easy now to ask for permission to sing foreign songs in Vietnam. The royalty is also reasonable so Vietnamese singers can sing English songs legally.
Aiming at overseas markets, some local singers perform English songs written by Vietnamese authors and it is considered one way to market Vietnamese music to the world. “Can foreigners love Vietnamese songs if they don’t understand any word in Vietnamese songs? It is good and necessary for Vietnamese singers to sing English songs,” said song writer Quoc Bao.
However, Quoc Bao said only 2% of Vietnamese singers can sing English songs well.
(Transt from: Nguoi Lao Dong Newspaper)
By Vnxone
Local performing artists and models use the marketing industry as a launch pad to greater pop culture success.
Once upon a time, the popularity and reputation of a Vietnamese performing artist were linked to how much he or she could charge per show.
But these days, exclusive advertising contracts are increasingly the primary indicator that measures fame in the showbiz world.
Singing veterans Lam Truong and Phuong Thanh remain the male and female advertising record holders for the amounts they earned – US$100,000 and $80,000 respectively – representing international soft drinks giants PepsiCo and Coca Cola in 2001.
The present-day entertainment industry is inundated with talented and attractive teenyboppers who aspire to achieve stardom.
Businesses now have the advantage of choosing a representative from a wide range of options with lower pay.
While small and medium-scale entrepreneurs often request advertising companies to cast less famous personnel or attractive newcomers for spots, big companies usually choose the top stars to advertise their products.
A celebrity can get from a few thousand dollars up to $50,000 per advertising deal, depending on how famous he or she is.
In most advertising contracts, businesses also help artists promote their new albums and live shows.
Becoming the face of a prestigious brand not only brings in income but also consolidates the star status of an artist.
In Vietnam where the movie industry is still underdeveloped, businesses prefer to sign on singers instead of movie stars because they have tremendous public appeal along with large fan bases.
At present, supermodel-turned-singer Ho Ngoc Ha is considered the reigning advertising queen with multiple deals inked with dozens of brands.
Recently replacing pop star My Tam as the face of Sunsilk shampoo, Ha is threatening Tam’s position as the top star in the musical arena as well as in the advertising industry.
Ha, who is famous for her attractive voice, stunning charm and spectacular dance performances, however, refuses to disclose how much she has earned from ad contracts over the past year.
“I am happy when people refer to me as an advertising queen,” said Ha.
“I am proud that several brands believe enough in my reputation to have chosen me to advertise their products. It’s not only a matter of high income but also personal pride. My hard work and training have brought about such recognition.”
While other artists can only dream of inking ad contracts with businesses, Ha is especially picky with her selections.
“I am very careful to sign with an establishment,” she said.
“When invited for an ad, the first thing I consider is how I and the company and product fit together. Then I mull why the firm has chosen me over the rest of the pretty faces. Last but not least, I evaluate how the company and I would cooperate with each other to promote success.”
Ha’s main competitor in the advertising business might be Miss Vietnam 2006 Mai Phuong Thuy, who has donated about VND2 billion ($122,700) to charity since her crowning.
“The donation comes from money I have earned from advertising for more than 10 famous brands, including EuroWindows, Pantene shampoo, and LG Electronics,” said the beauty queen, who has thousands of fans around the country even though she is not a professional artist.
Songsters like Lam Truong who have advertised for PepsiCo are also offered perks of free musical courses in the US and travel abroad to meet and exchange with other Pepsi ad “ambassadors” such as world-renowned singers Beyonce Knowles, Britney Spears, and Pink.
The experience and benefits immeasurably enhance the reputations of such Vietnamese artists in the domestic scene.
Currently, male singers like Quang Dung, Dan Truong, Kasim Hoang Vu and Anh Khoa are among the hottest boys in the advertising business.
With the continued proliferation of international products and merchandise in Vietnam, it remains to be seen who will be among the next wave of entertainment artists to capitalize on advertising contracts to launch their fledgling careers.
