Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Inspiration~ Warren Buffett Shares His Most Essential Advice For Generation Y
Warren Buffett Shares His Most Essential Advice For
Generation Y
Warren Buffett assumed the
role of mentor to the youth yesterday when he gave networking and career advice
in an “Office Hours” session with Levo League, a site aimed to assist
youngsters in making their dreams come true.
The Berkshire Hathaway CEO
shared personal stories about his fear of public speaking, and notably told
women to “stop holding yourself” back.
Here’s 9 points Buffett
highlighted as some of the most important steps to follow on the path to
success:
1. Find your passion.
“Never give up searching for the job that you’re
passionate about,” he says. “Try to find the job you’d have if you were
independently rich. … Forget about the pay. When you’re associating with the
people that you love, doing what you love, it doesn’t get any better than
that.”
2. Be careful who you admire.
“If you tell me who your heroes are, I’ll tell you
how you’re gonna turn out. It’s really important in life to have the right
heroes. I’ve been very lucky in that I’ve probably had a dozen or so major
heroes. And none of them have ever let me down. You want to hang around with
people that are better than you are. You will move in the direction of the
crowd that you associate with.”
3. Learn how to communicate effectively.
While getting his MBA from
Columbia University, Buffett revealed that he was “terrified of public
speaking,” causing him to withdraw from a Dale Carnegie class. But after
graduating he saw the ad for the course again and decided to give himself a
second chance.
“I became associated with the 30 other people in
the class. We couldn’t stand up in front of a group and say our own name. I
mean it was — we were — it was pathetic. But that class changed my life in a
big way.”
4. Develop healthy habits by studying people.
“Pick the person that has the right habits, that is
cheerful, generous, gives other people credit for what they do. Look at all of
the qualities that you admire in other people … and say to yourself, ‘Which of
those qualities can’t I have myself?’ Because you determine whether you have
them. And the truth is you can have all of them.”
5. Learn how to say “no.”
“You won’t keep control of your time, unless you
can say ‘no.’ You can’t let other people set your agenda in life.”
6. Don’t work for someone who won’t pay you fairly.
“I do very little negotiation with people. And they
do little with me, in terms of it … if I was a woman and I thought I was
getting paid considerably less than somebody else that was equal coming in,
that would bother me a lot. I probably wouldn’t even want to work there. I
mean, [if] somebody’s gonna be unfair with you, in salary, they’re probably
being unfair with you in a hundred other ways.”
7. Become involved with growing businesses.
“I mean, you want to get on a train that’s going to
go 90 miles an hour and not one that’s gonna go 30 miles an hour and you’re
gonna try to figure out how to, you know, push it along a little faster. So it
really does make a huge difference. And there are some businesses that
inherently [have] far more opportunities than others.”
8. Learn everything you can about your industry.
Buffett says he reads for
six hours every day because he believes that growing your intellectual capacity
will help you solve problems more effectively.
“I knew a lot about what I did when I was 20. I had
read a lot, and I aspired to learn everything I could about the subject. “
9. Young women should seek mentors.
“These [mentoring] relationships all just evolve. I
never set out to become a mentor … It’s amazing … how the person that really
wants to do a terrific job just jumps out. There aren’t that many. You will be
perceived as exceptional and as a worthy person for a superior to spend some
extra time with if you just do something extra all the time. It seems
elementary, but it’s true.”
At the end of the interview, Buffett reminded
everyone to keep getting up after all falls because “you are healthy, and
bright and have decades ahead of you.”
Monday, June 17, 2013
Inspiration~ Happy Father's day! by Bill Gates
Dad and I near the Olympic Sculpture Park in Seattle.
June 14, 2013 | By Bill Gates
On Father's Day
This week, my father got a lifetime achievement award from the University of Washington as a distinguished member of the alumni. They recognized something that Melinda and I see every day: his remarkable energy and commitment to making the world a better place. I like to keep most of these blog posts focused on the work I’m doing and the things I’m learning, but with Father’s Day coming up, this award seemed like a good chance to talk a bit about my dad.
As I’ve said before, my dad is the man I aspire to be. I especially admire his sense of integrity. He is one of the wisest and most calm people I know. And he taught me a lot about how to think.
