Archive for November, 2006

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their
model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed….

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”


There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.

“Today is a gift, that’s why it is called the present.”



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Hai Ya (Sigh!) ….it’s never easy to be “S’poreans” .

BUT.. have Fun – read the ‘colloquial’ poetry below:


I am Ong Ah Bee living in Kampong Chai Chee

Life used to be simple and HAPPY

I worked hard in my STUDIES

I learned A-B-C, and everything from 1, 2, and 3.

Primary school was quite easy

I passed PSLE

Then I went to SECONDARY

The subjects include HISTORY, GEOGRAPHY

Physics, Biology and CHEMISTRY

After O levels I went to JC

I was quite LUCKY

This is a small humid tropical COUNTRY

Surrounded by unknown potential ENEMIES

Boys turned 18 must go to ARMY

After that we may continue our Studies

The girls can just sit back, relax, and watch TV

They come to this world only to “Chia Liao Bi”

No one lives on free meals or depends on CHARITY

I had no money to go to University or Poly

So I went to work at a FACTORY

Trying to earn a little lousy SALARY


I have just enough money to buy ROTI and ride in MRT.

My bosses show me no SYMPATHY

Mumbling over my shoulder daily : “HURRY, HURRY and HURRY !”

Accusing me of always trying to get MC

But my sickness was due to over stretch OT

Going home after midnight by TAXI

And they pay me only bus fee

I Park-Tor and became STEADY

Finally had to MARRY

I lost money holding Wedding Dinner PARTY

Cheeky friends donating only cheap PANTY

After marriage, nothing was EASY

In one year, I became DADDY

I can’t support my family and our BABY

Being tied down for life to repay HDB

and rising monthly utilities to PUB

My bank account has NO MONEY

POSB balance is almost EMPTY

DBS wants to charge me EXTRA FEE

Insisting that “Nothing is FREE!”

So I moonlight as KARANG GUNI

Many times I want to jump into the sea to MATI

But that is not EASY

My wife cries: “Who is going to support me and our BABY?”

So I can’t MATI (die).

I went to seek assistance from the MP

His reply was simple and easy:

“Vote for me, vote for me, vote for me”.

He never tell me any convincing Policy.

My dear friends, can you pls help Ong Ah Bee ?

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