(Reported by Luu Hong)
By Vnxone
Three Vietnamese artworks will be among the 34 entries in this year’s inaugural Asia Pacific Breweries (APB) Foundation Signature Art Prize – the most prestigious award in the region.
Representing Viet Nam are Hoang Duong Cam, Nguyen Quang Huy and Vuong Van Thao.
Cam’s Untitled, Attack – Sculpture – Protect is one of 12 digital photographic collages in a series called Fat-free Museum, which is a continuation of his long-time fascination with the themes of consciousness and relationships.
In this photograph, a Vietnamese war-time sculpture is shown standing behind American artist Sol LeWitt’s Splotch #3 (an acrylic and fibreglass sculpture on the roof of New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art). The image creates an ironic image of Viet Nam protecting its former adversary.
Nguyen Quang Huy’s Indochina Sisters #29 is an iconographic oil on canvas painting which seeks to honour women but also alludes to the problems women have faced in the past and still face today – a subject often ignored and neglected in Vietnamese art.
Vuong Van Thao’s Living Fossils is an installation work of polymer composite and oil paint, designed to draw attention to the apparent contradictions in new and old Ha Noi. The artist said he hopes to make Hanoians think about what they treasure most about the city, which celebrates its millennium in 2010.
These artworks were nominated by Natalia Kraevskaia, independent curator and art critic and director of Salon Natasha, Ha Noi. The APB Foundation Signature Art Prize series celebrates the 15-year partnership announced last October between the Singapore Art Museum and the APB Foundation to develop and promote contemporary art.
The result is a collection of contemporary art with diverse themes and mediums, such as painting, sculpture, mixed media, installation, video, photography, performance, new media and interactive work.
In August, the 34 nominees will be shortlisted to 10, who will be in the running for five awards – three Juror’s Choice Awards worth SG$10,000, a SG$10,000 People’s Choice Award and the Grand Prize of SG$45,000.
An international jury panel will be announced in August and a website launched so the public can vote for their favourite work. The artist who gets the most public votes will receive the People’s Choice Award.
From October to November, the Singapore Art Museum will hold an exhibition of the 10 finalists.
"The quality of the nominated artwork is remarkable. We are seeing an unexpected diversity of themes and mediums that augurs well for the contemporary art scene in the region," the director of the Singapore Art Museum, Kwok Kian Chow, said.
"They will certainly provoke and stimulate lively public debate about contemporary art in the region, which is exactly the aim of the Asia Pacific Breweries Foundation Signature Art Prize."
(source:http://vnagency.com.vn)
By Vnxone
A rather confident man walks into a bar and takes a seat next to a very attractive woman.
He gives her a quick glance, then casually looks at his watch for a moment.
The woman notices this and asks, 'Is your date running late?''No', he replies, 'I just bought this state-of-the-art watch and I was just testing it.'The intrigued woman says, 'A state-of-the-art watch? What's so special about it?''
It uses alpha waves to telepathically talk to me, ' he explains.'What's it telling you now?''Well, it says you're not wearing any panties...
'The woman giggles and replies, 'Well it must be broken then because I am wearing panties!'
The man explains, 'Damn thing must be an hour fast.'
By Vnxone
My mother used to ask me what is the most important part of the body.
Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer.
When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, “My ears, Mommy.”She said, “No. Many people are deaf.But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon.”Several years passed before she asked me again.
Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.So this time I told her, “Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes.”She looked at me and told me, “You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.”
Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years, Motherasked me a couple more times and always her answer was, “
No.But you are getting smarter every year, my child.”
Then one year, my grandfather died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying.Even my father cried.
I remember that especially because it was only the secondtime I saw him cry.My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good-bye to my Grandfather.
She asked me, “Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?”I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me, “This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life.
For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.”She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, “My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.”I asked, “Is it because it holds up my head?”She replied, “No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one whenthey cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear.
I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulderto cry on when you need it.”Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one.It is sympathetic to the pain of others.People will forget what you said.
