Tuesday, July 31, 2007

unknown flower

I don't know the name of this flower.

It is my mommy's plant.

It is so cute.

:O There are a lot of things I haven't known .

LOL..poor me!

fruits in my backyard

I don't know what fruit it is.

But I know it is so sweet.

Knowing the name of the fruit is not important, just eating is important .:D

You agree?

It looks like Lychee but it is not sour. Too sweet !

flags of our Uni

Monday, July 30, 2007

Kalvin's Essay

Please let me share an essay of My friend " Kalvin Alexander".

While I am reading this essay, I remember "The adventures of Tom Sawyer" of Mark Twin.

It is a classical novel and I love it since I was 16 or 17.

Both Kalvin and Tom Sawyer are cool.


Have you ever think of yourself ? As you know we are some kind of living creature dwelling on this blue planet in somewhere around the small universe. If you have some sanity to compare to those huge matters with yourself and then you will regret that you had ever born. Anyway we have already born and lived a few years on this planet. But that does not mean you are important to this planet. Then why do people bother to create such words like “Important” and also some would like to feel “Special”.
Then this essay comes up out of my tiny brain. The title itself was explained upon what I’m about to write. But you know I’m different or at least trying to be a different person. You may wonder why I need to be different and also how I will be different with the other fellow human being after trying so hard. I have very simple answer like you are reading my essay and I wrote this essay. Some people may take this as an indifferent and feeble attempt for stupid attention seeking stunt but hey I dared to do like this.
At first I don’t know how I existed in this world and at that time I don’t even know the world is existed let alone to make an argument whether the world is flat or not. After wasting a few years around with pre-written memories or speech or imagination whatever we call education, I accepted that the world is in round shape and definitely not flat. When I’m writing this sentence I keep remembering some lunatic who’s named a book like “The world is flat”. He may sound professional in his area of expertise but the way he name the book was simply stupid. But we, human being are far more familiar with stupidity. So his book becomes one of best selling book.
Some religion explain the world was created by GOD but they don’t answer the question like who create GOD. And also GOD has nothing to do with my essay. I will have to move on to another topic like how we become human. When I was young I don’t bother to find out why I was existed in the first place. Having both parents is sometime very good. They will tell you various kinds of stories and they will keep reminding you as their own offspring.
I was born in a quite big family as the first grandchild for my grandparents. They are my first grandparents too. I have more than 3 uncles and 4 aunties but a few of them died with various reasons. As a first grandchild in the whole family I don’t have any cousin to play with. So I become friendly to all adult people around me since I was young. I used to talk with collage professor about how I like to eat 2 fried eggs sitting on the table. And I used to play chess with some High School headmaster. Believe me that I used to be the winner at that time. It’s not because that I’m very smart, it’s because they don’t want me to go around and play as a rebel. Playing Chess keep me sit still on a chair for long hour.
Later in life I have no mood to play chess anymore. It’s simply I don’t like the manner of the opponent who always try to win the game. And I don’t want to stuck on a chair playing with such kind of selfish person. Anyway my school days are usual like everyone except I was in the group of quite bright kids. The school used to give me a report card which show that I am at the position One. My parents were proud of me that their first child was ahead of whole class. But I feel indifferent. I don’t care about exams and positions but I do care about my classmate. They are the first few friends who are in my age and size. I can play very well with them and unlike adult people they always want to play with me.
