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Showing posts with label Inspirational Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirational Story. Show all posts

Monday, July 17, 2017

The Story of 9 x 1 = 7 ~ by unknown sources

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The Story of 9 x 1 = 7
~ by unknown sources

One day a school teacher wrote on the board the following:

9×1=7

9×2=18

9×3=27

9×4=36

9×5=45

9×6=54

9×7=63

9×8=72

9×9=81

9×10=90

When she was done, she looked to the students and they were all laughing at her, because of the first equation which was wrong, and then the teacher said the following;

I wrote that first one wrong on purpose, because I wanted you to learn something important. This was for you to know how the world out there will treat you. You can see that I wrote RIGHT 9 times, but none of You congratulated me for it, But you all laughed and criticized me because of one wrong thing I did.

So this is the lesson:

The world will never appreciate the good u do a million times, but will criticize the one wrong thing you do... BUT don't get discouraged, always rise above the laughter and the criticisms. Stay strong.

Note also that rising above the laughter and the criticisms is Mother Teresa's idea of Humility.

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Hope & Miracles

There will always be hope
and there are always miracles,
for every now and then we'll see
all hope and miracles start with me
... and my God.

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http://www.straitstimes.com/singapore/an-ex-gang-member-embarks-on-a-new-life

An ex-gang member embarks on a new life 
(as practicing Catholic)
~ posted 2015 Nov 12, Thu
~ by Caroline Chia, Executive Photojournalist

Ng Ting Wei shares how he renounced his life of crime to start from scratch again

By the age of 22, Mr Ng Ting Wei had already spent over five years of his life in prison.

His first brush with the law was when he was caught selling illegal VCDs at the age of 16. Later that year, he was arrested while unpacking contraband cigarettes in a warehouse.

Mr Ng, now 25, was then sentenced to two years of probation, where he had to stay in a hostel. But he often ran away to meet up with fellow gang members.

His parents were struggling with a failing family business so he was left on his own most of the time.

"I was bored and wanted more friends," he said of his younger self. "The gang members gave me that sense of acceptance."

Mr Ng catching up with prison chief warder Ramesh V. Packrisamy, 46, a reintegration officer, and Mr Koh Shukai, 31, assistant director at the Care Network office. Both men played a big role in helping Mr Ng turn his life around. Mr Ng stays in contact with Mr Koh, and both of them are more like friends now.
~ ST PHOTO: CAROLINE CHIA 

TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF

Ultimately, the change has to come from oneself. I was tired of going in and out of jail. MR NG TING WEI, on how he made the decision to turn his life around.

During a urine test, he was found to have consumed drugs. He was sent to the Reformative Training Centre (RTC) and spent most of the next five years in and out of prison.

"I knew my actions were wrong, but at that time I didn't realise the full extent of the consequences," he said.

While in prison, Mr Ng picked up reading, out of boredom.

"I started reading novels and when I ran out of books to read, I would read the dictionary," he said.

His family, who visited him regularly, supplied him with the religious books that he asked for.

Reading was his main pastime, but soon Mr Ng found himself yearning for a more meaningful life.

His lowest point in prison was on his 21st birthday.

"I should have been out celebrating with friends," he recalls sadly.

It was also on this day that he chanced upon the book, My Daily Bread, a compilation of spiritual and reflective readings, and started reading it.

That was Mr Ng's first introduction to Roman Catholicism, which now plays a huge part in his life.

Mr Ng enjoying a different version of a game of badminton with friends at a church retreat for young Catholic adults over the weekend. Here, they are pitting five players against another five.
~ ST PHOTO: CAROLINE CHIA

In 2012, Mr Ng made one of the biggest decisions in his life - to sever his ties with the gang.

That was his first step to turning his life around. "Ultimately, the change has to come from oneself," he said. "I was tired of going in and out of jail."

In October 2012, at the age of 22, Mr Ng was finally released and placed on supervision.

With the help of the Yellow Ribbon Project, he enrolled in a diploma in construction and engineering course, which he recently graduated from.

The Yellow Ribbon Project also funded his studies and provided a monthly allowance for Mr Ng.

In his spare time, Mr Ng works out at Gold's Gym in Changi where he is a part-time personal trainer. He is at the gym up to five times a week and meets his clients after work. He enjoys exercising, which is why he decided to become a trainer.
~ ST PHOTO: CAROLINE CHIA

His biggest challenge, when trying to assimilate back into society, was building up a sense of confidence again.