People will forget what you did .But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.
By Vnxone
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground."That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide."He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue sweater."Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do you say we go, Todd?" Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes."
The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?" Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes."
The man smiled and said, "O.K.""My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded. The man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Todd. He thinks he has five more minutes to swing.
The truth is, I get five more minutes to watch him play."Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?
Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today and send this inspiring story to them.
By Vnxone
“If u need more love from someone… do love that someone more first…”“Love don’t need to be pretentious. Express it!!”
Tree
The reason people call me “Tree” is because I’m good at painting trees.
Overtime I started to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting. I had dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There’s one gal who I love a lot but never dare to go after. She doesn’t have a pretty face, doesn’t have a good figure, and doesn’t have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal.I like her. I really like her. I like her innocence, like her frankness. I like her cuteness, I like her intelligence and her fragility.
Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a good match for me. I’m also afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish. I’m also afraid other’s gossips will hurt her. I felt that if she’s my gal, she will be mine ultimately & I don’t have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase after gals, and I have made her heart cries for 3 years.She wants to be a good actress and I’m a very demanding director. When I kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled & say, “Go on!” before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn’t want to think about what causes her to cry but laugh at her the whole day.
When everybody went back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn’t know that I returned from soccer training to get something. I watched her cry for an hour or so.My 4th girlfriend didn’t like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she’s not the type that will start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted at her and her eyes were filled with shocking sad tears. I didn’t care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend.The next day, she still laughed & joked with me like nothing has ever happened. I know that she’s very hurt but she didn’t know that my heartache is as bad as hers. I was hurt too.When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together. I know who’s the guy. He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy, full of energy, is lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school.I can’t show her my heartache but could only smile & congratulate her. When I reached home, the heartache is so strong that I can’t stand it. It’s like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn’t breath. Wanted to shout but can’t. Tears rolled down & I broke down & cry. How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn’t acknowledge her presence too?
During graduation, I read a sms in my cp. It was send 10 days ago when I broke down and cry. I haven’t read it since then. It says
Leaf
During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of courage.
During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not “B-G Relationship” kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness in the heart can’t be described by using a lemon. It’s like 100 rotten sour lemon. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a month, he got together with another gal.I like him & I know he like me. But why won’t he pursue me? Since he loves me why he doesn’t want to make the first move?
Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he doesn’t like me, why does he treat me so well? It’s beyond what you will normally do for a friend. Liking a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can’t expect me a gal to ask him right?Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come & love me. It’s like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because of this, I waited for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go through & I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting. The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me. Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly. From outright rejection to a point in time when I felt that I’m willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He’s like a warm & gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree.
In the end, I realized that I didn’t want to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave far away & better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile & didn’t ask me to stay.“Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit.Or because…Tree didn’t ask her to stay”
Wind
Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she’s so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there’s jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there’s a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like she likes to look at him.One day, she didn’t appear. I felt something amissed. I can’t explain the feeling except it’s a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left.
The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled at her. Took out a note & gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled & accepts the note. The next day, she appeared & passes me a note and left.“Leaf’s heart is too heavy and wind couldn’t blow her away. It’s not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree”I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me & accept my presents & phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can’t remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope. Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend. I didn’t hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked,“What are you doing? How come you didn’t want to reply?”She said, “I’m nodding my head”.“Ah?”I couldn’t believe my ears.“I’m nodding my head”She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place & press her doorbell.