Playing around and messing around are the best part in childhood memories. I used to kick the dogs, ducks and geese on the way to school and some owners come to my home and make some complaints to my grandparents. But I always get away with some reasons. When I’m at the age of knowing self, I already had some pets. A few dogs, a couple of cats and a tank full of various fishes.
I don’t know why but I like them very much but they don’t stay long. They die out one by one, some lost and losing something you valued make you feel miserable, like you I felt very sad and that cause me not to own a pet in later life. I moved my interest and likeness to the toys. Toys may got stolen, left over or simply lost but at least they don’t die. I still have a lot of small toys at home ( if my youngest brother don’t spoil all of them. )
After school life it seems like all the good days are over. During school we used to calculate a few thing everyday. How many periods left to end the day and also how many days left to weekend. Weekends are the best thing I have when I was young but later on weekends are the worst thing I can’t avoid because of the full schedule of tuitions round the clock.
Before I start my university I spoiled my youth and end my happy-go-round life. What did I do ? I start studying computer related things. And the worst is I like to study programming. Pascal and C programming are the best thing I ever had to study but they really spoiled my youth. I have no mood to fool around the city as I used to do before and stop talking with a lot of people because I simply don’t have time to talk to them and also they also don’t want to talk with some kind of weirdo with full of logic.
This is not the end but it’s very close to end an essay, another bad thing I did to myself was I start working when I was so young. Even my mom don’t want me to start working, I work by my own decision and that make myself more independent than before and that cause a lot of consequences such as now I decide myself for whatever I want to do. And start compromising with other peoples in life.
A lot of adults in my dad age tell me like I was working like an adult even though I was still young at that time. I became a project manager when my last year of teenage. Most of the people may think that was the best thing could happened to a young teenager. But now I realize that I can be something else .. something more stupid than being a project manager. Being a project manager I lost my soul to become a guitarist who used to play with a band. Now I don’t want to manage a project anymore.
Unlike my friends I quit from university. The result is now I am working as an IT technician oversea and still single and they get married and some divorced twice. They are having children and I’m acting like a child still wondering how I lost a day whenever I saw the sun set. Most of the childhood friends don’t know where I was now and what I’m doing. Once or twice I met with a few of them, ten years after high school. I tried to explain to them about my profession or at least the things I used to do. They simply awe the words and terms which sound very stupid to non-IT peoples. In this way I have nothing new to say to them but I enjoy with them talking old memories sometime a bit nostalgic.
Anyway this is about myself from my point of view. If you try to write about mine it will be myself from your point of view for me. Also I may change mood and feeling over times. If I write next time about the same thing, I will not write this same essay. It’s not like you can’t jump into the same river, it’s just I will simply forgot this essay. Forgetting things also as good as remembering childhood memories. If I don’t forget a lot of details I will write this essay as in first grade. I still remember my essay has only ten lines most of the lines are not telling about myself.
Similar to this essay, my first grade teacher teach me to notice the surrounding and write them down as I see. After 20 years later, now, you may find my surrounding in my essay but you can’t find me in this essay. I doubt that the term “Myself” itself is somewhat illusive or I still don’t know about me. Or I don’t have enough information to write down about me. Maybe I will try after next 20 years if I’m still alive and still remember to write a new essay. Maybe I will end up like everyone else who don’t bother to write this kind of essay anymore.


