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integrity/
Sunday, January 28, 2007, 11:43 PM
heloo.................
integrity..........
hey!
lemme post about integrity.
integrity is actually like honesty.
sumthing like dat lah....
haha.

last thursday we went out to parkway parade..
we were having soo much fun...
suddenly,
we saw a guy drop his wallet as he was in a rush.
we tried to go after him but we were too late as he had already got a cab.
we opened up his wallet to find out his identity but with no avail.
but however...
we found a casg card and found out that his name was daniel
he also had about $500 in his wallet.
we were very tempted to steal it but knew that its wrong.
so, farhan decided to send it to the police station/
coming from a ppoor family, farhan thought of stealing some of the money for his family.
so, before he gave the wallet back to the police, he took a whooping $100.
so he gave the wallet back.
the next day, he had a guilty consions.
his giult took over him.
he went to the police station to give back the $100.
however, the owner had already gotten the wallet back.
so, farhan took the initiative to locate his house and give him back his money.
when he got there,he returned the money.
the owne was angry at first,
but thnked im later on.
he wanted to give farhan money for his integrity but he declined the offer.....

ability to suceed
Wednesday, January 24, 2007, 3:47 AM
there was once a guy.
his name was tan ah teck
teck had just finished his psle and had recieved his results.
he had done well and was posted to penguin sec school.

teck was tooo scared to go to school.
he alwaes had this fear that people will laugh at him.
you see...
teck is not an ordinary boy.
he was special.
on the first day of school,
teck took a deap breath as he stepped out of the car with the help of his parents.
once he stepped out, everyone around him stared at him..
and in a few moments, they were laughing their heads off.
teck was born with a disabity.
teck was small.
he was as small as a five year old.
he ignored the screams of laughter and walked slowly to the hall with his head up high.
although teck was small, he did not look down on himself.

when he first met his classmates, they mocked him at how small he was.
when the teacher asked him for his name, his voice was soo high pitched that evveryone started laughing.
they say he sounded like mickey mouse.
his eyes glistened with tears. but even so, he did not cry.
he was determined. determined to show the boys that he was able to do anything they could do.

he joined the chess club.
he was in the debate team.
soon....he was the only boy in class who got good marks for nearly every subject.
the boys in his class got jealous. they wanted to teach him a lesson.
after a particular day after pe,,,the guys followed teck to the toilet.
once there, pluto and jupiter followed him into the toilet while mars stood outside to keep a lookout.

teck heard his name being called out.
he turned around and that was the most fatal mistake of his life.
p and j beat him up like anything.
teck could not do anything.
he lay there being beaten up.
they flung him around amd round.
they dunked his head into the toilet bowl full of pee.

tecks head was hit onto the wall.
everything seemed blur to teck.
then he blacked out.


he woke up finding himself in hospital.
with broken legs.
he was lucky his hands were fine.
but however, the very next day was his exams.
he took his exams in bospital.
even with a throbbing headache.
he was determined.................

the results were out and teck was anxious.
all he wanted was to pass.
but he got more.
he got the highest in school.
when he went on stage...
he gave a short speech

"i want to thank all those people who laughed at me, you made me a better person.
i want to thank the guys who beat me up.
you gave me determination.
i want to thank al those who made me like this, and i want to thank God for giving me a mind like this, and a body which i know i will have forever, a body whoch i will apreciate no matter what.
and my parents, especially my mum who died after giving birth to me, and my dad who died due to drug abuse.
thank you."


tears could be seen being shed around the whole hall.
they realised he was strong on the inside.
they did not poke fun at him, but instead looked up to him.

tan ah teck, a great mind in a tiny body,

charity
Sunday, January 21, 2007, 11:41 PM
CHARITY

CHArity.

ONE DAY, ON THE WAY TO BROADRICK ROAD TO ATTEND A SOCCER CLASS, I SAW A VERY VERY VERY VERY POOR AND OLD BEGGER. HE WAS SOO OLD AND HAD WRINKES. WHEN I WALKED PAST HIM, HE SMELT LIKE ROTTEN, ROTTEN RUBBISH.
I WRINKLED MY NOSE AND WALKED PAST HIM WITHOUT EVEN REALISING THE PLEADING LOOK IN HIS EYES.

I PROCEEDED ON MY JOURNEY, MEETING MY BESTEST FRIEND, ILMI BILAL. I TOLD HIM ABOUT THE OLD BEGGAR. HE WAS SHOCKED. HE KNEW WHAT IT FELT LIKE AS HE WAS ONCE A FAMILY-LESS CHILD UNTIL SOMEONE ADOPTED HIM. WE FORGOT ABOUT HIM AS IN A WHILE, WE WERE PRACTISING OUR DRILLS IN SOCCER.

AFTER OUR DRILLS, OUR COACH, MR ADAM CALLED US OVER TO HIM. HE TOLD US ABOUT A CHILDRENS HOME. HE HAD ORGANISED A FRIENDLY GAME WITH THEM. ONE GIRL IN THE UNDER 12 CATEGORY ASKED A QUESTION."WHY MUST WE DO IT?!' "I DO NOT WANT TO MIX WITH THOSE PEOPLE".

OUR COACH THEN STRESSED ON CHARITY. CHARITY IS AN ACT OF GIVING. EVEN IF IT NOT MONEY. GIVING CAN BE TIME,EFFORT, EVEN LOVE. IN THIS CASE, IT WAS THE LOVE OF CHILDREN AND TO SPEND TIME WITH PEOPLE WHO LOVE THE GAME. THOSE CHILDREN ARE NEEDIER THEN US, HE SAID.

HE STRESSED:
THOSE CHILDREN do not HAVE PARENTS. THEY DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO GO FOR SOCCER CLASSES LIKE YOU GUYS. THEY DO NOT KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF LOVE.WE MUST SHOW THEM. SHOW THEM THAT WE CARE. SHOW THEM THAT THERE IS LOVE FOR EVERY SINGLE OONE IN THE WORLD.

THAT TOUCHED US AND ON THE WAY HOME, I MET THE OLD MAN AGAIN. NOT HAVING A LOT OF MONEY...I GAVE ALL OF IT TO HIM AND I SAW HIM, FOR ONCE, SMILING, SMILING A HUGE, TOOTHLESS SMILE.

lala
Tuesday, January 16, 2007, 12:04 AM
whee!!!!!!

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