Saturday’s story: puppies for sale

Puppies for Sale
by unknwon

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about Nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he Felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”

“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”

“Sure,” said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle,”Here,Dolly!” he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up….

“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself To a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need Someone who understands.”

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.


Why Melbourne really is the most livable city in the world

Published on Meld Magazine: Why Melbourne really is the most livable city in the world, thanks to my editor for running it! :)
Despite expensive public transport, Meld's Marcella Purnama argues Melbourne is the world's most liveable city for international students

Despite expensive public transport, Meld’s Marcella Purnama argues Melbourne is the world’s most liveable city for international students. Photo Bentley Smith

INTERNATIONAL students generally complain about delayed trains, overpriced public transport, increasing rental fees, and expensive food in Melbourne. When news came out that the city had been named the world’s most liveable, I had my doubts. For people living here long-term, yes – maybe Melbourne was the most livable city in the world. But I was not so sure that was the case for the poor students who were often referred to as the “cash cow” of the city’s tertiary education industry.

But on a recent four-day holiday to Sydney, I began to realise why Melbourne was worthy of its title – even for international students. I have to say my holiday wasn’t a pleasant one overall, and after 24 hours in Sydney I was homesick – longing for a freshly brewed latte at my local Melbourne cafe, with poached eggs and smoked salmon on sourdough.

Then came the ultimate realisation: despite its flaws, I am proud to call Melbourne my home. Here’s why:

1. Melbourne may be the 21st most expensive city in the world, but Sydney is the 14th

Ever think your Melbourne rent is expensive? Well, Sydney tops that. While the average two-bedroom apartment in the heart of Melbourne costs at around $400-500 per week to rent, in Sydney, this goes up to $800 per week. Not to mention the price of food. I never managed to find a meal for under $10 – something that’s common in many of Melbourne’s cheap noodle, sushi or sandwich joins. I am still feeling the effect of my Sydney holiday on my bank account.

2. Sydney buses vs Melbourne trams

There are no trams in Sydney. Well, there are, but they’re not the main inner-city public transport system as they are in Melbourne. According to my friend who is a Sydney resident, trams are for tourists as they are quite expensive. Not only does Sydney have very pricy public transport fares (a weekly full-fare public transport cost ticket around $50, compared to $30 in Melbourne), but its bus system is also very different to Melbourne’s – and I have to say that it is quite confusing.

Sydney’s CBD is double the size of Melbourne’s and we had to explore it on foot (for once your expensive bus ticket is validated, you can’t use it anymore – no two-hour fare!) I came back to Melbourne in dire need of a foot massage.


Melbourne vs Sydney: an old rivalry

Melbourne vs Sydney: an old rivalry

3. The friendly people – or not

The first thing I did when I arrived in Sydney was visit the tourist information center at Darling Harbour. I expected a warm welcome, but the two ladies who were talking to each other behind the counter looked thoroughly annoyed that I had interrupted their voracious chatter. One of them replied to my questions in short and unhelpful sentences and resumed chatting. As the first point of contact for a Sydney newbie, she left me wondering about the hospitality of this tourist city.

4. Drivers, roads, jaywalkers, one-way roads, taxi zones, traffic…

I missed driving and walking in Melbourne. The drivers are so hot-blooded – honking everytime they have the chance, speeding through every yellow traffic light possible. Giving way to other drivers is a rare sight in Sydney. You want to drive in Sydney? You’ve got to earn it.

The jaywalkers are even worse. I don’t think they care about their safety, and they walk as if they are going to live forever. Crossing on the red is normal in Sydney – not just three seconds before it turns green, but when cars are going by. I have no idea why they think another minute of waiting will cause them such harm.

Sydney has lots of one-way streets, and an impossible amount of taxi-only parking. To drive and to find parking in Sydney was no easy task. Plus, the roads are so narrow, and oh, don’t even get me started on the traffic jams!

Sydney has its flaws, but I have to give special mention to the restaurants, which are genrally fancier and nicer than those in Melbourne. Trying the pastries at Adriano Zumbo’s restaurant, eating fresh seafood at Fish Market, and delighting in the succulent pork ribs at Hurricane were the highlights of my Sydney trip.

But the next time I’m waiting for a delayed train, experiencing four seasons in a day or paying for my expensive accommodation, I’ve vowed to try to be less judgmental about my adopted city. I am, after all, living in the most liveable city in the world.

Saturday’s story: Family

by unknown

family F A M I L Y

I bumped into a stranger as he passed by,
“Oh, excuse me Please” was my reply.
He said, “Please excuse me too; Wasn’t even watching for you.”
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My daughter stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.
“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.
She walked away, her little heart was broken.
I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God’s still small voice came to me and said,
“While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers she brought for you.
She picked them herself: pink, yellow and blue.
She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,
and you never saw the tears in her eyes.”

By this time, I felt very small,
and now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by her bed;
“Wake up, little girl, wake up,” I said.
“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”
She smiled, “I found ‘em, out by the tree.
I picked ‘em because they’re pretty like you.
I knew you’d like ‘em, especially the blue.”
I said, “Daughter, I’m sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”
She said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay. I love you anyway.”
I said, “Daughter, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”

Are you aware that:

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family – an unwise investment indeed.

So what is behind the story?

You know what is the full word of family?

FAMILY=(F)ather (A)nd (M)other, (I) (L)ove (Y)ou!

Fill life with love and bravery and we shall live a life uncommon.

Friends with Benefits (2011)

mp’s rating: 2.5/5

It basically has the same plot with No Strings Attached.

But less plot, more bedroom scenes.

While trying to avoid the clichés of Hollywood romantic comedies, Dylan and Jamie soon discover however that adding the act of sex to their friendship does lead to complications.

So the story. A guy and a girl, want to have casual sex, finally realised that it’s not going to happen, then they develop feelings for each other, and they become a couple. Sounds familiar?

Friends with Benefits is the type of movie, for me, which I’ll be using fast-forward button because I know where the story leads, and never to watch again. Is it that bad? Well, no, not really. I just have my own criticism because it’s Justin Timberlake (I just don’t think you can act because you can sing – see Mariah Carey [in Glitter], or Carey Underwood [in Soul Surfer] or Jennifer Lopez [in Back-up Plan, but I think she is better than the rest]).

However, if you have no other movie, I guess it’s okay to watch this to entertain you.


Tuesday’s Tale: The Waiting Game

Ohh, don’t we all love the waiting game (or to be precise, love the drama and hate the game)?

So guys, don’t make her wait! All girls don’t like to wait for their guys, especially when the guys have a reputation of being late all the time. She might wait at first, but don’t take her for granted, one day she might not be there to wait for you anymore… But if she does, never be late again, and never let her go…

“This is the story of a young man’s promise and a young woman’s patience. How long will she wait for the love of her life?