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Twelve Days of Christmas
There is one Christmas Carol that has always baffles us. What in the world do leaping lords, French hens, swimming swans, and especially the partridge who won't come out of the pear tree have to do with Christmas?
From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember.
The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ.
Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments.
Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love.
The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John.
The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.
The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation.
Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit--Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership and Mercy.
The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.
Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit--Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness and Self-Control.
The ten lords a-leaping were the ten commandments.
The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples.
The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in the Apostles' Creed.
So there is your history for today. This knowledge was shared with me and I found it interesting and enlightening and now you know how that strange song became a Christmas Carol...
Merry Twelve Days of Christmas Everyone
The Irreplaceable Void
Four years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.
There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.
With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:
"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles.. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."
At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.
A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten.. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.
However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy...
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."
After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say...
I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help opening the letter before they turn to ash.
And one of the letters broke my heart...
"Dear Mummy,
I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room.. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think.. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear? "
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife...
For the females with children:
Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.
For the married men:
Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients. Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? Or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.
For those singles out there:
Beauty lies in loving yourself first. With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.
Zimbabwe and Hyper Inflation
This is what it looks like in Zimbabwe. Inflation at 231 million % a year has meant 25 million Zimbabwe Dollars equals to just 1 US Dollar.
Visiting the neighborhood grocer!
Some pocket money!
Awesome price tag!
This is how people pay in restaurants!
The bill of course!
The 100 billion dollar note in circulation!
They are now releasing a 100 TRILLION banknote… If you want to feel like a trillionaire for a few days, a holiday to Zimbabwe will surely give you that feeling!
And 1 trillion = $33 USD..
In 1980 ZMD was equivalent to British pounds and now!
This is what we call Hyper Inflation!
Honeymoon
Once upon a time in China, there lived a happy couple, Mr. & Mrs.Chan with their 3 lovely daughters: Elaine, Ena & Ella.
The 3 daughters were brought up in a prim-and-proper way and when they reached 20, they were still virgins.
Years passed, and it was time to get them married. So, the parents found them the most suitable 'leng chais'(handsome guys). They got married and were preparing to set-off on their honeymoon.
As 'concerned' parents, Mr.& Mrs. Chan were curious about their daughters' first-night experience. So, before the daughters went on their respective honeymoons, Mrs. Chan told them, 'Your father & I want to know about your 1st night encounters and whether you are satisfied. Write a letter to us, but so as not to raise your husbands' curiosity... you all must use a code to describe your experiences. '
So, the excited daughters were off. A week passed. Mr. & Mrs. Chan got the first letter. It was from Elaine.
They opened the letter and found the word STANDARD CHARTERED.
They immediately took the newspaper and looked for the Standard Chartered advertisement. 'Ah! Here it is!!!!' .. exclaimed Mr. Chan. The motto for Standard Chartered was:
'BIG, STRONG & FRIENDLY.' Mr. & Mrs. Chan were happy.
A week later, they got another letter. This time it was from Ena. The content was simple.. 'NESCAFE'. So again they took the newspaper and looked for the Nescafe ad. 'Ah! here it is..
'NESCAFE: PLEASURE TILL THE LAST DROP.' Mr.. and Mrs. Chan jumped for joy.
Another week passed. A month passed. 2 months passed. There was still no letter from Ella. The Chans became worried.
Finally, the letter came. It was scribbled and could hardly be read, but Mrs. Chan managed to figure it out. The code was 'PHILIPPINE AIRLINES'.
Mr.Chan, confused on why she chose Philippine Airlines, rushed to the nearest store and got a newspaper. He flipped the pages frantically. ....... 'Ah! Here it is!!!' Mrs.Chan grabbed the page and read aloud.
Before she could finish...THUMP! !!...she fell off her chair...
The Airline's motto was...
'7 TIMES A WEEK. 4 TO 6 TIMES A DAY. NON-STOP....
The 3 daughters were brought up in a prim-and-proper way and when they reached 20, they were still virgins.
Years passed, and it was time to get them married. So, the parents found them the most suitable 'leng chais'(handsome guys). They got married and were preparing to set-off on their honeymoon.
As 'concerned' parents, Mr.& Mrs. Chan were curious about their daughters' first-night experience. So, before the daughters went on their respective honeymoons, Mrs. Chan told them, 'Your father & I want to know about your 1st night encounters and whether you are satisfied. Write a letter to us, but so as not to raise your husbands' curiosity... you all must use a code to describe your experiences. '
So, the excited daughters were off. A week passed. Mr. & Mrs. Chan got the first letter. It was from Elaine.
They opened the letter and found the word STANDARD CHARTERED.