During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.“Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit.Or because…Tree didn’t ask her to stay”
(Collecting)
By Vnxone
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"God said:"When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.""You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
By Vnxone
Several years ago, while attending a communications course, I experienced a most unusual teaching process. The instructor asked us to list anything in our past that we felt ashamed of, guilty about, regretted, or incomplete about. The next week he invited participants to read their lists aloud. This seemed like a very private process, but there's always some brave soul in the crowd who will volunteer. As people read their lists, mine grew longer.After three weeks, I had 101 items on my list. The instructor then suggested that we find ways to make amends, apologize to people, or take some action to right any wrongdoing. I was seriously wondering how this could ever improve my communications, having visions of alienating just about everyone from my life.The next week, the man next to me raised his hand and volunteered this story:“While making my list, I remembered an incident from high school. I grew up in a small town in Iowa. There was a sheriff in town that none of us kids liked. One night, my two buddies and I decided to play a trick on Sheriff Brown. After drinking a few beers, we found a can of red paint, climbed the public water tank in the midle of town, and wrote, on the tank, in bright red letters: Sheriff Brown is an s.o.b. The next day, the town arose to see our glorious sign. Within two hours, Sheriff Brown had my two pals and me in his office. My friends confessed and I lied, denying the truth. No one ever found out.Nearly 20 years later, Sheriff Brown's name appears on my list. I didn't even know if he was still alive. Last weekend, I dialed information in my hometown back in Iowa. Sure enough, there was a Roger Brown still listed. I dialed his number. After a few rings, I heard: “Hello?” I said: “Sheriff Brown?” Pause. “Yup.” “Well, this is Jimmy Calkins. And I want you to know that I did it.” Pause. “I knew it!” he yelled back. We had a good laugh and a lively discussion. His closing words were: “Jimmy, I always felt badly for you because your buddies got it off their chest, and I knew you were carrying it around all these years. I want to thank you for calling me... for your sake.”Jimmy inspired me to clear up all 101 items on my list. It took me almost two years, but became the springboard and true inspiration for my career as a conflict mediator. No matter how difficult the conflict, crisis or situation, I always remember that it's never too late to clear up the past and begin resolution.
( Marilyn Manning)
Each experience through which we pass operates for our good. This is a correct attitude to adopt and we must be able to see it in that light.(Raymond Holliwell)
By Vnxone
A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door, "Daddy, may I ask you a question?""Yeah, sure. What is it?" replied the father. "Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?" "
That's none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?" The father said angrily."I just wanted to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" pleaded the little boy. "If you must know, it's twenty dollars an hour."Looking up, he said, "Daddy, may I borrow $9 please?"
The father was furious. "If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you're being selfish.
I work long, hard hours everyday and don't have time for such childish games."The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The father sat down and started to get madder about his little boy's questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some cash? After an hour he calmed down. He started to think he might have been a little too hard on his son.
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $9. And he didn't ask for money often.The father went to his son's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep, son?" he asked. "No, daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy."I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the father. "It's been a long day and I took my aggravations out on you. Here's the $9 you asked for."The little boy sat up straight, beaming. "Oh, thank you daddy!" he said. T
hen reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled bills. He counted the money, then looked up at his father."Why did you want more money if you already had some?" the father asked. "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. " Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?"
By Vnxone
If I had my child to raise over again
If I had my child to raise all over again,I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd teach less about the love of power,And more about the power of love.
- Diane Loomans
There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other wings.
- Hodding Carter
By Vnxone
Dear Mr. Terry:
I venture to sent this letter to you concerning about the new job which you posted in the announcement on July 1, 1990. My name is My Ngoc. I was born in Sanfancisco. I am Chinese American.
I think that my qualification and my experience will meet your needs. Actually, my current job is good. The company grant me a promotion because they have learned that I've always tried my best in all my assignments. I'm strongly interested in this job and I'm very delighted if you would save a few minute to consider my application. I have worked for the Topp clothing company sine 1979. I have had an experience as an Assistant to Manager since 1982. I graduated from High School in 1979. During the school time, I always got a good grades at math, physics and chemistry and I got a Degree from Manoa polytechnic Institute. Then, I graduated from the university of Hawaii major in industrail and labor relations in 1984.
Feel free contact me if you want to get further information.
I'm willing to give you a reference from my curent supervisor if you required.Sincerely Yours.
By Vnxone
To realize the value of ten years: Ask a newly divorced couple.
To realize the value of four years: Ask a graduate.
