How would I look like if…

Have you ever wondered how you looked like, if you were a fashionista during the 1950s up to the 80s? Will you be sporting a different hairstyle? or will you be having a different fashion taste?

Here’s my peek into a world I’ve never been! I tried the different hairstyles and wardrobes of the earlier eras, and checked how I would look if I lived during those times. It’s like getting into a time machine! I had a good laugh doing this.

Want to try this on your pic? Visit yearbook yourself and start having great fun!

Enjoy!

What Will Matter?

Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.

All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear. So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.

The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.

It won’t matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.

It won’t matter whether you were beautiful of brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.

What will matter is not your success, but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence, but your character.

What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.

What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.

What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice.

Choose to live a life that matters.

(forwarded email. Author unknown)

Do Fingers Grow Back?

A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint.

The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy’s hands into a pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally  had to amputate the fingers from both the boy’s hands.

When the boy woke up from the surgery and saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, “Daddy, I’m sorry about your truck.” Then he asked, “but when are my fingers going to grow back?” The father went home and committed suicide.

Think about the story the next time you see someone spilled milk at a dinner table or hear a baby cry. Think first before you lose your patience and become angry with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones and hurt feelings often cannot. 

Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.

Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient.

Always remember: YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE ANGRY, BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE CRUEL.

UNDERSTAND AND LOVE.

“IN YOUR ANGER, DO NOT SIN.” (Ephesians 4:26)

(old forwarded email. Author unknown)

Happy 1st Birthday, Inigo!

Inigo turned one year old! How time flies!

I just want to extend my sincerest gratitude to my friends who helped me organize my son’s birthday party last 19th. I couldn’t have done it without you guys.

Check out pictures from the birthday party in INIGO’s BLOG and INIGO’s FRIENDSTER ACCOUNT.