"My first group of new friends was from church. I didn't know how to interact with them initially so I observed what they did and listened to how they spoke," he said.

These days, Mr Ng packs his schedule with work and church activities.

He found himself a full-time job as a quantity surveyor and is a certified personal trainer at Gold's Gym, where he trains clients and works out up to five times a week.

He has also applied for a degree course in construction management and, if accepted, he will start school in January next year.

Mr Ng now believes in working hard and praying hard. He is seen here with fellow church members singing hymns at a church retreat. ST PHOTO: CAROLINE CHIA

"The world is a big place and there is so much more I can strive to do," he says confidently.

A version of this article appeared in the print edition of The Straits Times on November 12, 2015, with the headline 'An ex-gang member embarks on a new life'. Print Edition | Subscribe









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Friday, July 10, 2015

Why Bad Things Happen To Innocent People?

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Someone just sent me this. You may have read this story before. I know I have.
A Lovely Story Of Love
~ Why Bad Things Happen To Innocent People?
~ by Unknown Author

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
 
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
 
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
 
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query. 

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story: 

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
 
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
 
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
 
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!

Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
 
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
 
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
 
Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
 
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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Thursday, February 13, 2014

Time is a candle's flame and what burns are the minutes we live

I especially love the Text Messaging Dialogs.

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Date: Thu, Feb 13, 2014 at 11:33 AM

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"Time... 
is a candle's flame 
and what burns are 
the minutes we live."
~ from 'Candle - A Short Film'
~ suppose to be from a "book" titled 'Candle' which is 
actually just made up in the Short Film of the same title, 
which means that the book does not really exists.
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YouTube Video
'Candle - A Short Film'

Published on 12 Feb 2014
"Candle" is Singapore radio's first short film directed by Divian Nair, conceptualised, casted and written by both Divian and Dee Kosh. Both the Double D's (as they are known on radio) are acting in it along with Sandra Riley Tang of the Sam Willows and Lavinia Tan of Gold 90.5 fm

The short film titled "Candle" is completely different from the usually humorous style of The Double D's. For this video, they have aimed at the emotions and the fragility of life and love.

The film revolves around a quote from a book that was made up for the film. "Candle" is the title of the book and the quote that encompasses the message of the film is this - "Time is a candle's flame and what burns are the minutes we live".

"It's a journey we hope our viewers will take with us and hopefully by the end of it everyone will learn to appreciate what they have with the people they love the most."
- The Double D's.
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Halleluia!
~ song sung at the end of the Film, 'Candle'
~ sung by Jeff Buckley
13:10 to 17:10 ~ with intro dialog
14:01 to 17:10 ~ excerpt of song using only Verses 1 and 5

[V1]
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya (you)?
Well it goes like this
The fourth (4th), the fifth (5th)
The minor fall, and the major lift,
The baffled king composing, Halleluia!

[Chorus]
Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! 
Hallelu.........u-u-u.........u-ia!

[V5]
Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd out drew ya (you).
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen in the light
It's a cold and it's a broken, Halleluia!

Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! 
Hallelu.........

Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! 
Hallelu

Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! 
Hallelu.........u-u-u.........u-ia!

Hallelu.........u-u-u.........u-ia!

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The Full Song...
Halleluia!
~ song as sung by Jeff Buckley

Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah (Lyrics In Description)

[V1]
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya (you)?
Well it goes like this
The fourth (4th), the fifth (5th)
The minor fall, and the major lift,
The baffled king composing, Halleluia!

[Chorus]
Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! 
Hallelu.........u-u-u.........u-ia!

[V2]
Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the, Halleluia! [Chorus]

[V3]
Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken, Halleluia! [Chorus]

[V4]
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was, Halleluia! [Chorus]

[V5]
Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd out drew ya (you).
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen in the light
It's a cold and it's a broken, Halleluia!

[Ending Chorus]
Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! 
Hallelu.........

Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! 
Hallelu

Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! 
Hallelu.........u-u-u.........u-ia!

Hallelu.........u-u-u.........u-ia!

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Thursday, October 17, 2013

It's a Dog's Life After All

Someone just sent me this.
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It's a Dog's Life After All

There is a story they tell of two dogs. Both dogs, at separate times, walk into the same room. 

One dog comes out wagging his tail while the other comes out growling. 

A woman watching this goes into the room to see what could possibly make one dog so happy and the other dog so mad. 