Dad is a retired attorney, and I think I inherited his lawyer’s approach to analyzing problems. I spent a lot of Sunday dinners listening to Dad talk about work with my mom, who was very involved in the United Way in Seattle and at the national and international levels. They might discuss a case Dad was working on or an issue that Mom was dealing with through the United Way. Eventually I started joining in the conversations, and they were very influential years later when I got involved in philanthropy.
Melinda and I toasting Dad.
Melinda and I toasting Dad.
I feel very lucky that I get to work with my dad at the foundation, and that the team there gets to learn from him. Last month, Melinda gave the commencement speech at Duke University, her alma mater, and encouraged the students to spend their lives making the world a better place. I can’t think of a better example of someone who has done that than my father.
What’s amazing to me is that, even at age 87, he’s not done yet. This week I’ve been thinking back to something he said after Mom died. The family was having dinner together at home. Dad sat us down and told us not to worry about him. He said he still had ten good years left in him.
That was 19 years ago, and I’m glad to say he’s still going strong. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Inspiration Video~ Values in the video that you should be watching before you die.
1) Sylvester Stallone talking to his son in Rocky Balboa.
2) Will Smith talking to his very young son in Pursuit of Happyness.
3) Al Pacino talking to his team before tan importantmatch in Any Given Sunday.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
inspiration~ Unconditional Love by mum and daughter
article grabbed from here :)
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article grabbed from here.
Recently, reported the death of Madam Irene Ong Ai Sam, a woman who was stabbed to death while trying to protect her daughter as their family was jogging through the Bukit Gasing Hiking Trail for a charity run.
Ong Ai Sam pushed her daughter to safety but was sadly stabbed by the suspects.
During her final moment with her daughter, Chin Hui Wei, Madam Ong expressed her love for her daughter, and then passed due to blood loss.
Hui Wei took to her blog to share her side of her story and the fond memories she shared with her mother. It’s certainly a touching story and we hope that you will all go give your mom a telephone call and tell them just how much you love them!
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article grabbed from here.
I remember. I remember everything.
A few months ago in English class, my teacher asked us to write about the person who we admire. I wrote about my mum. A month ago for my English March Test paper, the topic I wrote about was "My Hero". I wrote about my mum. During my test, i had a writers block so I simply wrote out everything i knew about my mum: her childhood, achievements, etc. My mum is my hero. She always has been, she always will be.
20th April 2013.
Mama left early in the morning for some event her Kiwanis Club's K-Kids had planned. She came back home with lunch for me and milo ais. I remember grumbling to her because I didn't want to follow my parents jungle trekking. I did anyway. We had to set up a trail for my father's running group so mama was carrying a bag with just plain paper in it. I remember grumbling to my mum as we went up and down the hills of Gasing. She told me we'd be out soon. After 2 hours of trekking in the jungle, we finally hit the road. It was the road in Gasing leading up to the temple. We decided to walk back down to the car.
As we walked down the steep road, there was nobody there. No people, no cars. Just the two of us. As we nearly reached the first house, we heard a motorbike sound from behind. We turned around and saw two men on a motorbike. Mama said walk further in the pavement so we did. As the motorbike drove past us, they stopped. The man from behind jumped off. My mum pushed me to the back and told me to go. The man attacked my mum straight away, without saying any words. The knife he used was just a normal kitchen knife, the blade was about 10cm long. As my mum tried to protect herself, she turned to her left, only to be stabbed twice on the back of her right shoulder. She was struggling to escape. The attacker then proceeded to stab the back of her left shoulder. Mama tried so hard to escape. She fell on the ground and the attacker pulled her on the road and stabbed her thigh. I tried to help but the attacker thrusted the knife my way so i ran back further. I couldn't do anything but scream at the top of my lungs. I screamed and screamed. The attacker hopped on the bike and rode off.
I remember.
I remember watching my mums body lying on the road, all the blood oozing out. The attacker did not manage to get any of my mums belongings. She told me to call my dad. I ran down the hill looking for help. The first house i went to, the maid (who saw everything that happened) ran in and did not even try to help me. I ran further down and saw a car. They saw me and stopped. And I told them what happened. The driver, Mr Lai told me to get in and we drive up to my mum. Mr Lai called the ambulance and the police while i tried to keep my mum conscious. There was blood everywhere. My mum just kept saying "save me". Her voice was so week. My dad reached the site 10 minutes later, after running all the way. Mama kept telling us that she couldn't breathe. I prayed and prayed. She was slowly losing herself. We tried our best to keep her awake and conscious. The police arrived. We put her in the police car since the ambulance hadn't arrived. As we reached down the road, the ambulance was there so they transferred mum into the ambulance.