Sunday, July 29, 2007

my breakfast today

This morning, my breakfast is "Mote-Phat- Htote".


I love it a lot. Would you like to join me to have breakfast?

Saturday, July 28, 2007


Although the flower looks like rose, it is not ROSE.

This flower is Begonia. We , Myanmar People named it "Kyway Pann".

Begonias are among the most versatile annuals.

They grow well in the sun or shade.

Though they need to be shaded from hot sunlight, they do need some sun to flower best.

Morning light or light that is filtered through leaves or a lattice roof is best.

I took these photo shoots while Mommy was watering them this morning.

Za Latt Pann

I don't know how to call this flower in English.

We , Myanmar People named it Za Latt Pann.

When I was at the age of 7 or 8, my mommy used to let me pick those flowers in the morning .

I donated those flowers to Lord Buddha (statue).

Starting from those days, it became my habit for my whole life: picking the flowers and donating to Lord Buddha.

My mommy grows it in the garden. I am so familiar with this flower. Because my mommy grows it wherever we are , and I see this flower for a life.

Friday, July 27, 2007

creation of Phota

This painting is created by Phota (Tun Myo Hlaing).

I asked for this picture to post on my Myanmar Children blog.

I deeply thank him.

Let me say " Thank you, Phota." to him.

Maroon coloured Cattleya

My mommy's Cattleya Orchids .

Maroon in colour.

So pretty as a graceful lady.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Cattleya Orchids in my garden

Mommy's Cattleya Orchids are in blossoms .

ohh..What a lucky woman I am!

Students awards and prizes Ceremony will be held on the day after tomorrow.

I am going to pick some flowers and I am going to wear in my hair.
I haven't chosen the dress. You know, Myanmar National Costume matches with the flowers.

Guess how I am so pretty in national costume and flowers in my hair.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

purple flowers

I don't know the name of this flower.

But I like it for the small birds which come to this flowers to suck the nectar every morning.

I am trying to take those birds' picture, but when they see me, they fly away.

lol...I think I look so horrible .


It is just a fern.

I love ferns since I was a kid. I used to picked the ferns up from the stream bank.

Ohh..I miss my golden days of childhood.

Monday, July 23, 2007

12 month flower

I don't know its botanical name and English name.
We , Myanmar people name it "Sat-Hna-Yar-Thi" flower. It means 12 month flower.
It is all year round flower.
It is my mommy's plant.

Words of Sayadaw U PanDiTa

World Peace Starts from Within:

Without peace in our own little worlds, crying for peace in the Big World with clenched fists and raised arms is something to think of.

Words of Sayadaw U PanDiTa

This is words of Sayadaw U PanDiTa from Raindrops in Hot Summer book.
That book is one of my favourite things.

Selecting Tasks:
There are three kinds of tasks: the desirable, the suitable and the possible. From the desirable tasks, suitable ones should be selected and carried out; from suitable tasks too; possible ones should be selected and carried out.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Star Angels

Star Angels flowers in my garden.
My mommy likes it so much.


My mommy's orchid "Phalaenopis " is now in blossoms . The plant care is already mentioned in older post.
hee..I am being lazy to write again.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

The Art of Work

Work brings man to life, sets him in motion.

Work is man in action doing things. Nothing happens until people go to work. Work creates the world we live in.

The right attitude toward work multiplies achievement.

The art of work consists of what you think about your work, how you feel about your work, and what you do about your work.

It is abolishing the concept of work as chains and slavery, and seeing it as freedom to create and build and help.

It is striving to find work you love, a job to which you can harness your heart.

It is idealizing your work, turning a job into a mission, a task into a career.

It is doing your present work so well that it will open doors to new opportunities. Tasks done at a high standard pave the way to bigger things.

It is glorifying your work, putting a halo around your job.

It is saying with the poet Henry Van Dyke: "This is my work, my blessing, not my doom."

It is discovering the great healing power of work... If you are lonely....work! If you are worried or fearful work! If you are discouraged or defeated...work! Work is the key to happiness.

It is making your work you. It is putting the stamp of your unique personality on the work you do. It is pouring your spirit into your task. It is making your work a reflection of your faith, your integrity, and your ideals.

It is recognizing that work that you can express yourself and make a contribution to human progress.
James W.Elliott said it all nine words; "Work is life and good work is good life."

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Walking

Walking exercises the whole man.

Walking exercises the body. It gives the arms and legs a workout. It stimulates the flow of blood; expands the lungs. It is gentle and relaxing.

Walking exercises the mind. It shakes up the brain cells. It fills them with oxygen; drives out the cobwebs. A famous scientist says he does his best thinking on the two miles sidewalk between his home and office.

Walking exercises the emotions. It gives you a chance to observe and enjoy the world. Open your eyes to beauty. See the homes, the trees, the gardens. See the shining faces of little children. Listen for church chimes, singing birds and the laughter of happy people.

Walking uplifts the spirit. Breathe out the poisons of tensions, stress and worry; breathe in the power of God. Send forth little silent prayers of good will toward those you meet.

Walk with the sense of being part of a good will toward those you meet.

Walk with the sense of being a part of a vast universe. Consider the thousand of miles of earth beneath your feet; think of the limitless expanse of space above your head. Walk in awe, wonder and humility.

