If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to be shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn what envy is.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with tolerance, they learn to be patient.
If children live with encouragement, they learn to be confident.
If children live with praise, they learn to appreciate.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to find love in the world.
If children live with recognition, they learn to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn to be generous.
If children live with honesty and fairness, they learn what truth and justice are.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves
and in those around them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn that the world is a nice
place in which to live.
If children live with serenity, they learn to have peace of mind.
With what are your children living?
Dorothy L Nolte
Life is a journey, not a destination
PREPAID PALING MURAH DI PASARAN
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Chicken Soup on Love: The One Creative Force
"Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor. . . . Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting. "
-Mother Teresa
A college professor had his sociology class go into the Baltimore slums to get case histories of 200 young boys. They were asked to write an evaluation of each boy's future. In every case the students wrote, "He hasn't got a chance." Twenty-five years later another sociology professor came across the earlier study. He had his students follow up on the project to see what had happened to these boys. With the exception of 20 boys who had moved away or died, the students learned that 176 of the remaining 180 had achieved more than ordinary success as lawyers, doctors and businessmen.
The professor was astounded and decided to pursue the matter further. Fortunately, all the men were in the area and he was able to ask each one, "How do you account for your success?" In each case the reply came with feeling, 'There was a teacher."
The teacher was still alive, so he sought her out and asked the old but still alert lady what magic formula she had used to pull these boys out of the slums into successful achievement.
The teacher's eyes sparkled and her lips broke into a gentle smile. "It's really very simple," she said. "I loved those boys."
Eric Butterworth
-Mother Teresa
A college professor had his sociology class go into the Baltimore slums to get case histories of 200 young boys. They were asked to write an evaluation of each boy's future. In every case the students wrote, "He hasn't got a chance." Twenty-five years later another sociology professor came across the earlier study. He had his students follow up on the project to see what had happened to these boys. With the exception of 20 boys who had moved away or died, the students learned that 176 of the remaining 180 had achieved more than ordinary success as lawyers, doctors and businessmen.
The professor was astounded and decided to pursue the matter further. Fortunately, all the men were in the area and he was able to ask each one, "How do you account for your success?" In each case the reply came with feeling, 'There was a teacher."
The teacher was still alive, so he sought her out and asked the old but still alert lady what magic formula she had used to pull these boys out of the slums into successful achievement.
The teacher's eyes sparkled and her lips broke into a gentle smile. "It's really very simple," she said. "I loved those boys."
Eric Butterworth
DURIAN.... MY NASI DURIAN MEMORY...
Salam semua…
It has been a while since the very last time I updated my blog. Actually, my workload has become a mountain… and my company procedure in internet usage become so strict for the past few weeks. They have been trying to chase staff who used internet excessively… (I guessed I was one of them apart from I am using the legal internet access while most of them using Firefox or Metacafe). Heard from my colleagues, they might be issued with warning letter… if only I was in that condition.. it is a nightmare…!!! Just wishing that they won’t block blogspot or else…I dunno what to do during my free hours. It is terrible indeed to learn that many websites already filtered and blocked by IT.
Durian season… actually nowadays you can find durian at anytime. Not like maybe 20-30 years ago when people will rushed back to kampung when the season begin. Me myself didn’t have the opportunity to do so nowadays especially when the budget getting tight and time doesn’t permits to do that… oh anyway, I want to share one of my memory of durian season back in… hmm.. I can’t remember exactly the year..but let’s consider it as my childhood memories with my late grandfather.
As far as I can remember, it was during my primary school years when I was living with Atok & Ucu. When the season arrived, my compulsory activity was to get up early and search for durian in the small kebun belongs to Atok. Durian Kampung always tastes better. We made a lot of dishes using durian beside having it like that…
Pulut durian, santan durian, gula durian, bubur kacang durian…. The unique one that I bet you may never always seen it is Nasi Durian. I remembered one day during lunchtime… first time ever I discovered a meal call nasi Durian when Atok made it for his lunch. Nasi Durian composed with Hot Cooked Rice, A Few Pieces of Durian, Coconut Milk (cooked with salt to taste…never take it uncooked..!!) and sugar… I tried once that time but it can’t never get into my throat… hehehe…
It has been a while since the very last time I updated my blog. Actually, my workload has become a mountain… and my company procedure in internet usage become so strict for the past few weeks. They have been trying to chase staff who used internet excessively… (I guessed I was one of them apart from I am using the legal internet access while most of them using Firefox or Metacafe). Heard from my colleagues, they might be issued with warning letter… if only I was in that condition.. it is a nightmare…!!! Just wishing that they won’t block blogspot or else…I dunno what to do during my free hours. It is terrible indeed to learn that many websites already filtered and blocked by IT.
Durian season… actually nowadays you can find durian at anytime. Not like maybe 20-30 years ago when people will rushed back to kampung when the season begin. Me myself didn’t have the opportunity to do so nowadays especially when the budget getting tight and time doesn’t permits to do that… oh anyway, I want to share one of my memory of durian season back in… hmm.. I can’t remember exactly the year..but let’s consider it as my childhood memories with my late grandfather.
As far as I can remember, it was during my primary school years when I was living with Atok & Ucu. When the season arrived, my compulsory activity was to get up early and search for durian in the small kebun belongs to Atok. Durian Kampung always tastes better. We made a lot of dishes using durian beside having it like that…
Pulut durian, santan durian, gula durian, bubur kacang durian…. The unique one that I bet you may never always seen it is Nasi Durian. I remembered one day during lunchtime… first time ever I discovered a meal call nasi Durian when Atok made it for his lunch. Nasi Durian composed with Hot Cooked Rice, A Few Pieces of Durian, Coconut Milk (cooked with salt to taste…never take it uncooked..!!) and sugar… I tried once that time but it can’t never get into my throat… hehehe…
Until last year, when I was carrying Eiman… suddenly I missed Atok so much. He passed away in 1994…and there was the day when my husband bought durian and suddenly I was so tempted to re-try my Atoks’ favourite ‘durian-based’ dish. And it was the moment I re-discovered Nasi Durian was so delicious and promised to keep it as a heritage (even not in Malaysia…but in my family). I cooked it two days ago. And Anis loves it. But beware..!!! Something tastes good not always good for health… SENDIRI MAU INGAT MAAA….!!!
First of all… DURIAN itself contains enormous amount of fat and sugar. With additional sugar and fat from the coconut milk.. can you imagine?
It doesn’t mean you can’t have it… you can… but not in a huge amount and frequent. Yes.. 20-30 years ago, durian season once a year … maybe that is the reason old folks can keep themselves fit and free from those critical illness compare to nowadays.
I will definitely have it once a year… so far it is more than enough to satisfy my craves… and of course, to keep my childhood memories with Atok remains……
First of all… DURIAN itself contains enormous amount of fat and sugar. With additional sugar and fat from the coconut milk.. can you imagine?
It doesn’t mean you can’t have it… you can… but not in a huge amount and frequent. Yes.. 20-30 years ago, durian season once a year … maybe that is the reason old folks can keep themselves fit and free from those critical illness compare to nowadays.
I will definitely have it once a year… so far it is more than enough to satisfy my craves… and of course, to keep my childhood memories with Atok remains……
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)