Saturday, January 30, 2010
Don't judge a book by its cover
Some time ago a friend of mine saw me driving a car with luck charms and amulets and beads and he was very surprised - what happened to me? Just like me, he got very curious and anxious and doubts began to rise... until...
One day we met, he questioned me of the origins and reasons why I place those charms and beads n amulets in my car. I responded candidly, "That's not my car. I just drive it."
He heaved a loud sigh of relief. I was annoyed, "Come on... where's your faith on me?"
He smiled.
Well, conclusion is - Don't judge a book by its cover.
Cut-off Slam finger door die graft
Cut-off Slam finger door die graft
One day when Julianna was twelve years old, she rushed out her front door on her way to dance class. She slammed the door behind her as she hurried to catch her ride, but the door closed before all of her fingers followed her body across the threshold. Now you have probably have slammed your fingers in a door a time or two, and can remember wincing a bit. But Julianna never does anything half-way.
She jerked to a sudden halt, spun around quickly, and saw her appendages trapped in the closed door. When she opened the door to remove her hand, she was horrified to discover that all of it was not there. She had amputated the upper third of her second right finger.
"Help! Somebody help me! I've just cut off my finger!" Fortunately, the woman picking her up for dance class was a nurse. She rushed to the screaming ballerina.
"Julianna, where's your mom?" she asked.
"She's not here," Julianna answered between sobs.
"Nobody's here but Daniel."
"Quick," the neighbor instructed, "Let's put some pressure on that nub. Daniel, come help us!" she yelled. Daniel, Julianna's fifteen-year-old brother, ran down the stairs at the cry for help.
"Julianna's just cut her finger off. You have to find it. We've got to put it in ice and take her to the hospital right away." A pale-faced Daniel went to the scene of the accident. As he hung his head, he saw the finger lying at his feet. Trying not to lose his breakfast, Daniel picked up his sister's digit in a towel and handed it over to the nurse.
Well the good news is that they got to the hospital in time. The skilled doctor put Humpty-Dumpty back together again and told them to pray that the finger would reattach.
"We'll keep our fingers crossed," he said with a grin as he walked out of the treatment room. A few days later Julianna unwrapped the bandages, afraid of what she might find underneath. What she saw was not a pretty sight. Instead of a finger, she saw a black mushroom-like thimble sitting atop her nub.
"Doctor, we took the bandage off today. It's black and crusty and looks like a mushroom cap," her mom reported.
"It looks dead."
"That's fine," he reassured her.
"Don't worry. If nature is working properly, and it sounds like it is, the top will turn black, but underneath, nerves and blood vessels are reattaching. Underneath the thimble, a new finger is forming. She needs the old part in order for the new part to form underneath. In about three weeks, we'll know if the procedure worked. Just keep it wrapped and clean."
A few weeks after the accident, Julianna came to spend the night with us while she was attending a dance camp in my hometown. I had the pleasure of her company and the displeasure of changing her bandage. Her description was accurate.
Four weeks after Julianna had returned home, she wrote me a thank-you note for having her in our home. She ended by saying, "P.S. Guess what? My crusty thimble fell off and I have a new finger!" Now don't ask me how this happened. It is a mystery to me. But scripture tells of another mystery that is just as amazing.
Another grafting process that is just as miraculous. When God warned Adam and Eve not to eat of fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, He told them that their punishment for disobedience would be death. They did eat - and immediately their spirits died- their zoe life was taken away and they were cut off from God. As a result, every person after that time has been born with a dead spirit, including you and me. But God didn't leave us that way.
God demonstrated His love toward us, that while we were still a sinner (cut off, dead, rotten to the core), Christ died for us and made it possible for us to be grafted onto the living root - Himself (Romans 5:8, Romans 11:17). At the very moment we accept Jesus Christ as our Savior, we receive a new living spirit (zoe life) to replace our old dead spirit.
In the twinkling of an eye - in the time it takes for us to say, "I believe," we become a spiritually new creation. However, God's process of shaping and molding us into the image of Christ, takes a lifetime. That process is how to become spiritually beautiful. Paul tells us: "And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit" (2 Corinthians 3:18 NIV).