They immediately took the newspaper and looked for the Standard Chartered advertisement. 'Ah! Here it is!!!!' .. exclaimed Mr. Chan. The motto for Standard Chartered was:
'BIG, STRONG & FRIENDLY.' Mr. & Mrs. Chan were happy.
A week later, they got another letter. This time it was from Ena. The content was simple.. 'NESCAFE'. So again they took the newspaper and looked for the Nescafe ad. 'Ah! here it is..
'NESCAFE: PLEASURE TILL THE LAST DROP.' Mr.. and Mrs. Chan jumped for joy.
Another week passed. A month passed. 2 months passed. There was still no letter from Ella. The Chans became worried.
Finally, the letter came. It was scribbled and could hardly be read, but Mrs. Chan managed to figure it out. The code was 'PHILIPPINE AIRLINES'.
Mr.Chan, confused on why she chose Philippine Airlines, rushed to the nearest store and got a newspaper. He flipped the pages frantically. ....... 'Ah! Here it is!!!' Mrs.Chan grabbed the page and read aloud.
Before she could finish...THUMP! !!...she fell off her chair...
The Airline's motto was...
'7 TIMES A WEEK. 4 TO 6 TIMES A DAY. NON-STOP....
Can You Con
An Indian discovered that nobody can create a FOLDER anywhere on the computer which can be named as “CON”. This is something pretty cool and unbelievable.. At Microsoft the whole team, including Bill Gates, couldn’t answer why this happened!
So, inform about this to all your friends. TRY IT NOW, IT WILL NOT CREATE "CON” FOLDER. Try to rename the New Folder as CON or con it will not accept.
So, inform about this to all your friends. TRY IT NOW, IT WILL NOT CREATE "CON” FOLDER. Try to rename the New Folder as CON or con it will not accept.
Interesting Things
Here are some interesting, but true facts, that you may or may not have known.
The Statue of Liberty’s index finger is eight feet long.
Rain has never been recorded in some parts of the Atacama Desert in Chile.
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A 75 year old person will have slept about 23 years.
A Boeing 747’s wing span is longer than the Wright brother’s first flight. The Wright brother’s invented the airplane.
There are as many chickens on earth as there are humans.
One type of hummingbird weighs less than a penny.
The word “set ” has the most number of definitions in the English language: 192.
Slugs have four noses.
Sharks can live up to 100 years.
Mosquitoes are more attracted to the color blue than any other color.
Kangaroos can’t walk backwards.
About 75 acres of pizza are eaten in in the U.S. everyday.
The largest recorded snowflake was 15 inches wide and 8 inches thick. It fell in Montana in 1887.
The tip of a bullwhip moves so fast that the sound it makes is actually a tiny sonic boom.
Former president Bill Clinton only sent 2 emails in his entire 8 year presidency.
Koalas and humans are the only animals that have finger prints.
There are 200,000,000 insects for every one human.
It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery had in it to begin with.
The world’s largest Montessori school is in India, with 26,312 students in 2002.
Octopus have three hearts.
If you ate too many carrots, you’d turn orange.
The average person spends two weeks waiting for a traffic light to change.
1 in 2,000,000,000 people will live to be 116 or old
The body has 2-3 million sweat glands.
Sperm whales have the biggest brains: 20 lbs.
Tiger shark embryos fight each other in their mother’s womb. The survivor is born.
Most cats are left pawed.
250 people have fallen off the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
A Blue whale’s tongue weighs more than an elephant.
You use 14 muscles to smile and 43 to frown. Keep Smiling!
Know Your True Value
Know Your True Value
A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a 500 $ note. In the room of 200 Peoples,
He asked, “Who would like this 500 $ note?”
Hands started going up.
He said, “I am going to give this note to one of you but first let me do this.”
He proceeded to crumple the note up.
He then asked, “Who still wants it?”
Still the hands were up in the air.
“Well,” he replied, “What if I do this?”
And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty.
“Now who still wants it?”
Still the hands went into the air.
“My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson.
No matter what I did to the money.
You still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth 500.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless.
But no matter what has happened or what will happen.
Never lose your value. You are special. Don’t ever forget it! Never let yesterday’s disappointments overshadow tomorrow’s dreams.
A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a 500 $ note. In the room of 200 Peoples,
He asked, “Who would like this 500 $ note?”
Hands started going up.
He said, “I am going to give this note to one of you but first let me do this.”
He proceeded to crumple the note up.
He then asked, “Who still wants it?”
Still the hands were up in the air.
“Well,” he replied, “What if I do this?”
And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty.
“Now who still wants it?”
Still the hands went into the air.
“My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson.
No matter what I did to the money.
You still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth 500.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless.
But no matter what has happened or what will happen.
Never lose your value. You are special. Don’t ever forget it! Never let yesterday’s disappointments overshadow tomorrow’s dreams.
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