To her surprise she finds a room full of mirrors. 

The happy dog found a thousand happy dogs looking back at him. 

The angry dog saw only angry growling dogs looking back at him. 

What you see in the world around you is a reflection of who you are.


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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Story ~ My Wife Wanted Me To Take Another Woman Out

Someone posted this in Facebook.

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Story ~ My Wife Wanted Me To Take Another Woman Out
Sat, Sep 14, 2013 at 12:14 am
(22 hours ago via mobile)

We see this Day in and Day out.. It's a true hard fact of life. We never know what we got till its gone..

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally
. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

AM I WITH THE RIGHT PARTNER?

I didn't write this. 
It's a very good read.

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AM I WITH THE RIGHT PARTNER?

During a seminar, a woman asked," How do I know if I am with the right person?"

The author then noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so he said, "It depends. Is that your partner?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind replied the author.

Here's the answer.

Every relationship has a cycle… In the beginning; you fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls, want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love.

People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet."Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU.

Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It's a natural cycle of EVERY relationship.

Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, "Am I with the right person?" And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when relationships breakdown.

The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it's learning to love the person you found.

People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.

Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it.

I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later.

Because (listen carefully to this):

The key to succeeding in a Relationship is not finding the right person; 
it's learning to love the Person you found.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it.

Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner), Just as there are physical laws Of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know how to apply these laws, the results are predictable.

Love is therefore a "decision". Not just a feeling.

Remember this always: God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let GO..



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I've learnt that...

Love is a "decision". 
Not... just a feeling.

God determines who walks into your life.
It is up to you to decide who you let walk away,
who you let stay, and who you refuse to let GO.

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I've learnt that...
The key to succeeding in a Relationship 
is NOT all about finding the right person;
it IS about... being the right partner and 
learning to love the person you've found.
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Monday, October 29, 2012

News ~ Inspiration ~ Jolted by teacher's harsh wake-up call

Wow! Some people are "born lucky". 
Is it lucky to be born poor? 
This lady seem to think so. 

Read on...

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News ~ Inspiration:

Jolted by teacher's harsh wake-up call - The Sunday Times - Oct 28, 2012
by Fabrications About The PAP on Sunday, October 28, 2012 at 9:34pm

Picture Caption:
Former kampung girl Helen Ng used to live in a rented room. Now she is chief executive officer of Lock+Store, a company offering self-storage service, and lives in a bungalow in Serangoon Garden. 
-- ST PHOTO: LIM SIN THAI

By Wong Kim Hoh, 

meets... Helen Ng
At the end of her first year as a Humanities Programme scholar at Hwa Chong Junior College two decades ago, Helen Ng was hauled up by a teacher for faring poorly in one of her subjects.

"He told me to buck up because I was in the bottom 5 per cent of the socio-economic strata in Singapore," she recalls.

The remark needled because before that day, no one had ever told her to her face that she was poor.

"I told myself I'd prove him wrong," she says.

And she did. The schoolgirl who used to collect beer bottles to sell for pocket money has since climbed several rungs up the social and economic ladder.

She lives in a Serangoon Garden bungalow and is the chief executive officer of Lock+Store, which operates two self-storage facilities in Tanjong Pagar and Chai Chee. The company has an annual turnover of more than $10 million.

Those who know the outspoken Ms Ng describe the 41-year-old as a self-starter and go-getter.
She does not disagree with the labels.

"Being born poor makes you realise the importance of standing on your own two feet. You realise very early on that nothing's for free, and you've got to work for things," says the eldest of three children of a taxi driver and homemaker.

She grew up in a kampung in Serangoon, not far from where the nex shopping mall now stands. The family of five lived in a rented room in a house with a zinc roof.

"We had two double-decker beds and I remember my mother used to sleep on the floor," she says.
There was never enough money.

"My dad started working when he was 15 because he was the third of 13 children and his father died early. So he had to help support his mother and siblings even after he was married," says Ms Ng.

Her mother, a former shampoo girl at a hairdressing salon, took on odd jobs at home, such as sewing promotional buntings for beer companies.

As a child, Ms Ng used to run errands for neighbours for the odd Cornetto. When she was eight, she learnt she could sell used beer bottles for five cents apiece and took to scouring her neighbourhood a few times a week looking for them.

She was also an avid reader and a star pupil at the now defunct Aroozoo Primary School.