Reflecting the Lord's glory!
I know of no other beauty treatment that will make a woman truly beautiful.
Let's Pray
Dear Heavenly Father, I know I became a new creation in Christ when I became a Christian. But sometimes, I just feel like the same old me. Please help me to become more conformed to the image of Christ today. Take away whatever needs to be taken away to reveal the beauty of You that is in my heart. Help me to be spiritually beautiful today and always. In Jesus' Name, Amen
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Body Arm Tattoos designed with gentle nature
This morning while at work, two men walked in - bodies and arms engraved with huge tattoos of unexplainable design (in my vocabulary world). Thin and skinny. Their cheeks looked sunken. Yah, they're slightly aged (around 40's) but the sunkenness of the cheek.. with the tattoos on... it sends a message to me automatically.
Surprisingly when I talked to one of them, he was very polite, face full with smiles, and he was very gentle in nature. So unlike other clients, even those without tattoo, in office look, tuxedos.. he speaks better manners than the rest of them. The other was quiet, hasty in nature, but smiles, which surprises me also.
The usuall tattooed clients of mine do not smile. Even when they talked, they'd do it in a threatening tone. But these two people got me wondering and I just could not understand.
"OOOOoooo CC!!!"
Monday, January 25, 2010
Puppy hit by car accident fractured leg treat
Puppy hit by car accident fractured leg treat
This morning two young guys walked in nervously – Do you guys treat dog?
“Yah, we do,” I replied.
“Broken leg, you do?”
“Yah, we do.”
"How do you treat it?”
“Bring it in and let us see it.”
Then the two guys brought in 2 puppies – one with a leg badly fractured.
“I reversed my car, and found these two puppies crying after that.” One of the guy said.
“These your dogs?”
"No, they’re stray. I don’t know where they came from. Suddenly they went underneath my tyre.”
“Treating a fractured leg would cost much. You willing to do so?”
“Yah, what to do? I banged onto him.”
It is the morale behind the story that brightens my day. It was their responsible, compassionate spirit that twisted my ugly glasses toward mankind.
Although 9 devils roam around, I manage to bump into 1 angel.
That’s good news to me! ;-)
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Venus Jupiter Universe Halley's Comet return
Monday, January 11, 2010
What grace is this? It's the Father's grace - Paderewski, great pianist
What grace is this? It's the Father's grace.
Years ago, in a large southeastern city, the great pianist, Paderewski, was scheduled to perform. The city was alive with excitement and the day finally came. In the crowd at the concert was a young mother clutching the hand of her small son. Hoping to inspire him to practice, she had brought him to hear the master perform. As they sat and waited for the concert to begin, she turned her head to look at the people as they filled the auditorium.
The little boy saw his chance to escape. He quietly slipped from his seat, walking down the aisle toward the stage. Just as he reached the orchestra pit, a spotlight hit the grand piano and he gasped at the beauty of the instrument. No one noticed the little boy as he slipped up the side stairs to the stage and climbed up on the piano stool. No one noticed him at all, until he began to play "Chopsticks".
The concert hall fell silent. Then people began to shout. "Get him away from that piano!" Backstage, the Master heard the crowd and grabbing his coat, rushed to the little boy's side.
Without a word, he bent down and, placing his hands on either side of the boy's, began to compose a beautiful counter melody to "Chopsticks". As they played together, he whispered in the little boy's ear, "Don't stop! Keep on! Don't quit!"
Right now, right where you are, understand that your Father is standing beside you, with His arms wrapped around you. Listen as He gently speaks, "Don't stop! Keep on! Don't quit!"
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Blood clot / stroke - indicator early treatment
อาการบ่งชี้ 4 อย่างของเส้นเลือดอุดตันในสมอง
I will continue to forward this every time it comes around!
ไม่ว่าจะได้รับเมล์นี้อีกกี่ครั
STROKE:Remember the 1st Three Letters....S.T.R.