To realize the value of one year: Ask a student who has failed a final exam.
To realize the value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize the value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly news paper.
To realize the value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of one minute: Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize the value of one second: Ask a person who has survived an accident.
To realize the value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.
By Vnxone
When you see geese flying along in "V" formation, you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way. As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following.
By flying in "V" formation, the whole flock adds at least 71 percent greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.
When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone - and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front.If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those people who are headed the same way we are.
When the head goose gets tired, it rotates back in the wing and another goose flies point.It is sensible to take turns doing demanding jobs, whether with people or with geese flying south.Geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.What messages do we give when we honk behind?Finally - and this is important - when a goose gets sick or is wounded by gunshot, and falls out of formation, two other geese fall out with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection. T
hey stay with the fallen goose until it is able to fly or until it dies; and only then do they launch out on their own, or with another formation to catch up with their group.
If we have the sense of a goose, we will stand by each other like that.
By Vnxone
3 things of life that once gone never comes back :
Time
Words
Opportunity
3 things of life that must not be lost:
Peace,
Hope
Honesty
3 things of life that are most valuable:
Love
Self-confidence
Friends
3 things of life that are never sure:
Dreams
Success
Fortune
3 things that makes a man/Woman:
Hard work,
Sincerity
Success
3 things in life that destroys a man/Woman:
Wine,
Pride
Anger
(Collecting)
By Vnxone
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them.
She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.""Is the man of the house home?", they asked."No", she replied. "He's out.""Then we cannot come in", they replied.In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened."Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"
The woman went out and invited the men in""We do not go into a House together," they replied."Why is that?" she asked.One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love."
Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!""Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife."Go out and invite Love to be our guest."The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him.
Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"
By Vnxone
The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family.As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car.
We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home.
Then in the morning I pick them up again.""Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
By Vnxone
Vinne and Tanya first met at a cricket match when they were twelve, but they lost touch with each other soon afterwardsA few years later they met again in a pub, but then their lives took different direction.
Vinnie spent some time in Sweden playing soccer befor returning to London, where he continued his soccer career. He had a son with his girlfriend, Mylene, but the relation did not work out. Meanwhile, Tanya got married to a soccer player called Steve Terry, and they had a daughter, KaleyMany years later, Vinnie was sitting in his living room with a friend. The friend who was standing by the window, said to Vinnie, "There is the most amazing-looking woman outside. Come and have a look. Vinnie got up, looked out pof window, and there was Tanya, looking more beautiful than ever. She was now living inthe same street as Vinnie, and afew days later Vinnie knocked on the dooor.
They got on really well and spent a whole night talking. Tanya wa now seperated from her husband, and she anh Vinnie became good friend. Afte3r a while, the friendship changed into love, and they have been together ever since
By Vnxone
Tiger Woods was born on 30th December 1975 in Califonia, Usa, of mixed heritage: he describes himself as quarter black, a quarter Thai, a quarter Chinese, an eighth white and an eighth American Indian. His father, Earl Woods, name him Tiger after a friend who saved his life in the Vietnam war.
He was only nine months old when he started to play golf and play his first game at 1.5 years old. His father was first teacher.At the age of eight, he won a tournament and five more befor he was 16, On 08/04/01 Tiger Woods made golfing history. He became the first golfer to win all four major-the most important tournamnents-within the same year.He is helping to make golf more popular with all ages and levels, and people agree that he is probably the greatest golfer of all time.
Certainly, he is already one of the richest.He now earns more than $50.000.000 a year. He has a $100 million deal with Nike and also American Express, Buick Rolex and Wheaties.What advice would he give prospective parents of golf champions? " Do not force kids into sports. It has to be fun".The best advice he ever got? from his dad: "Always be yourself".
By Vnxone
When do you have enough money? how many yatchs, limousines ang luxury homes can one millionair use? What can rich people do with all that money? They can not take it with them when they die...or can they?