I remember.
I remember sitting in the ambulance, holding my mums hand and trying to talk to her but she didn't respond. I remember crying. The paramedics were doing all they could do at that point. I remember calling Eu Lim, who was at church to pray for my mum. We reached the hospital in 3 minutes. They rushed my mum to the emergency was. I wasn't allowed to enter and i was so so scared. My dad had followed Mr Lai's car and they hadn't reached yet. I had to settle my mums registration and then i had to talk to the police. My dad arrived. Then my friends arrived. I sat at the doorway of the hospital, praying and praying. 10 minutes later, my dad came out and told me my mum didn't make it. I dropped in the middle of the hospital floor, screaming. Everyone was looking at me, but i didn't care. A bunch of doctors came out to get me, they took me to a special room. They questioned me and they told me about how my mum was already gone when we were in the ambulance. They tried their best to revive her.
I remember.
I remember coming home. My friends just sat in silence. I just sat in silence. I was covered in blood, mama's blood. I had to get myself together. I had to bathe. We broke the news to my sister through Face Time and that was really hard to do. Slowly, people started coming. It was hard seeing my aunts and uncles cry, my parent's close friends, my close friends & to know i had to keep it all together. It was really hard, telling my story to everyone. It's really hard to even close my eyes for awhile because i see it replaying in my head over and over again. Watching my mum lying in her pool of blood and not being able to do anything. Not being able to save her.
People come, then people leave. All i hear are "I'm so sorry for your loss" or "my condolences". All i hear are people questioning me about what happened, since i was the sole witness. But i am so tired of telling this story over and over again. I am so tired of hearing other people tell this story. This is my story. This is the truth. Newspapers and reporters may twist it around and exaggerate to the whole world, but this story will remain the truth forever.
I am truly grateful and appreciative to everyone who came, whether it was for a short period, or a long time. Thank you to those who've brought a little bit more of hope and joy to me, even though you guys didn't try. Thank you to those who've brought food and drinks, and flowers. Thank you to everyone who called, texted, whatsapped, facebook-ed and tweeted me. I dont know how i became a trending topic overnight (#prayforhuiwei). I was mad at first, but then i realised how much my family had all of your love and support. Whether i know you or not, whether you knew my mum or not, all your kind words really helped. My mother was such an amazing and beautiful person.
I remember.
My mum's last words to me were "I love you so much" dying there, on the road. I watched it all. I watched it all slip out of my hands. Now my life feels so empty. I keep thinking to myself that this is all a dream. Maybe I'd wake up and be able to avoid this from happening. Maybe if someone pinched me I'd wake up from this nightmare. But this is reality, and I have to face the facts. I have to face the fact that I'm alone now. I have to face the sounds of crying and wailing from the other room. I have to face the facts that I'm going to grow up motherless, clueless and confused. It won't be easy, but I will get through this.
Ma,
I love you so much. And I am so sorry I had to watch you die. I am so sorry I couldn't save you. But you're with God now. Ma you're such a great person. Beautiful inside and out. And I thank you for teaching me your ways. Thank you for always teaching (scolding) me to be a better person. Even tho we've had our moments, and times we didn't see eye to eye, you'll always be my best friend. Who's going to pick me up from school now. Who am I going to say "HEY MA" to and tell them about my day. Who's going to cuddle up with me on the couch and be lazy for awhile.
Ma,
Remember how you used to come into my room while I was studying, and hug me then tickle me. Remember how you used to sing me to sleep when I was young. Or how you used sing when you're happy. You had a beautiful voice. Remember how we sat on the couch, looking for coloured beads to do arts & crafts. Remember every single day we spent together.
Ma,
I just saw your body, lying in the coffin. You look so beautiful, peaceful, just like you're sleeping. And I have the biggest urge to scream "wake up". Thank you,Ma. For giving me life, for giving me love. You taught me everything good in my life. You were always selfless, God-fearing. You were my strong pillar of hope and love. And even though you're no longer here with us, you're with God. And you're happy, just like how you appeared in Lissa's dream. And I do hope justice will be served. They're working on finding the criminals, ma. They will be caught.