เส้นเลือดอุดตันในสมอง (Stroke) ให้จำไว้ว่า อักษร 3 ตัวแรกคือ S.T.R
My nurse friend sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word.
I agree.
เพื่อนพยาบาลส่งเมล์นี้มาให้ และสนับสนุนให้ฉันส่งต่อไปอี
If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks.
Seriously..
ถ้าเราสามารถจำสิ่งง่ายๆเหล่านี
Please read:
STROKE IDENTIFICATION:
อาการบ่งชี้ของเส้นเลือดอุดตั
During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) .she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.
ระหว่างงานเลี้ยงบาร์บีคิว เพื่อนคนหนึ่งสะดุดล้มลงไปกองกั
They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening
ทุกคนช่วยกันปั
Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pm Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die. they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.
หลังจากนั้น สามีของ Ingrid โทรหาเพื่อนๆทุกคนว่า ภรรยาเขาถูกนำตัวส่งโรงพยาบาล (และเสียชีวิตในเวลา 6 นาฬิกา) เธอมีอาการของเส้นเลือดอุดตั
It only takes a minute to read this...
ใช้เวลาอ่านบทความนี้เพียงไม่กี
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.
แพทย์ด้านประสาทวิทยากล่าวว่า ถ้าแพทย์สามารถไปถึงตัวผู้ป่
RECOGNIZING A STROKE
ต้องรู้ก่อนว่ามันคือเส้นเลื
Thank God for the sense to remember the '3' steps, STR . Read and Learn!
ขอบคุณพระเจ้าที่หาวิธีจำง่
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
บางครั้งอาการของโรคเส้นเลื
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
หมอบอกว่า คนที่ยืนอยู่รอบข้างก็สามารถรู้
S *Ask the individual to SMILE.
S คือบอกให้ผู้ป่วย ยิ้ม
T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
(i.e.. It is sunny out today.)
T คือบอกให้ผู้ป่วยพูด โดยอาจจะเป็นประโยคง่ายๆ เช่น วันนี้อากาศดีนะ
R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
R คือบอกให้ผู้ป่วยยกแขนทั้งสองข้
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.
ถ้าผู้ป่วยมีความลำบากในการทำข้
New Sign of a Stroke -------- Stick out Your Tongue
สัญญาณใหม่ของเส้นเลือดสมองอุ
NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue.. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other, that is also an indication of a stroke.
หมายเหตุ: สัญญาณอีกประการหนึ่งก็คือ ลองให้ผู้ป่วยแลบลิ้นออกมา หากลิ้นมีลักษณะม้วนงอ ตกไปด้านใดด้านหนึ่ง นั่นคือข้อบ่งชี้ว่ามีอาการเส้
Friday, January 08, 2010
Cherokee legend youth rite (red indian)
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage?
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him an leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone.
Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.
He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.
The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him .. Maybe even some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!
Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold.
It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.
He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.
We, too, are never alone.
Even when we don't know it, God is watching over us, Sitting on the stump beside us.
When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.
Moral of the story:
Just because you can't see God,
Doesn't mean He is not there.
"For we walk by faith, not by sight."
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Government Service Tax (GST)
Go, Squeeze Them (GST).
Our Rakyat do not fully understand the implication of GST, until it is implemented and prices of goods spiralling upwards. By then it is too late.
A rich country like Singapore introduced GST at 3%.
A poor Malaysia wants to implement GST at 4%
GST is a multi-stage tax system. ( TRY TO UNDERSTAND THIS !!!!!)
Everything the sellers sold, from manufacturer, wholesaler to retailers, collect GST for the government. Unlike the the current sales and service tax (SST) is a single-stage tax. Only one party along the supply chain collect the SST for the government. If the manufacturer collects the tax, the rest are not allowed to collect.
