http://www.oprah.com/spirit/How-to-Get-Motivated-to-Change-Your-Lifestyle-LLuminari-Guide
http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/Motivate-Yourself-8-Top-Coaches-Offer-Advice
inspiring true stories
http://www.oprah.com/world/Guys-Who-Are-Saving-the-World-Men-Who-Do-Good-Male-Heroes
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Pinterest-ting
it has been a while since i didnt blog..
as i found my new mate, Pinterest....
as i browse and browse, i found out soooo many interesting and cool things in the web...
at first i started to bookmark them..
at first i started to bookmark them..
bookmark and bookmark, and then creating them in bookmark folders and it continues to be soo many..
then i started to blog, keeping every resources online and keep the link as well as the pictures for future references.. and i found out, blogging is nicer than bookmark...
then i started to blog, keeping every resources online and keep the link as well as the pictures for future references.. and i found out, blogging is nicer than bookmark...
then as i started browsing and blogging, i found PINTEREST...
hey, it is even easier and cool-er.. indeed it is coolest... :)
so, if i found something interesting in the web, i just need to PIN IT, and it will appear in my profile, under certain boards (same as folders)...
and there are sooo many other Pin-ers in PINTEREST with so many cool referencess...
and there are sooo many other Pin-ers in PINTEREST with so many cool referencess...
oh my, now i cant stop my self checking my Pinterest everyday.. it became more addictive than facebook.. hahaha....
fyi, on my first two days, i had already 500 pins... hahaha.. crazy me, but there are really really tooo much cool stuffs out there in the web...
so, you need to start pin-ing and let me remind you, it is addictive... :)
this is my link at Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/alenna/
so, you need to start pin-ing and let me remind you, it is addictive... :)
this is my link at Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/alenna/
see you there
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Inspirational Story: A Lesson to Teach
as i finished reading the previous story posted by Pravs World, i browsed the web (it has been a long time i didn't do it), and i came out this another touching story..
wonder whether this story is also touching for other people or only for me.. hehehe..
below is the story, posted by Pravs World here and i copied it.
Be sure to follow PW in twitter and FB to keep yourself updated...
wonder whether this story is also touching for other people or only for me.. hehehe..
below is the story, posted by Pravs World here and i copied it.
Be sure to follow PW in twitter and FB to keep yourself updated...
A Lesson to Teach
Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie.
Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs.Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs.Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.
But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to," After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.
By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs.Thompson did.
And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs.Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you."
Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook.
Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs.Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs.Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.
But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to," After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.
By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs.Thompson did.
And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs.Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you."
Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook.
Inspirational Story: Beautiful Pearls
This story is posted in Pravs World - one of my favorite websites that shares so many motivational and inspiring quotes and stories...
Here is the story:
Here is the story:
Beautiful Pearls
Jenny was a bright-eyed, pretty five-year-old girl.
One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace priced at $2.50. How she wanted that necklace, and when she asked her mother if she would buy it for her, her mother said, "Well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot of money. I'll tell you what. I'll buy you the necklace, and when we get home we can make up a list of chores that you can do to pay for the necklace.
And don't forget that for your birthday Grandma just might give you a whole dollar bill, too. Okay?" Jenny agreed, and her mother bought the pearl necklace for her.
Jenny worked on her chores very hard every day, and sure enough, her grandma gave her a brand new dollar bill for her birthday. Soon Jenny had paid off the pearls. How Jenny loved those pearls. She wore them everywhere to kindergarten, bed and when she went out with her mother to run errands.
The only time she didn't wear them was in the shower. Her mother had told her that they would turn her neck green!
Now Jenny had a very loving daddy. When Jenny went to bed, he would get up from his favorite chair every night and read Jenny her favorite story.
One night when he finished the story, he said, "Jenny, do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you," the little girl said.
"Well, then, give me your pearls."
"Oh! Daddy, not my pearls!" Jenny said. "But you can have Rosy, my favorite doll. Remember her? You gave her to me last year for my birthday. And you can have her tea party outfit, too. Okay?"
"Oh no, darling, that's okay." Her father brushed her cheek with a kiss. "Good night, little one."
A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her story, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you."
"Well, then, give me your pearls."
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember her? She's my favorite. Her hair is so soft, and you can play with it and braid it and everything. You can have Ribbons if you want her, "Daddy," the little girl said to her father.
"No, that's okay," her father said and brushed her cheek again with a kiss. God bless you, little one. Sweet dreams."
Several days later, when Jenny's father came in to read her a story, Jenny was sitting on her bed and her lip was trembling. " Here, Daddy," she said, and held out her hand. She opened it and her beloved pearl necklace was
inside. She let it slip into her father's hand.
With one hand her father held the plastic pearls and the other he pulled out of his pocket a blue velvet box. Inside of the box were real, genuine, beautiful pearls. He had had them all along. He was waiting for Jenny to give up the cheap stuff so he could give her the real thing.
So it is with GOD. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so he can give us beautiful treasure.
Isn't God good?
One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace priced at $2.50. How she wanted that necklace, and when she asked her mother if she would buy it for her, her mother said, "Well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot of money. I'll tell you what. I'll buy you the necklace, and when we get home we can make up a list of chores that you can do to pay for the necklace.