We all miss you ma, we miss you so much. Goh Ee and Sar Ee has already appointed themselves as my 'mama' and I see you so much of you in them. And it's not going to be the same anymore. Nothing will be the same anymore. You're not going to watch me graduate, you're not going to watch me get married. You're not going to be there to take care of my children. But I know you are with us in spirit, and you're always watching over us. Please give me the strength and courage to move forward with my life. Please give me the motivation to be better. To be more like you. To spread the love and joy. Papa, Tache and I will always be grateful for you are the biggest blessing God has given. And maybe you've done too much good so The Lord called you home. And you are safe now, safe with God. He will watch over you (and us) and protect you. You are safe from all the evil now.
I will make you proud, mama. I will make everyone proud. I love you so much. I'll love you every single day of my life, and I'll never forget whatever you've done for me. Thank you so much. Rest In Peace, mama, I love you.
A few months ago in English class, my teacher asked us to write about the person who we admire. I wrote about my mum. A month ago for my English March Test paper, the topic I wrote about was "My Hero". I wrote about my mum. During my test, i had a writers block so I simply wrote out everything i knew about my mum: her childhood, achievements, etc. My mum is my hero. She always has been, she always will be.
20th April 2013.
Mama left early in the morning for some event her Kiwanis Club's K-Kids had planned. She came back home with lunch for me and milo ais. I remember grumbling to her because I didn't want to follow my parents jungle trekking. I did anyway. We had to set up a trail for my father's running group so mama was carrying a bag with just plain paper in it. I remember grumbling to my mum as we went up and down the hills of Gasing. She told me we'd be out soon. After 2 hours of trekking in the jungle, we finally hit the road. It was the road in Gasing leading up to the temple. We decided to walk back down to the car.
As we walked down the steep road, there was nobody there. No people, no cars. Just the two of us. As we nearly reached the first house, we heard a motorbike sound from behind. We turned around and saw two men on a motorbike. Mama said walk further in the pavement so we did. As the motorbike drove past us, they stopped. The man from behind jumped off. My mum pushed me to the back and told me to go. The man attacked my mum straight away, without saying any words. The knife he used was just a normal kitchen knife, the blade was about 10cm long. As my mum tried to protect herself, she turned to her left, only to be stabbed twice on the back of her right shoulder. She was struggling to escape. The attacker then proceeded to stab the back of her left shoulder. Mama tried so hard to escape. She fell on the ground and the attacker pulled her on the road and stabbed her thigh. I tried to help but the attacker thrusted the knife my way so i ran back further. I couldn't do anything but scream at the top of my lungs. I screamed and screamed. The attacker hopped on the bike and rode off.
I remember.
I remember watching my mums body lying on the road, all the blood oozing out. The attacker did not manage to get any of my mums belongings. She told me to call my dad. I ran down the hill looking for help. The first house i went to, the maid (who saw everything that happened) ran in and did not even try to help me. I ran further down and saw a car. They saw me and stopped. And I told them what happened. The driver, Mr Lai told me to get in and we drive up to my mum. Mr Lai called the ambulance and the police while i tried to keep my mum conscious. There was blood everywhere. My mum just kept saying "save me". Her voice was so week. My dad reached the site 10 minutes later, after running all the way. Mama kept telling us that she couldn't breathe. I prayed and prayed. She was slowly losing herself. We tried our best to keep her awake and conscious. The police arrived. We put her in the police car since the ambulance hadn't arrived. As we reached down the road, the ambulance was there so they transferred mum into the ambulance.
I remember.
I remember sitting in the ambulance, holding my mums hand and trying to talk to her but she didn't respond. I remember crying. The paramedics were doing all they could do at that point. I remember calling Eu Lim, who was at church to pray for my mum. We reached the hospital in 3 minutes. They rushed my mum to the emergency was. I wasn't allowed to enter and i was so so scared. My dad had followed Mr Lai's car and they hadn't reached yet. I had to settle my mums registration and then i had to talk to the police. My dad arrived. Then my friends arrived. I sat at the doorway of the hospital, praying and praying. 10 minutes later, my dad came out and told me my mum didn't make it. I dropped in the middle of the hospital floor, screaming. Everyone was looking at me, but i didn't care. A bunch of doctors came out to get me, they took me to a special room. They questioned me and they told me about how my mum was already gone when we were in the ambulance. They tried their best to revive her.