Just imagine every seller add GST when they sell. ( READ N TRY TO UNDERSTAND THIS !!!!! )
For example: The current Sales Tax for Toilet soap is 10%. With GST, the manufacturer pays 4% to the govt when he sells it to the Wholesaler, the Wholesaler pays the govt another 4% when he sells to a Retailer; and when the Retailer sells it to the Consumer, he pays another 4% to the govt. The Consumer actually ends up paying more than 12% in cummulative GSTs for the same piece of soap or > 20% more in taxes. (10% vs 12%+++)
1) Manufacture to Wholesaler - RM 1.00 + 4% ( RM 0.04 ) = 1.04
2) Wholesaler to Retailer - RM 1.04 + 4% ( RM 0.42) = 1.082
3) Retailer to Consumer ( idiots like you and me )
YOU AND I HAVE TO PAY A TOTAL TAX OF 12.5% or RM 0.125 FOR EVERY RINGGIT OF THE MANUFACTURERS PRICE ON THIS THREE TIERS SYSTEM
If the supply chain is longer than 3 stages, the consumer ends up paying 4% more for each addition stage. Eg Manufacturer to Agent (4%) to Wholsaler (4%) to Retailer (4%) to Consumer (4%).. Total 16% ++++ (vs 10%) or 60% more in taxes!!!!
( This final price that idiots like you and me have to pay is
RM 1.17 equivalent to 17% TAX or RM0.17 for every Ringgit of the manufacturers price) on this FOUR tiers system
If the GST is not stopped, the Rakyat will ended up paying very very very high prices for everything. ( that is why it is call the GO, SQUEEZE THEM - GST )
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
The Relevance of Augustine Paul (judge, lawyer, malaysia)
The Relevance of Augustine Paul
A meditation about the difficulty of celebrating the accomplishments or
mourning the death of Augustine Paul, the Federal Court Judge, who passed
away on 2 January 2010 from pancreatic cancer.
There is no denial that Datuk Seri S. Augustine Paul, was an accomplished
man. I have reproduced the write up about him from the Federal Court website
due course. But let's just run by some of the highlights all the same.
Augustine Paul had a wide and varied legal experience with stints as a
Federal Counsel and thereafter sitting as a Magistrate, Senior Assistant
Registrar, a Sessions Judge before being promoted to Judicial Commissioner.
His rise after that from the High Court Judge to the Federal Court was
meteoric. He was active in hockey and church. Sacrificed his time to be an
external examiner for universities. He was intellectually active and wrote
prolifically, writing and editing several books that have become standard
references in practice, presented papers whenever he had time and
opportunity. All that on top of his job as a judge.
We would and should ordinarily be mourning his death and celebrating his
accomplishments and what he stood for in life on his death. This is natural
for such accomplishments are deserving of a celebration.
But I, and I suspect others too, have difficulty in either mourning
Augustine Paul the Judge or celebrating his achievements. But truth be told,
we want to mourn or celebrate him. After all, he is a human being like us
when we get down to it. The passing away of one is always occasion for
either, more so when that person is a Federal Court Judge, one of the
handful of judges who sit in the highest and most powerful court in our
country. But why this difficulty?
Sadly, it is due to the man himself. Augustine Paul was a judge. As one, he
was tasked with one of the most challenging and difficult job in civilized
society - to be a fountain of justice; to ensure that the waters of justice
run freely, deeply and clearly into society; to direct its course so that it
may cleanse the stained fabric of our nation. It is not a task for
everybody. It is a task for only the ablest of men and women in our society
- those who not simply possess but exemplify the virtues of honesty,
intellect, courage, a strong will, emotional stability, humility, patience,
incorruptibility, mercy and always remembering their humanity. Many fail.
Few escape with their reputation fully intact. Only a rare handful will have
the privilege of walking down the corridor of history.
Augustine Paul will not walk down that corridor. Though he may have believed
he was doing right, in the final analysis, his conduct on the bench and his
written judgments will show that he had little to do with striving for
justice. We will find that his conduct and judgments were very much in
favour of the government in power in crucial cases. This was seen most
vividly when he was a Judicial Commissioner hearing the Dato' Seri Anwar
Ibrahim trial and reinforced throught his career. And for his abilities and
judgments, he was rewarded magnificently - a Judicial Commissioner in 1996;
High Court Judge in 1998; Court of Appeal Judge in 2003 and Federal Court in
2005. A Sessions Court Judge to a Federal Court Judge in less than 10 years.
And that is where our difficulty lies: he was a judge; he took an oath to
uphold the Federal Constitution and the cause of justice; he may have
thought he did it, but that is not enough. We, the public, must feel he did
it too. If not that is not justice but merely favouring one over the other.
