What Kind of Writer I AM?

You Should Be a Film Writer

You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind. You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life. Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling. And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Gift From God, A

Gift From God, A
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."

He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Darn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!

Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach ... , but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

Each day is a gift from God! Don't forget to say, "Thank you!"

Taken from:
http://www.inspirationalstories.com/cgi-bin/printer.pl?738

FRIENDS

FRIENDS
by: Bill Greer, Chicken Soup for the Veteran's Soul

(A)ccepts you as you are
(B)elieves in "you"
(C)alls you just to say "HI"
(D)oesn't give up on you
(E)nvisions the whole of you (even the unfinished parts)
(F)orgives your mistakes
(G)ives unconditionally
(H)elps you
(I)nvites you over
(J)ust "be" with you
(K)eeps you close at heart
(L)oves you for who you are
(M)akes a difference in your life
(N)ever Judges
(O)ffer support
(P)icks you up
(Q)uiets your fears
(R)aises your spirits
(S)ays nice things about you
(T)ells you the truth when you need to hear it
(U)nderstands you
(V)alues you
(W)alks beside you
(X)-plains thing you don't understand
(Y)ells when you won't listen and
(Z)aps you back to reality

Taken from:
http://www.inspirationalstories.com/cgi-bin/printer.pl?1092

Bobby's Dime

Bobby's Dime
By THOMAS PUCCI
(thanks to Julie for submitting) (We orginally put this story up as "Christmas Roses by Author Unknown", however thanks to Bobbie for sending us the correct title and author of the story!!)

Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold. Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift. He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend." Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be stretched so far.

What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the household in their mother's absence. Three of his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for their mother. Somehow it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had nothing. Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk down to the street where the shops and stores were.

It wasn't easy being six without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to. Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach. It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting off of something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime. Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment. As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when the salesperson told him that he couldn't buy anything with only a dime. He noticed a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift. The shop owner looked at Bobby and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you."

As Bobby waited he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers. The sound of the door closing as the last customer left jolted Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid. Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them neatly into a long white box. "That will be ten cents young man." the shop owner said reaching out his hand for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime! Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?" This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding open for Bobby, he heard the shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."

As he returned inside, the shopkeeper's wife walked out. "Who were you talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?" Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this morning. While I was setting up things to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime. "When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too, was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I put together a dozen of my very best roses." The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel the cold at all.


Taken from:
http://www.wow4u.com/christmasroses/index.html

Day of Work Today

Good Day Everyone,

I would like to thank you all for ALL your support, comments and feedback. Therefore here is a THANK YOU NOTE for you all and remember to SMILE :)
cause in God, everyday is a great day :)
and like I always say.... "Always make today better than yesterday..."

Today I had to go up to Genting Highlands for work, started at nine in the morning and ended at almost six. It was sure a killer to be carrying a 5KG notebook and walking around Genting for work ;P

But well it was a good day of work today, i was working at the Theme Park today and just observing people playing the arcade games until I also felt like joining them however I was working that time therefore I had to keep my sanity and craving. ;P

Had a good break today as well, went out with Kim and Ella for lunch at Ming Ren. Had a good refreshing minty dessert and lamb kebab Kim and Ella are good friends I met from my training at Genting Highlands, who are currently working in Genting. There are really nice, friendly, funny and fun to be with.

Let me fill you in a lil on our ride down to KL, after our training we drove down to KL. It all started of with Ella with her car sickness, then it continued with Ms Kim being the next Genting Idol, then it went with Ella bribing Ms Kim to accompany her

to KL with Green Tea and Choc Chip Mint in Baskin Robbins meanwhile Sean and I had Love Potion #31(which was simply lovely...slurp...) and Orange Sorbet(which i preferred the Lime Sorbet in Haagen Daaz), we had a good time laughing and chatting at Mid Valley. After that, we went back on our seperate ways, it was short but fun trip :D

So that was why I asked them out for lunch today to catch up with them again... :D
Ella,who was really funny, friendly and warm. Always makes me laugh. ;P
Kim, who was really funny, cute(in the way she talks) and warm as well. Always calling me "Mr Andrew...."

Thank God for knowing good friends like them and I wish them well in their future endavours.

It was a pleasure working with Sean and Chiew in the team as well. Sean been really helpful and active. I believe a great future lies in front of him. Chiew, a man of few words however he is really friendly and nice. You feel really nice just being with him. A nice man indeed.

At the end of the day, we all went back home feeling so dead tired but we had fun working today ;) Went home and just did some planning for the next day, shared to a close friend of mine on the phone ad prayed for him, encouraging him with this phrase which i have been pondering in my life...

"Its not how you start but how you end that is most important"

Good phrase and its been an encouragement to me ;)
Well thats all for my day, had a good day today and would be checking our Youth Camp site at Rawang tomorrow morning...
Keep us in prayer YFers ;)

Good nite and God bless everyone ;)

Good Time at our Home Garden

Just a lil introduction, today the 9th of April was my dad's birthday and we had a celebration for him at the back of our garden. My mum bought him a garden bench where he can sit during the mornings and evenings to enjoy nature.

Therefore to open the present ceremony, mum asked for a high tea to officiate his birthday present. Our whole family was there including our SOON-TO-BE sister in law, Ginie ;) I was the photographer during that afternoon ;)


Jared, Cheryl and Gideon :)
I like this photo as it shows a natural shot of my brother's family.

Dad, Gideon and Mum.
I really thank God for keeping dad and mum healthy and smiling all these years, all thanks to God :)

The picture of 2 soccer teams, the team below (Michelle and Jared) are the winning team and the team above (Me and Eugene) were the losing team. Partyly was my fault for missing some good shots. There was one good photo which was not taken where Michelle had a clear goal, and I being funny dived my whole body into the goal so that she can't score hahahaha ;P

My nephew, Gideon and me having real fun :)
My desire is that I would be an uncle that would inspire him to be the man of God that would make an impact in many lives.

Finally a family photo.... ;)

GOOD TIME AT OUR GARDEN