"I realised after my Primary 1 exams that you could get books as a prize if you topped the class. So every year, I told myself I must be No. 1 so that I could have those books."

Not only did she top her class every year, she also made class monitor and head prefect.

"I was the school star," she says unabashedly. "I was always the actress, narrator or director of any skit or play in school. If there was any competition - sewing, knitting, talking - you would see Helen."

She loved the attention.

"When your parents are too busy making a living, you have to create your own attention," she says with a laugh.

Naturally, she aced the Primary School Leaving Examination. Her teacher advised her to go to a Special Assistance Plan (SAP) school for academically strong pupils good in both mother tongue and English, whereas her parents told her to choose a school near home.

So she ended up at CHIJ St Nicholas Girls' Secondary School, and the transition from primary school came as a shock.

"I went from being the star of the school to being a nobody," she lets on. For the first time in her life, she also became starkly aware of how poor she was.

She remembers seeing schoolmates chauffeured to school whereas she sometimes did not have enough pocket money to eat at the school canteen during recess. "There was a big wealth divide."

But she performed well enough to win the prestigious Humanities Programme scholarship to do her A levels at Hwa Chong JC.

"The scholarship was $1,000 a year and there was no need to pay school fees. It was a very important motivation," she says.

For extra pocket money, she took on part-time jobs during school holidays and gave tuition several times a week, earning about $500 a month.

She rejected a Public Service Commission scholarship to study geography at a university abroad. "I didn't want to become a civil servant and be bonded for eight years," she says.

Instead, she funded her way through a Bachelor of Arts degree at the National University of Singapore, majoring in geography and philosophy.

"I spent more time giving tuition than I did at the university," she says with a laugh.

But that did not stop her from making the dean's list in both subjects. She graduated with a Second Class Upper honours degree in geography in 1994.

For six months after she graduated, she failed to get a job she wanted. "It was hard to find a job with a geography degree. I wanted a marketing or sales job but didn't want one which paid only commission, and not a basic salary."

So she decided to do her MBA at Imperial College in London instead, digging into the $20,000 she had saved from giving tuition.

"I chose the shortest MBA programme I could find. I had enough to pay for the school fees and buy my air ticket," she says.

For the first couple of months, she bunked with friends and survived on cheap student meals and £1 sandwiches.

She moved out after securing a gig teaching aerobics three times a day - at £20 per session - at the university.

On her return, she became a project executive with property developer Tong Lee Co Pte Ltd. For nearly three years, she worked on a project to build and then market 16 houses in Cactus Green, off Yio Chu Kang.

Not only did she get to work closely with architects, designers and consultants, she also learnt to source building materials, buy them in bulk and negotiate prices.

She got her next job with property developer Ang Oon Hue Pte Ltd by chance. She was in a music shop at Sembawang Shopping Centre when she learnt that the manager of the centre was retiring.
Ms Ng decided to apply for the job.

The mall was not exactly bustling then. "It was run-down and had the wrong tenant mix; a lot of contractors had their offices there," she recalls.

She rolled up her sleeves and set out to turn it around.

"I read up a lot about mall management, joined the International Council of Shopping Centres and visited a lot of malls to find out what needed doing," she says.

She launched marketing efforts, holding concerts and other promotions to bring in the crowds. She introduced a more diverse tenant mix, getting rid of the contractors and bringing in retailers selling home furnishings, antiques and stationery and Giant hypermarket. She also turned the adjacent piece of land into a satay club, and introduced a feeder bus service to attract shoppers from nearby areas.

The strategies worked. Within three years, she managed to turn the shopping centre around. The visitor counts show that its traffic increased from barely 100 a day when she first took over to more than 10,000 three years later.

The results did not come easy.

There was a lot of hostility when she first started. She had to contend with tenants who snorted at her marketing efforts. A belligerent tenant paid her more than $1,000 in $2 notes.

There was a tangle with a triad member. "He parked his car in the loading and unloading bay so I had the wheels of his car clamped. He came into the office, banged on the table and threatened me, saying he was from Ang Soon Tong," she says, referring to a secret society.

"He refused to pay (the fine), and the security guards got scared so they unclamped his car."

Refusing to be intimidated, Ms Ng made a police report. "The police took it quite seriously. They would come around to make sure nothing happened to us. We found signs of abuse on the property such as paint sprayed on the walls and lights broken," she recalls.