Walk at all times of day. In the early morning when the world is just walking up. Late at night under the stars. Along a busy city street at noon.

Walk in all kinds of weather. Experience the glory of earth coming back to life in springtime; the warming rays of the sun in summer; the zest of October's bright-blue weather; the rugged desolation of winter. Walk in the rain and in blizzard.

Walk alone mostly. but if with a companion, choose one who knows the secret of quietness.

Walk for fun and adventure, for health and inspiration.
And when you go for a walk remember these words by Elbert Hubbard; "Carry your chin in and crown of your head high. We are gods in the chrysalis."

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Travelling

When you pack your bags to explore the beauties of your country or to travel around the world, consider these keys to a happy journey.

Travel lightly. You are not traveling for people to see you.

Travel slowly. Jet planes are for getting places, not seeing places: take time to absorb the beauty and inspiration of a mountain.

Travel expectantly. Every place you visit is like a surprise package to be opened. Unite the strings with an expectation of high adventure.

Travel hopefully. " To travel hopefully. " wrote Robert Louis Stevenson, "is better than to arrive."

Travel humbly. Visit people and place with reverence and respect for their traditions and ways of life.

Travel courteously. "Consideration for your fellow travelers and your hosts will smooth the way through the most difficult days.

Travel gratefully. Show appreciation for the many things that are being done by others for your enjoyment and comfort.

Travel with an open mind. Leave your prejudices at home.

Travel with curiosity. It is not how far you go, but how deeply you go that mines the gold of experience.

Travel fearlessly. Banish worry and timidity; the world and its people belong to you just as you belong to the world.

Travel relaxed. Make up your mind to have a good time.

Travel patiently. It takes time to understand others, especially when there are barriers of language and custom; keep flexible and adaptable to all situations.

Travel with the spirit of a world citizen. You'll discover that people are basically much the same the world around. Be an ambassador of good will to all people.

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Staying Young

The art of staying young depends upon staying youthful on the inside, in mind, heart and spirit , in defiance of wrinkles and gray hairs on the outside.

The Fountain of Youth is within you!

Staying young is an inside matter. Your body grows old, but your body is not you." we do not count a man's years, " wrote Emerson, "until he has nothing else to count."

Stay young by continuing to grow. You do not grow old, you become old by not growing.

Stay young by hanging on to your dreams. A philosopher write : "There is not much to do but bury a man when the last of his dreams is dead."

Stay young by maintaining a cheerful attitude. Keep this verse from Proverbs in mind: " A merry heart doeth good like medicine , but a broken spirit dry up the bones."

Stay young by keeping your mind alive and alert. Scientists have found that the ability to think does not decline with advancing age; the only difference may be a slight decrease in the speed of thinking.

Stay young by forcing your mind out of old ruts.

Remember that beaten paths are for beaten men. See new places, read new books, try new hobbies. Increase the depth of your life.

Stay young by remaining flexible, adaptable and open-minded. Do not permit your mental arteries to harden.

Stay young by keeping constructively busy. Set yourself new goals for achievement.

Stay young by tackling new projects. The man who planted a tree at 90 was a man of vision.

Start ideas and plans rolling that will go on long after you are gone.

Stay young by doing good. Work for worthy causes in your city, state, nation and world.

Stay young by keeping your heart young. "If it can be done ." wrote the poet, Carl Sandburg, "it is not a bad practice for a man of many years to die with a boy heart."

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Simplicity

The art of simplicity is simple to simplify.

Simplicity avoids the superficial, penetrates the complex, goes to the heart of the problem and pinpoints the key factors.

Simplicity does not beat around the bush. It does not take winding detours.

It follows a straight line to the objective. Simplicity is the shortest distance between two points.

Simplicity does not elucidate the obscure, it emphasizes the obvious.

Simplicity solves the problems. Listen to the testimony of Charles Kettering, a genius of modern research; "The problem when solved will be simple."

Simplicity discovers great ideas; a swinging cathedral lamp inspired the pendulum, watching a tea kettle lento the stream engine, a falling apple revealed the law of gravitation.