I remember.
I remember coming home. My friends just sat in silence. I just sat in silence. I was covered in blood, mama's blood. I had to get myself together. I had to bathe. We broke the news to my sister through Face Time and that was really hard to do. Slowly, people started coming. It was hard seeing my aunts and uncles cry, my parent's close friends, my close friends & to know i had to keep it all together. It was really hard, telling my story to everyone. It's really hard to even close my eyes for awhile because i see it replaying in my head over and over again. Watching my mum lying in her pool of blood and not being able to do anything. Not being able to save her.
People come, then people leave. All i hear are "I'm so sorry for your loss" or "my condolences". All i hear are people questioning me about what happened, since i was the sole witness. But i am so tired of telling this story over and over again. I am so tired of hearing other people tell this story. This is my story. This is the truth. Newspapers and reporters may twist it around and exaggerate to the whole world, but this story will remain the truth forever.
I am truly grateful and appreciative to everyone who came, whether it was for a short period, or a long time. Thank you to those who've brought a little bit more of hope and joy to me, even though you guys didn't try. Thank you to those who've brought food and drinks, and flowers. Thank you to everyone who called, texted, whatsapped, facebook-ed and tweeted me. I dont know how i became a trending topic overnight (#prayforhuiwei). I was mad at first, but then i realised how much my family had all of your love and support. Whether i know you or not, whether you knew my mum or not, all your kind words really helped. My mother was such an amazing and beautiful person.
I remember.
My mum's last words to me were "I love you so much" dying there, on the road. I watched it all. I watched it all slip out of my hands. Now my life feels so empty. I keep thinking to myself that this is all a dream. Maybe I'd wake up and be able to avoid this from happening. Maybe if someone pinched me I'd wake up from this nightmare. But this is reality, and I have to face the facts. I have to face the fact that I'm alone now. I have to face the sounds of crying and wailing from the other room. I have to face the facts that I'm going to grow up motherless, clueless and confused. It won't be easy, but I will get through this.
Ma,
I love you so much. And I am so sorry I had to watch you die. I am so sorry I couldn't save you. But you're with God now. Ma you're such a great person. Beautiful inside and out. And I thank you for teaching me your ways. Thank you for always teaching (scolding) me to be a better person. Even tho we've had our moments, and times we didn't see eye to eye, you'll always be my best friend. Who's going to pick me up from school now. Who am I going to say "HEY MA" to and tell them about my day. Who's going to cuddle up with me on the couch and be lazy for awhile.
Ma,
Remember how you used to come into my room while I was studying, and hug me then tickle me. Remember how you used to sing me to sleep when I was young. Or how you used sing when you're happy. You had a beautiful voice. Remember how we sat on the couch, looking for coloured beads to do arts & crafts. Remember every single day we spent together.
Ma,
I just saw your body, lying in the coffin. You look so beautiful, peaceful, just like you're sleeping. And I have the biggest urge to scream "wake up". Thank you,Ma. For giving me life, for giving me love. You taught me everything good in my life. You were always selfless, God-fearing. You were my strong pillar of hope and love. And even though you're no longer here with us, you're with God. And you're happy, just like how you appeared in Lissa's dream. And I do hope justice will be served. They're working on finding the criminals, ma. They will be caught.
We all miss you ma, we miss you so much. Goh Ee and Sar Ee has already appointed themselves as my 'mama' and I see you so much of you in them. And it's not going to be the same anymore. Nothing will be the same anymore. You're not going to watch me graduate, you're not going to watch me get married. You're not going to be there to take care of my children. But I know you are with us in spirit, and you're always watching over us. Please give me the strength and courage to move forward with my life. Please give me the motivation to be better. To be more like you. To spread the love and joy. Papa, Tache and I will always be grateful for you are the biggest blessing God has given. And maybe you've done too much good so The Lord called you home. And you are safe now, safe with God. He will watch over you (and us) and protect you. You are safe from all the evil now.
I will make you proud, mama. I will make everyone proud. I love you so much. I'll love you every single day of my life, and I'll never forget whatever you've done for me. Thank you so much. Rest In Peace, mama, I love you.
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