His oath (which can be found in the 6th Schedule of the Federal
Constitution) reads as follows:
"I, ....., having been elected (or appointed) to the office of ......... do
solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully discharge the duties of
that office to the best of my ability, that I will bear true faith and
allegiance to Malaysia, and will preserve, protect and defend its
Constitution."
'Malaysia' in that oath does not just mean the Chief Justice, the Prime
Minister or Barisan Nasional; it means all of us. That's whom his faith and
allegiance should have been to, each and every one of us - the rakyat. And
there lies the difficulty - how do you celebrate or mourn for someone who
has betrayed you so irretrievably, so steadfastly, without even a shudder of
remorse? How?
You may rightly ask, why should someone like me, who didn't like him and
complained about his judgments most of the time now feel sad about not being
able to celebrate his achievements or mourn for him? I confess I was
surprised I felt this way at all. I really thought that I would be quite
happy to read of his death and even celebrate it with friends. But when I
actually read the news report, I felt quite sad but didn't understand why.
After thinking it over, I can't claim it is the answer but the following
explanation does carry some resonance with me. As I have pointed out
earlier, Augustine Paul for all his failings, was a human being. As I am. As
we both are. And therein lies our commonality - our bond of humanity. But
obstructing our bond, are his accomplishments.
So where does this sadness come from? It burns from my inability to
reconcile myself to him because of what he did as a judge. It festers
because, for me, he refused to redeem himself as a judge by doing justice in
his final act as one. If he had written one powerful dissent despite its
futility in one of those crucial cases, that would suffice to celebrate
Augustine Paul the judge. If he did one heroic act of justice like lodge a
police report revealing the corrupt acts that have gone or are going on in
the judiciary before he left us all, we would not simply mourn Augustine
Paul the judge, but the man as well. But he did nothing.
I must make it very clear that in the above, I only consider him as a judge.
Not in other capacities. This is because I, like much of society, only know
him as a judge, nothing else. He was not my father, friend or family. He may
have been great in those other roles. But I don't know and it is none of my
business.
And this brings me to the part I cannot understand. Why do people blessed
with such power, influence and such abilities to do great and good things to
further the cause of justice do otherwise? Why do men so possessed of such
wealth of intellect, eloquence and learning soil their entire familial
heritage in the pursuit of mere money and superficial privilege?
Do they not see that they soil their own name when they do so? Do they not
see that they disgrace the name of their fathers and mothers and their
children's as well (because their names are contained there)? Do they not
see that all that money, title and things will eventually dissipate and the
only good thing we can leave our name and the good we brought to others?
Have they lost knowing the pleasure and wholesome pride it stirs in someone
when they are told their father/mother was good and honest, dependable,
someone who can be counted to act in the cause of justice, not just her
name?
I can only feel for Augustine Paul with what he has left us.
And that is an irreconcilable sadness of what could have been.
warmest regards
Lynda
Friday, January 01, 2010
Trust in Jesus (God)
Jesus went with him, the whole crowd tagging along, pushing and jostling him." (Mark 5:21-24, MSG) Along the way, Jesus healed a woman who had suffered from a bleeding disorder for twelve long years. Jesus said that her faith made her well. "Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now you're healed and whole. Live well, lived blessed! Be healed of your plague." (Mark 5:34, MSG) "
While he was still talking, some people came from the leader's house and told him, "Your daughter is dead. Why bother the Teacher any more?" Jesus overheard what they were talking about and said to the leader, "Don't listen to them; just trust me."
There are times when things happen, we're thrown into a mud of confusion - so many people blabbering different "truths", doing different things and we wonder - what am I doing here?
Perhaps this is wat God is telling me today - don't listen to them, just trust in Jesus.
Perhaps that's the best word of comfort I have so far.