A relative, who knew some elders in the gang, finally helped to make peace.

Ms Ng was promoted from manager to general manager and was soon tasked with marketing Greenview Mansion, a block of apartments next to the shopping centre. For two years, she also travelled between Singapore and Perth, overseeing the concept and execution of a makeover for one of the company's properties, the Comfort Hotel Perth City.

Despite a demanding full-time job, Ms Ng, who married a financial investor in 1999, found time to open a bar and restaurant in 2001. And she went on to have two children not long after too.

"I know, it sounds crazy but when you're young, you do crazy things," says Ms Ng, who started My Dining Room and Union Bar in Club Street with her savings and a loan from her husband's family. She would close the bar at 3am and turn up for work barely six hours later.

"I managed with great difficulty. Luckily my mother helped out a lot with my daughters," she says.

She quit her day job in 2006 to spend time with her children. By then, Sembawang Shopping Centre had been sold for $78 million to CapitaMall Trust.

"At that time, one of my daughters was two years old, the other was four and didn't really know me. I decided I could not let that happen," she says.

Two years later, in 2008, she closed the restaurant and bar when her landlord wanted the space back.

The idea of starting a storage business struck while she was trying to find a place to store the furniture from her restaurant.

"Unless you lease a very big warehouse for a very long time, you really do not have that many options," she says.

Socio-economic factors, she noticed, were also pointing to a demand for storage solutions.

"Singaporeans are getting richer and many have some kind of collecting hobby. I had a friend who had seven bicycles and didn't even cycle. Another friend collected comics. So I told myself this could be a lucrative business."

Excited by the idea, she travelled to Hong Kong and Australia to explore how storage facilities work.

"After doing my sums, I realised it was a very expensive proposition. So I wrote a proposal to set up a storage business and sent it to a few private equity firms."

In 2010, Temasek Holdings' property arm Mapletree Investments decided to sell its self-storage arm, Lock+Store. Southern Capital Group bought it for $50 million and asked Ms Ng to become its CEO.

Again, she set out to zealously revamp the business. She launched marketing efforts to spread awareness about self-storage, brought in a trainer to help staff grasp the finer points of selling space and introduced processes to make the business efficient.

"When I first took over, there was a lot of delinquency in payments. One way to solve this was to increase the number of channels for people to pay," says Ms Ng, who introduced online payment options as well as payment at 7Eleven outlets.

The results are showing. The customer base went from 2,000 when she took over to 3,000 now; and annual turnover went from $6 million to more than $10 million last year.

She has already expanded the 144,000 sq ft facility in Tanjong Pagar by another 38,000 sq ft, and will be adding another 50,000 sq ft to the Chai Chee facility.

Ms Anita Sam, owner of furniture company Journey East, has known Ms Ng for more than 10 years.

"She is very focused. She knows exactly what she wants and how to go about getting it. She's very sharp and sizes up a situation in no time. If she doesn't like something, she will show it," she says.

She adds that, like many people who are direct, Ms Ng can sometimes be misunderstood. "But she also has very loyal staff who have absolute confidence in her," Ms Sam adds.

Although she has come a long way in life, Ms Ng - who sits on the board of Ju Eng Home for Senior Citizens - is determined that her two daughters, now six and 10, should know all about poverty and that nothing in life comes without hard work.

She has taken them on trips to orphanages in Cambodia, and ropes them in to help distribute food to poor residents of one-room flats in Singapore.

"And if they want pocket money, they sweep the floor and clean the windows," she says with a laugh.


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Monday, January 30, 2012

The Starfish Story

Just came across this lovely story. Here below are 2 versions of it.
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It reminds me of this quote by Mother Teresa.
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“We ourselves feel that 
what we are doing is 
just a drop in the ocean. 
But the ocean would be less 
because of that missing drop.”
~ Mother Teresa of Calcutta
(Albanian born Indian Missionary and 
Founder of the Order of the Missionaries of Charity. 
Nobel Prize for Peace in 1979. 1910-1997)
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Version 1:
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The Starfish Story
~ an adaptation from an original story by Loren Eisley

One day a man was walking along the beach when he noticed a boy picking something up and gently throwing it into the ocean. 

Approaching the boy, he asked, "What are you doing?"

The youth replied, "Throwing starfish back into the ocean. 

The surf is up and the tide is going out.  If I don't throw them back, they'll die."