BRIAN WILLIAMSON, one of Britain's richest men, thinks he can. He has spenton building a palace inspired by Versailles and the White House. But he is not planning to live in it-not while he is still alive any way. When he dies, he will be buried in it with his art and furniture collection. It is a monument to him self. Williamson managed to make his money by investing in property. He was a millionaire by the age of 22. He has five children by three different mothers, but his children will not inherit any of fortune. The purpose of Arilington Palace's say Williamson"is to take my money with me when i die and to make sure that nobody else gets their hands on it.ERIC MILLER has a rather different attidute to money. Whwn he retired, he sold his business and make a very large profit. He then moved out of his seven-bedroom ang move into a carnavan at the end of his parent. He donated the house to the Catholic church, so that it could be used as a holiday for disabled children. "All my life i have been worried about the poor", explains Mr Miller. "I do not want to be selfish. I am quite happy living in my caravan".For MIKE and KATHY DAWSON it is simple: the more they earn, the more they give away. Ten yaers ago, they were earning enough to own three large houses, several expensive cars and still save some money each month. Then their employer doubled their salary making them into millionaires. At this point they decided that they did not need any more money to live on and chose to give it away.
Each month they give away any extra money they make to children's charities around the world " i believe you become a millionaire" says Mike Dawson, when you give away 1 million dollar.
By Vnxone
The people on the train were hot and tired.A tall young man sat next to three small children and their aunt.The aunt and the children talked.When the aunt spoke she always began with"Don't...".When the children spoke the always began with "Why...?".The young man said nothing.The small boy whislted loudly."Don't do that,Cyril"said his aunt....he began
By Vnxone
A man had a little daughter- an only and much-beloved child. He lived for her- she was his life. So when she became ill and her illness resisted the efforts of the best obtainable physicians, he became like a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to health. His best efforts proved unavailing and the child died. The father was totally inconsolable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself away from his many friends and refusing every activity that might restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self. But one night he had a dream.He was in Heaven, and was witnessing a grand pageant of all the little child angels.
They were marching in an apparently endless line past the Great White Throne. Every white-robed angelic child carried a candle. He noticed that one child's candle was not lighted. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his own little girl. Rushing to her, while the pageant faltered, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then asked: "How is it, darling that your candle alone is unlighted?" "Father, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out."Just then he awoke from his dream. The lesson was crystal clear, and its effects were immediate.
From that hour on he was not a recluse, but mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and associates. No longer would his darling's candle be extinguished by his useless tears."For You have delivered my soul from death. Have you not kept my feet from falling, That I may walk before God In the LIGHT of the living?"
By Vnxone
Moses Mendelssohn, the grandfather of the well-known German composer, was far from being handsome. Along with a rather short stature, he had a grotesque hunchback.One day, he visited a merchant in Hamburg who had a lovely daughter named Frumtje. Moses fell hopelessly in love with her. But Frumtje was repulsed by his misshapen appearance.
When it came time for him to leave, Moses gathered his courage and climbed the stairs to her room to take one last opportunity to speak with her. She was a vision of heavenly beauty, but caused him deep sadness by her refusal to look at him. After several attempts at conversation, Moses shyly asked, "Do you believe marriages are made in heaven?""Yes," she answered, still looking at the floor. "And do you?""Yes I do," he replied. "You see, in heaven at the birth of each boy, the Lord announces which girl he will marry.
When I was born, my future bride was pointed out to me. Then the Lord added, 'But your wife will be humpbacked. Right then and there I called out, 'Oh Lord, a humpbacked woman would be a tragedy. Please, Lord, give me the hump and let her be beautiful.'"Then Frumtje looked up into his eyes and was stirred by some deep memory. She reached out and gave Mendelssohn her hand and later became his devoted wife.- Barry and Joyce VissellIn love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.-
Erich Fromm
By Vnxone
One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?""It was great, Dad.""Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked."Oh yeah," said the son."So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.The son answered:"I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."The boy's father was speechless.
Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.
Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!Pass this on to friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their perspective and appreciation."Life is too short and friends are too few."
By Vnxone
Recently, I emailed my father. I wrote: “It was good to hear from you. I am glad you’re well. Take care.” I last heard from him when he emailed my wed page wishing me a happy belated birthday. He wrote in February. My birthday was in October.
Forgetting my birthday is the least of my father’s failing. I was five when my parents divorced. He moved across the country and I rarely saw or heard from him. When I was 17, I watched him beat a woman in the street. His violence wasn’t a revelation. I’ve already witnessed him about shoot my mother.Here’s where you gasp, look upon me with pitying eyes and assume that I must hate my father. I don’t. His last act of violence against my mother was in some ways a lucky break. My mother went right on living, and through her, I came to believe in the power of forgiveness.She never complained about his not paying child support.
On the rare occasions that he called or visited, the woman insisted that I be respectful. Momma always made the distinction: My father hurt her, not me. Sure there were moments when he pissed me off when he blamed my mother for the shooting or berated me for asking for money while I was in college. Five years later he was offended when I didn’t invite him to my law school graduation. Despite all this, he is still my father. When he is sick, I call and check on him. When he dies if there is no money, a likelihood, I will bury him.While I am not fond of my father, I may be the only family member who does not despise him.
I believe this is because I never loved him. When I was a child, I was open to it, but he wasn’t around and hard to love when he was.
But I didn’t miss not having a father thanks to the daily presence of my grandfather and uncles. They taught me to play basketball and spades, and arranged modest vacations to Six Flags and Bayou Classic. Some say having my father do these things would have been better, in much the same way that not growing up poor would have been better, but I believe what has made the difference is that I grew up happy and loved. There are ways in which I am very much my father’s daughter. My height, eyes and premature graying are thanks to him. I have his stubborn streak and, on race occasions, his temper; but I also possess his ambition and ingenuity.A few years after law school when I declined to handle a legal matter for him, he hold me that he was cutting off me. “If that’s what you want,” I replied, understanding my father’s emotional struggles but not becoming hostage to them. Now he is appealing to me for a relationship. I am still open to it.
Through my life, my father has asked me for many things, but never forgiveness.I believe in forgiveness. I give it freely and in doing so, free myself.
By Vnxone
1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. You are special and unique.
8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look.
11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.(Author Unknown)
By Vnxone
It was at least two months before Christmas when nine-year-old Almie Rose told her father and me that she wanted a new bicycle. As Christmas drew nearer, her desire for a bicycle seemed to fade, or so we thought. We purchased the latest rage, Baby-Sitter's Club dolls, and a doll house. Then, much to our surprise, on December 23rd, she said that she "really wanted a bike more than anything else."It was just too late, what with all the details of preparing Christmas dinner and buying last-minute gifts, to take the time to select the "right bike" for our little girl. So, here we were - Christmas Eve around 9:00 p.m., with Almie Rose and her six-year-old brother, Dylan, nestled snug in their beds. We could now think only of the bicycle, the guilt, and being parents who would disappoint their child."What if I make a little bicycle out of clay and write a note that she could trade the clay model in for a real bike?" my husband asked.The theory being that since this is a high-ticket item and she is "such a big girl," it would be much better for her to pick it out. So he spent the next four hours painstakingly working with clay to create a miniature bike.On Christmas morning, we were excited for Almie Rose to open the little heart-shaped package with the beautiful red and white clay bike and the note. Finally, she opened it and read the note aloud."Does this mean that I trade in this bike that Daddy made me for a real one?"Yes." I said, beaming.Almie Rose had tears in her eyes when she replied,"I could never trade in this beautiful bicycle that Daddy made me. I'd rather keep this than get a real bike."At that moment, we would have moved heaven and earth to buy her every bicycle on the planet!- Michelle Lawrence
By Vnxone
One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?"The woodcutter replied that his axe has fallen into water. The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe."Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.The woodcutter replied, "No."The Lord again went down and came up with a silver axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.Again, the woodcutter replied, "No."The Lord went down again and came up with an iron axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.The woodcutter replied, "Yes."The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happily.One day while he was walking with his wife along the riverbank, the woodcutter's wife fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?" "Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!"The Lord went down into the water and came up with Jennifer Lopez. "Is this your wife?" the Lord asked."Yes," cried the woodcutter.The Lord was furious. "You cheat! That is an untruth!"The woodcutter replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I said 'no' to Jennifer Lopez, You will come up with Catherine Zeta-Jones. Then if I also say 'no' to her. You willthirdly come up with my wife, and I will say 'yes,' and then all three will be given to me. But Lord, I am a poor man and I will not be able to take care of all three wives, so that's why I said yes this time."The moral of the story is whenever a man lies it is for an honorable and useful reason !!