Simplicity is a mark of greatness. "To be simple is to be great." wrote Emerson. Only little men pretend; big men are genuine and sincere.

Simplicity has given all the big things little names; dawn, day, hope, love, home, peace, life, death.

Simplicity uses little words. It practices the wisdom of Lincoln, who said," Make it so simple a child will understand; then no one will misunderstand.

Simplicity deepens life. It magnifies the simple virtues on which man's survival depends; humility, faith, courage, serenity, honesty, patience, justice, tolerance, thrift.

Simplicity is the arrow of the spirit!

Writen by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

Interesting Flower

I don't know what flower it is. It looks like plastic flower although it is real . I took that picture in TG nursery. The plant is a kind of vines .

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Martyrs Day of Myanmar ( 19th July)

General Aung San was Born in the township of Natmauk on Feb. 13, 1915.

He was the son of fairly well-off parents. He graduated from one of the high schools set up by Burmese nationalists to demonstrate their independence of foreign-provided education, and he received his bachelor's degree from the University of Rangoon. As a university student, he was extremely active politically, serving as president of the Rangoon University Students' Union, breeding ground of nationalist leaders, and as one of the founders of the All-Burma Students' Union.

Editor of Oway, the Rangoon University student magazine, he was expelled from the university in 1936 for printing a slashing personal attack on a college official. The attack had no connection whatsoever with mounting nationalist demands against the British colonial presence but led nonetheless to the 1936 students' strike, the major shaping event of pre-World War II Burmese nationalism.

General Aung San wrote well in both Burmese and English. He was founding member of the anticolonial Red Dragon Book Club (together with U Nu, later to be independent Burma's first premier) and a member of the editorial staff of the only English-language newspaper in the prewar years, New Burma.

General Aung San was elected general secretary of the extreme nationalist Thakin (Our Own Masters) party in 1938, and he became the leading young nationalist before World War II and one of the two or three key Burmese political figures in the country. He helped to found the All-Burma Peasants League and, together with Dr. Ba Maw, established the Freedom Bloc to present a united front against the continuation of the British colonial presence. For such activities he was frequently interrogated and detained by the authorities.

General Aung San went underground in late 1940 to escape arrest by the British and subsequently left the country surreptitiously to make contact with Japanese officials in occupied southeastern China. He traveled to Japan, then returned to Burma to lay the groundwork for subsequent Japanese-Burmese nationalist cooperation against the British. When he returned to Japan in early 1941, he took with him 29 fellow young nationalists, none of them as prominent politically as himself.

He feared that the departure of more prominent figures would arouse British suspicion. General Aung San and these others were to lead the so-called Burma Independence Army into Burma from Thailand in 1942, in cooperation with the Japanese, and gain Burmese immortality as the "Thirty Comrades."

The Thirty Comrades were subsequently to rank as the greatest heroes of the Burmese nationalist revolution. Many were to play major political roles in postcolonial Burma, including Gen. Ne Win, who unseated elected premier U Nu in 1958 and 1962 and was Burma's head of government during most of the 1960s.
Suspicious of Japanese intentions toward Burma almost from the start, Aung San nonetheless accepted command of the Burma Defense Army, heretofore the Burma Independence Army.

When Burmese "independence" was proclaimed in 1943, Aung San, who had been made a major general, was minister of war in the collaborationist Ba Maw government together with almost all of the other young nationalists. Despite his official position, however, he repeatedly spoke out against the sham character of Burma's alleged independence.