"Son," the man said, "don't you realize there are miles and miles of beach and hundreds of starfish? You can't make a difference!"

After listening politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it back into the sea.  

Then, smiling at the man, he said "I made a difference for that one."

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Version 2:
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The Starfish Story
Guest Author - Deanna Joseph
adapted from The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley
1907 - 1977


Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.

He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"

The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."

"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.

To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."

Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"

At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "I made a difference to that one!"

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Sunday, November 27, 2011

THE LESSON FROM A DONKEY!

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. 
The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; 
it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. 
They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.

At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly..

Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down. 

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well.

He was astonished at what he saw.

With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.

He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,

he would shake it off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off !

MORAL: 

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.

The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.

Each of our troubles is a steppingstone.

We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!

Shake it off and take a step up.

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

News Article: Anamalia Taufa ~ Story of an Inspiring Woman with a Tragic Ending... BUT she inspired many of those around her... and so... her story will not end so easily as she continue to live in their lives.

News Article:
Anamalia Taufa ~ Story of an Inspiring Woman with a Tragic Ending... BUT she inspired many of those around her... and so... her story will not end so easily as she continue to live in their lives.

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'She has her girls ... she's with her girls'
Marissa Calligeros
August 25, 2011 - 8:32AM

Pix ~ Anamalia Taufa with her daughters La'Haina, 6, and Kahlani, 3. Photo: Facebook

Misi Matauina was celebrating his birthday the night a deadly inferno claimed the lives of his highschool sweetheart and their two young daughters. Tragedy befell the young Matauina family about midnight on Tuesday when the home they shared with his children's grandparents at Slacks Creek was consumed by flames. Mr Matauina's daughters La'Haina, 6, and Kahlani, 3, were the youngest victims of the blaze.

His partner and high school sweetheart, Anamalia Taufa, perished alongside her daughters, her mother Fusikalau, aunt Neti-Teukisia (Jeanette) Lale, Neti's five children Jerry, Paul, Lafoa'i, Selamafi and Richard, and teenage niece Ardelle. Mr Matauina survived after jumping to safety from an upper level window of the wooden house believing his partner and children had already escaped the fierce blaze.

The young couple became parents at the tender age of 17, with Anamalia giving birth to La'Haina. Despite this, the talented Anamalia completed her final year of school at Mabel Park State High School. Three years later, she gave birth to the couple's second daughter, Kahlani. Despite being a young mother-of-two, Anamalia went on to study law and criminology at Griffith University, graduating with a diploma last year with ambitions for a degree.

The "high-achieving all-rounder" was then able to embark on her career in law with the support of her "strong family", high school friend Adelle Fitisemanu said. "She had a really strong, close, supportive family," Ms Fitisemanu said, as she sat on the curb yesterday outside the scarred shell of her friend's home. "She was an all-rounder and really talented. She was a great singer and was athletic too. "She was a high achiever."

As family and friends tried to come to terms with the loss of three generations of two families in the Wagensveldt Street blaze yesterday, police and firefighters continued to search the charred remains of the house for the victims.

Yesterday, four bodies were removed from the ruins to the wails of family and friends. In pairs, the bodies were driven away in hearses, which stopped briefly to allow mourners to kiss the caskets in line with Tongan tradition as a gesture to the deceased they were not alone and not forgotten. Hundreds gathered outside the home, singing together in prayer for those lost throughout the day and night. Some will remain there for the duration of the traditional 10-day wake, in rain or shine, sitting on Tongan 'tapa' mats made of mulberry bark.

Ms Fitisemanu struggled to contain her grief as she spoke of the memories she would now cherish of her dear friend. "We were singers at school," she said. "We entered all the talent quests. Anamalia was the school singer at weekly assembly and other events." Ms Fitisemanu gazed up at the grey skies over Slacks Creek yesterday afternoon as she spoke about her friend's "loving heart". "If she could right now, she would tell her family that she loved them. She would only have messages of love," Ms Fitisemanu said. "But she has her girls ... she's with her girls."

The Taufa and Matauina families often hosted large gatherings at their home, roasting pigs in pits in their backyard in line with Samoan and Tongan tradition. Last weekend, Mr Matauina and his family holidayed on the Gold Coast to celebrate his 22nd birthday. Yesterday his family, and all cause for celebration, was lost, but he was not alone. Standing strong by his side yesterday were hundreds of his extended family in an inspirational display of community strength, resilience and love.

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