By Vnxone
The young beggar was wandering in the city centre, waiting for some warm-hearted foreigners to give the money. Everyone crossed by, caught a glimpse of her, then looked at other things, pretended that they didn’t see and didn’t hear anything. That beggar was a girl, in fact she was a child, a twelve-year-old one. She didn’t know her parents, she only knew there was a woman who gave her two little bowls of food everyday, who hit her any time the woman felt unhappy. The young girl was a child, but she didn’t have any right of a child, all of them, she didn’t have any. Any beggars are undernourished, so did she. She was really thin, wearing ragged pale clothes and her hand was carrying an ugly hat. Days after days, she walked along the same street and sat when tired at the same place. Everyone around was crazy with her. They said she disturbed their bussiness and brang unluckiness to them. The owners of some stores would drive her away if they saw she was wandering in front of theirs. She was used to that because it happened daily, she was used to that because she should do that for the woman everyday. That woman, who lived in a normal house which had everything that the others had, such as TV, fridge, conditioner,…, was called “bitch” by her neighbours. The woman was too cruel and selfish that while she was sleeping in a warm and comfortable room, the little girl should sleep in a cold, small, untidy and stinking garage. The bitch told the little girl that she should take enough money by begging, and if she couldn’t, she would be suffered from a formidable punishment.Once, she overslept, the bitch used the thong to hit her. At another time, the bitch mixed shampoo, chillies and vinegar together then poured it into the girl’s face. It was a week after that when the girl’s eyes still hurted and were all in red. The girl was too weak, no, she was scared, she was frightened by the woman. She had no idea why she should beg for money in the street everyday. She just knew that she was a beggar and forever worked for the woman.But at the time, she started to understand. The questions were appearing in her mind. “Why should I beg in the street? Why should I give that woman the money? Why should I do what the bitch told me? “Ouch!” the girl cried, that woman was standing behind, catching her hair. “What the hell are you doing? Why don’t you beg? …”said and sweared the woman. That girl felt she should do something. Her eyes were red of angriness, her body was shaking because her blood was flowing too hard. She could feel the back of her head very hot. The bitch kept shouting at her and hitting her by her fist. The girl had been likely to blow up. She took the rock nearby, threw hard into the woman’s head as if she was throwing out all her heat. “Oh!” The woman sreamed and fell down on her knees. Her head was terribly bleeding, she was lying on the street, her mouth was still whispering :”I’ll kill you!”
By Vnxone
The 26-year-old mother stared down at her son who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that.But she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Bobsy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?""Mommy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true."Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her six year old son a ride around the block on a fire engine. Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! "And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat — not a toy one — with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Bobsy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Bobsy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Bobsy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program.Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Bobsy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Bobsy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Bobsy as he made his transition. The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor?When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital, extended its ladder up to Bobsy's third floor open window and 16 firefighters climbed up the ladder into Bobsy's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they loved him. With his dying breath, Bobsy looked up at the fire chief and said, "Chief, am I really a fireman now?" " Bobsy, you are," the chief said. With those words, Bobsy smiled and closed his eyes one last time.(Collect)
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