In August 1944 Aung San was the principal moving force behind the establishment of the Anti-Fascist Organization, the clandestine resistance force that subsequently became the Anti-Fascist People's Freedom League (AFPFL) and Burma's governing party for the first 10 years of independence after 1948. In March 1945 he led the Burma Defense Army, newly named the Patriot Burmese Forces, into open rebellion against Japan and subsequently into cooperation with the returning British military forces. Elected president of the AFPFL in 1945 and reelected the subsequent year at a convention attended by 100,000 persons, the youthful Aung San emerged from World War II the best known and most popular of the Burmese political leaders. His demand to Britain for early independence was backed by the support of the overwhelming majority of his politically conscious countrymen. The British governor, Sir Reginald Dorman-Smith, however, regarded Aung San as a traitor and war criminal. Sir Reginald's failure to reach agreement with the Burmese leader led to his replacement by Sir Hubert Rance, with whom
General Aung San quickly agreed on the composition of an interim government to help rule Burma until independence and to prepare for such independence. Aung San was premier-designate of the soon-to-be independent government.

In January 1947 Aung San, now Burma's acknowledged political leader, led the Burmese delegation to London for independence talks with British premier Clement Attlee. On his return in February 1947 Aung San successfully negotiated the Panglong Agreement, which provided for the participation of various frontier-area peoples in the new Union of Burma, as the emergent Burmese federal state was to be called.

On July 19, 1947--six months before the coming of independence--Aung San, only 32, and most of the other top nationalist leaders of the country were shot to death by henchmen of an insanely jealous political rival, prewar premier U Saw. The anniversary of the assassinations, known as Martyrs Day, is Myanmar's most solemn national holiday.

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We , all myanmar people feel so sad for his death and he is always in our hearts.

General Aung San (13 Feb 1915 - 19 July 1947)

General Aung San with Clement Attlee, 10 Downing Street, January 1947.

Wedding Photograph of General Aung San and Daw Khin Kyi. (September 1942)

his family (1947)

General Aung San in Lodon, January 1947, between Thakin Mya and Lord Pethwick-Lawrence

Kiss Me Quick

The Art of Reading

To practice the art of reading, develop a hungry , curious, questing mind and then seek your answer in books.

You open doors when you open books. ...doors that swing wide to unlimited horizons of knowledge , wisdom and inspiration that will enlarge the dimensions of your life.

Through books you can live a thousand lives in one.

You can discover America with Columbus, stand with Lincoln at Gettysburg, work in the laboratory with Edison and walk the fields with St.Francis.

Through books you can encompass in your imagination the full sweep of world history.

You can watch the rise and fall of civilizations, the ebb and flow of mighty battles and the changing pattern of life through the ages.

Through books you can know the majesty of great poetry, the wisdom of the philosophers, the findings of the scientists.

Through books you can start today where the great thinkers of yesterday left off, because books have immortalized man's knowledge. Thinkers, dead a thousand years; are as alive in their books today as when they walked the earth.

Through books you can orient your life to the world you live in, for books link the past, the present and the future.

Read, then, from the vast storehouse of books at your command!

Read several books at a time, turning from one to the others as your mood changes....a biography, a novel, a volume of history, a book about your business.

Read with a red pencil in your hand, underlining the important passages, so you can quickly review the heart of the book.

Read something each day. Discipline yourself to a regular schedule of reading. With only fifteen minutes a day you can read twenty books in a year...

Read to increase your knowledge, your background, your awareness, your insight...

Read to lead...read to grow!

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Maturity

The distilled experience of many men has resulted in discoveries like these about the art of mature living.

That life is too short to be wasted in hatred, revenge, faultfinding, prejudice, intolerance and destruction.

That only the affirmative approach inspires progress. We should follow the wise advice of Charles W. Eliot and "cultivate a calm nature, expectant of good."

That our basic direction should always be toward wholeness of life. The great life built on deep and enduring values. Like a giant tree, we should grow from within.

That no outstanding work is done alone. Miracles can be achieved when we don't care who gets the credit.

That we should not dodge reality to turn our backs on situations that must be faced. Private bravery is the price of persona; victory.

That it is never wise to become too elates or too discouraged.

As Robert Louis Stevenson suggested, we should strive to "go on in fortune and misfortune like a clock during a thunderstorm."

That a few troubles and a little pain are good for us and help us to grow.

We should not complain that the rosebush has thorns but should rejoice because it bears roses.

