Thursday, January 22, 2009
误会
单位小唐去广州出差,钱用完了,就到银行取钱,为小唐服务的是一个四十出头的女人。小唐隔着玻璃用刚训练了两星期的普通话亲切地喊:“大姐,我取钱。”银行女工作人员立马脸色大变,身体像筛糠一般开始抖动。小唐想,喊声大姐就激动成这样,莫不是我太帅了吧?于是更加嚣张地喊:“大姐,我取钱!”忽然感觉脑袋嗡的一声,小唐被银行保安一棍子打倒在地,昏了过去。 在医院,警察问刚醒过来的小唐:“你为什么要抢银行?”小唐傻了:“我抢什么银行?”那个银行的女同志指着病床上的小唐说:“还狡辩,隔着玻璃就喊‘打劫,我缺钱’,不是抢劫难道是存款啊?” 如今小唐每天都要提醒我们:“兄弟们,说好普通话,这样才安全!”
Change???
最近好像不知发生什么事…好寂寞叻…
每次叫他们出来吃饭都没人理…
唉…算咯…只好跟同事一起咯…
差不多天天都和小玲他们一起吃饭叻…
渐渐的,习惯了…
她一没来,好像浑身不自在的…
只好自己打包饭吃…
她星期日换了发型,后面layer一点,再卷少许…
我的其他同事都一直笑她,讲她像“Ohm”
但我看着看着,不会啊…很美啊…
头现在有点特别,像苹果头…就像上次杨丞琳那样
哈哈…
我也挑染了我的头发,两个星期的事了…应该很少人知道…
每次叫他们出来吃饭都没人理…
唉…算咯…只好跟同事一起咯…
差不多天天都和小玲他们一起吃饭叻…
渐渐的,习惯了…
她一没来,好像浑身不自在的…
只好自己打包饭吃…
她星期日换了发型,后面layer一点,再卷少许…
我的其他同事都一直笑她,讲她像“Ohm”
但我看着看着,不会啊…很美啊…
头现在有点特别,像苹果头…就像上次杨丞琳那样
哈哈…
我也挑染了我的头发,两个星期的事了…应该很少人知道…
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A simple story,but less ppl rmb..
Can I Borrow $25?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down..
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
Can I Borrow $25?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down..
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
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