And don't forget that for your birthday Grandma just might give you a whole dollar bill, too. Okay?" Jenny agreed, and her mother bought the pearl necklace for her.
Jenny worked on her chores very hard every day, and sure enough, her grandma gave her a brand new dollar bill for her birthday. Soon Jenny had paid off the pearls. How Jenny loved those pearls. She wore them everywhere to kindergarten, bed and when she went out with her mother to run errands.
The only time she didn't wear them was in the shower. Her mother had told her that they would turn her neck green!
Now Jenny had a very loving daddy. When Jenny went to bed, he would get up from his favorite chair every night and read Jenny her favorite story.
One night when he finished the story, he said, "Jenny, do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you," the little girl said.
"Well, then, give me your pearls."
"Oh! Daddy, not my pearls!" Jenny said. "But you can have Rosy, my favorite doll. Remember her? You gave her to me last year for my birthday. And you can have her tea party outfit, too. Okay?"
"Oh no, darling, that's okay." Her father brushed her cheek with a kiss. "Good night, little one."
A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her story, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you."
"Well, then, give me your pearls."
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember her? She's my favorite. Her hair is so soft, and you can play with it and braid it and everything. You can have Ribbons if you want her, "Daddy," the little girl said to her father.
"No, that's okay," her father said and brushed her cheek again with a kiss. God bless you, little one. Sweet dreams."
Several days later, when Jenny's father came in to read her a story, Jenny was sitting on her bed and her lip was trembling. " Here, Daddy," she said, and held out her hand. She opened it and her beloved pearl necklace was
inside. She let it slip into her father's hand.
With one hand her father held the plastic pearls and the other he pulled out of his pocket a blue velvet box. Inside of the box were real, genuine, beautiful pearls. He had had them all along. He was waiting for Jenny to give up the cheap stuff so he could give her the real thing.
So it is with GOD. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so he can give us beautiful treasure.
Isn't God good?
What I learned from this story:
* the courage to give up the 'material' things we love from something more precious (her love to her dad is bigger than the pearls)
* teaching the kids, that they need to 'work hard' to get everything they want. some parents (especially working parents that have limited time with the kids) tend to 'compensate' their time-loss and try to show their love to the child by giving or buying things or toys or whatever the kids want. this will spoil the kids in long run.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sources of Crafting
Here is where i back-link (back up my link) hahaha...
all the great websites for crafting sources.. they link to many other cool websites..
great for me rather than i take down note somewhere else and forget where i wrote it when i am searching later.. and maybe useful for others as well..
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| http://www.papertreyink.com/ |
DIY: Scratch-off Ticket
i found this interesting diy of making scratch-off lottery tickets..
Here is another option with using only the paint...
in my country (indonesia), the most common scratch-off (besides lottery) is the back of 16-digit telephone pulse.
i thought this is something made in factory and can't hand-made..
so, i am very excited when i found out this diy...
thinks of so many things that can be done with this...
* not-so secret birthday cards
so, i am very excited when i found out this diy...
thinks of so many things that can be done with this...
* not-so secret birthday cards
* writing secret letters with the kids
* would like to give my moms so surprises by (maybe) keeping some surprise scratch-off tickets in hidden places.. hahhaha
but overall, this will be great.. just using acrylic paint..
i wont be able to try it now, but will keep it in my will-do list..
This is the how-to link:
Here is another option with using only the paint...
Happy trying...
Tons, Lots and Loads of IDEAS
Hi, my husband and I went to Barnes & Nobles yesterday...
don't know about you, but i prefer to spend hours and hours in bookstore rather than in boutiques or shopping malls.. hehehe
Usually i seek for books, but yesterday i browsed some crafts magazines... Find lots and lots of cool stuffs and websites and blogs there.. I noted down few, for later viewing at home..
so, here i am, at home started to browse..
i just started two sources:
www.ikatbags.com.
ScrappySusanDrupe.com
And of my GOD... just reading and browsing through their website, there are so many links to so many other cools blogs and so many cool inspirations... and i think i start HOARDING... hoard the ideas, the creativity. hahaha...
i started to click and right-click and saved and saved bookmarks and saved so many pictures, patterns, how-to tutorials.. oh no.. how can these people be so super-duper creativee... adore them so muuuchh....
and these are just the two main websites i have on my notes, there are still lots going on... how can i finish them all???
suddenly, i thought, why i didn't post it and and just link everything. it will just be way easier...
okay.. i will start then...
don't know about you, but i prefer to spend hours and hours in bookstore rather than in boutiques or shopping malls.. hehehe
Usually i seek for books, but yesterday i browsed some crafts magazines... Find lots and lots of cool stuffs and websites and blogs there.. I noted down few, for later viewing at home..
so, here i am, at home started to browse..
i just started two sources:
ScrappySusanDrupe.com
And of my GOD... just reading and browsing through their website, there are so many links to so many other cools blogs and so many cool inspirations... and i think i start HOARDING... hoard the ideas, the creativity. hahaha...
i started to click and right-click and saved and saved bookmarks and saved so many pictures, patterns, how-to tutorials.. oh no.. how can these people be so super-duper creativee... adore them so muuuchh....
and these are just the two main websites i have on my notes, there are still lots going on... how can i finish them all???
suddenly, i thought, why i didn't post it and and just link everything. it will just be way easier...
okay.. i will start then...
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