That time is the great healer of hurts ,sorrows and disappointments. When one door closes another will open if we don't lose heart.

That it is wiser to judge a man by how he lives than by what he says.

That modernization in all things is a good rule. It is wise to live a balanced and varied life without permitting anyone or anything to enslave us.

That we must learn to distinguish between the important and unimportant. Then trifles will not trip us up and we can devote our lives to the meaningful and significant.

That there is no time like the present for putting into effect the seasoned wisdom of our years.
It is now or never it we are to avoid an old age of regret and remorse.

That the man who aligns his life with the good and true need fear no evil.

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

little roses


Interesting orchids in TG nursery.

I think they are the family of Dancing Lady orchid.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Desert Rose

Common Name: Desert Rose

Scientific Name: Adenium obesum

Native to East Africa.

It is a small tree, under wich principal caracteristics are:
- A caudex, sort of big bulge under the branches
- A beautiful and abundant flowering, with colors from pale rose to dark red
- Longevity, many hundred years
- Resistance to dryness.

The Art of Humility

The art of humility begins with a recognition of our dependence on other and an appreciation of God’s gift of life.

A man becomes humble when he sees himself in imagination standing naked, helpless and alone at the dawn of man’s creation.

When he realizes that millions of men, in thousands of battles, have given their lives to make him free.

When he was aware of the enormous debt owes to others who who have laboured though the ages to fashion the world he lives in. When he acknowledges that he is the heir of infinite riches he did not create.

When he considers how little he knows of all there is to know.

When he understands how the philosopher Will Durant felt., when he wrote on his seventy-fifth birthday: “ I feel like a drop of water trying to understand the ocean.”

When he stands under the stars at night and meditates on his insignificance compared with the vast reaches of the universe.

When he measures his inadequacy in the face of the multitude of undone tasks that face mankind.

When he ponders the miracle of his own body,which,without , his conscious thought, controls heartbeat and respiration, digests food, compounds chemicals, renews cells. Combats disease, heals wounds, maintaining the equilibrium of his intricate physical being.

Because he knows so little about so much he becomes teachable, open-minded and flexible. He never stops growing.

Because he realizes his own limitations he becomes more tolerant and understanding of others.

Because he is grateful for the immeasurable contributions others have made to his life he is not blinded by arrogance and pride.

He has greater vision because his ego does not get in his way.

He discovers that those of a gentle spirit do have the earth for their possession: that humility opens the gates of the mind and heart so greatness can flow through.

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Freedom

Freedom is a personal thing.

Freedom is an open door, but you must walk through it.

Freedom is a ladder, but you must climb it.

Freedom doesn’t mean you can do what you please, but it does mean that there isn’t anything holding you back from striving to make your finest dreams come true.

Freedom is yours now, this very minute, and what you do with it is up to you. You can aim at the highest goal.

Freedom is an invitation to be creative-to paint, sing, carve, write, build, according to your heart’s desire.

Freedom is the opportunity to dedicate your life to the service of others.

You can follow your gleam wherever it leads.

Freedom is your right to be yourself, to make mistake, to fail and try again.

No failure is final: freedom always gives you another chance.

Freedom is blessing to be shared.

The fruits of freedom depend upon the interaction of the thoughts, ideas and ideals of men.

Freedom is a wide horizon gleaming with promise.

They only chains and shackles you must break are within you.

You practice the art of freedom when you make the most of all that freedom offers.

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Creating Ideas

Ideas are the beginning of all things.

The world we live in today first existed as ideas in the minds of men...bridges, skyscrapers, automobiles, airplanes, religions, philosophies, governments, symphonies, paintings, poems....everything!

Man’s future is vast because God has given him unlimited power to create ideas.

Man’s greatest freedom is free to think.

Man’s mind has immense scope. “The mind,” wrote Lewis Mumford, “is a power station, a storage warehouse, a library, a theatre, a museum, a hall of archives, a court of justice.”

Ideas make men giants.
The art of creating ideas is man’s most challenging quest....

First, a man must win the battle against his own inertia. “There is no expedient to which man will not resort to avoid the real labour of thinking,” wrote Joshua Reynolds.

Second, he will learn from Edison, who said, “I am more of a sponge than inventor.” He will sponge up all the data and facts about a problem, look at it from every angle, attack it with power and penetration.

Third, he will harness the power of his subconscious mind. When intense concentration on the conscious level fails to reveal the answer, he will relax, play golf, fish, listen to music, or sleep on the problem. He will use what Oliver Wendell Holmes called “ the underground workshop of the mind.”

Fourth, he will keep alert to the stream of thought continuously flowing through his mind. Like a prospector panning for gold, he will watch for the idea nuggets that flash in his consciousness.

Fifth, he will evaluate the ideas he receives. He will reject the inferior ones and polish and improve the good ones.

Sixth, he will turn ideas from dreams into realities. He will make them servants of man.

Millions of ideas are awaiting discovery by the minds of men...ideas that will change the world, build the peace, conquer man’s common enemies.

Every man can contribute more if he will think more.

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Courtesy

The art of courtesy is the practice of the Golden Rule in little things.

It is being courteous even to those who are discourteous.

It is striving to avoid a reaction of irrational in spite of the most severe provocation.

It is remembering that “ a soft answer turned away wrath.”

It is coming forward to meet others with warmth, graciousness and a hospitable spirit.

It is using shock-absorber words to smooth the jars and jolts of daily living; words that express kindness, consideration and gratitude.

It is wisdom to know that we should love before we think and think before we act.

It is putting people at ease, helping them to relax.

It is recognizing the worth of the individual, protecting his dignity, inspiring him to think well of himself.

It is the sympathetic ear and the understanding heart.

It is going the second mile to make things pleasant for others.

It is appreciation what others do for us and letting them know it.

It is big enough to take the blame for our mistakes and being quick to ask forgiveness for our blunders.

It is recognizing the universal power of a smile: for a sincere smile is courtesy in every language and puts a glow in the heart everywhere on earth.

It is emphasizing the gentle in gentleman.

It is endeavoring to live with some nobility that we may prove that the age of chivalry isn’t dead.

It is keeping constantly in mind the words of Emerson: “Life is not so short but that here is always time enough for courtesy.”

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

The Art of Empathy

Some has made the wise observation that a man wrapped up in himself makes a very small package.

Such a man is self-centred.

The dimensions of his life are dwarfed and limited.

The practice of empathy makes a man other-centred.

Through the power of his creative imagination empathy enables him to project himself into the consciousness of others that he may know how they think and how they feel.

Sympathy merely mirrors another man’s trouble; empathy discovers the causes of the trouble with the searchlight of insight.

Through empathy a man comes to appreciate another person’s feelings without becoming so emotionally involved that his judgment is affected.

Through empathy a man learns not to judge others in terms of his own personal interests, likes and dislikes, but in terms of what life means to them.
The Sioux Indians expressed the attitude of empathy when they prayed,
“Great Spirit, help us never to judge another until we have walked for two weeks in his moccasins.

Through empathy a man may closely identify himself with anyone he may to understand .

He may himself seek inspiration from the gifted, the victorious , the happy.

He may develop a deep comprehension of the problem of the blind, the crippled, the sorrowing and the defeated.

Empathy is the key to leadership. It unlocks the dreams in the hearts of men so the leader can help to make those dreams come true.

Empathy helps to create harmony in the home.

Family members may play the roles of each other.

For instance, the father can play the part of the son and the son the part of the father, that each may learn to know and appreciate the feelings of the other.

Practicing the art of empathy will enlarge a man’s life.

It will broaden his humanity, expand his understanding and inspire tolerance and forbearance, compassion and forgiveness.

Written by Wilfred Peterson in 1960.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007


I love the grass.

Wild flowers , grass and jasmine are my favourite things.


The flowers in TG nursery.

Roses in my garden

Look !!!
Roses in my garden.
I took those pictures in early morning.
I love the pink one. It is so cute just like a baby.