To share a short funny jokes about italian in USA…hope u guys can enjoy it
A bus stop and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated Conversation.
The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:
Emma come First. Den I come. Den two Asses come together. I come
once-a-more! Two asses, they come together again. I come again and
pee twice. Then I come one Lasta Time.’
The lady can’t take this any more, ‘You foul-mouthed sex obsessed
pig.’ She retorted indignantly. ‘In this country, we don’t speak
aloud on Public Places about our sex lives.’
Hey, coola down lady, ‘ said the man. ‘Who talkin’abouta sex?
I’m a Justa Tellin my frienda how to spell ‘ Mississippi ‘,’
Lesson: Seek first to understand, and then be understood
Just to share an inspiring story that i received from my e-mail today……….
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines, Iowa. I’ve always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I’ve done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I’ve never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.
However I’ve also had my share of what I call “musically challenged” pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby.
But Robby said that it had always been his mother’s dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he’d always say, “My mom’s going to hear me play someday.” But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student’s homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing “Miss Hondorf I’ve just got to play!” he insisted.
I don’t know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my “curtain closer.”
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he’d run an eggbeater through it. “Why didn’t he dress up like the other students?” I thought. “Why didn’t his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?”
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart’s Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo; From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. “I’ve never heard you play like that Robby! How’d you do it? ” Through the microphone Robby explained: “Well Miss Hondorf . . .. Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning And well . . She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.”
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I’ve never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . . Of Robby’s. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he who taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don’t know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.
And now, a footnote to the story.
If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably thinking about which people on your address list aren’t the “appropriate” ones to receive this type of message. The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference. So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a bit colder in the process?
Lesson : Don’t take anything for granted.
Some computer terms translated to BM,
Don’t you think that computer terminology in Bahasa Malaysia is really weird?
Cakera Keras = Hard Disk
Tetikus = Mouse
Papan Kunci = Keyboard
CD-ROM = Cakera Padat Ingatan Melalui Pembacaan (CP-IMP) – Isn’t that bit too much to ingat? Try pronouncing that without twisting your tongue or pausing to think. IMPs?
Monitor = What’s the term for this? KETUA DARJAH?
Modem = Could it be called “PEMPEND” <– PEModulasi, PENDemodulasi?
Motherboard = “Papan Ibu” probably? Maybe the best motherboards can be awarded the “Papan Ibu Mithali” then?
Sound Card = Kad Bunyi?
Sound Blaster = Peletup Bunyi?
Pipeline Burst Cache = Duite Garisan Paip Meletup?
Local Bus = Bas Tempatan? Sounds good to me.
VESA Local Bus = Bas Tempatan VESA?
Flatbed = Katil leper? OR Katil Rumah Pangsa (Flat)?
WWW = Sarang labah-labah Selebar Dunia (SSD)? Sounds quite convincing to me.
Then what would you call daughterboards? Papan anak perempuan? That sounds a little kinky for me :)) What about SIMMs and DIMMs and such…?
*laf* wonder what would you call ink jets then🙂 Pancutan Dakwat???
What about “Plug and Play [tm]”?🙂 Hmmm..Plug and play….Cucuk dan Main??? Somehow I think not.
Joystick = Batang Gembira or Batang Ria?? Damn obscene man!!
Suatu pagi yang indah kat sebuah sekolah rendah, seorang guru yang
begitu dedikasi mengajar anak2 muridnya tentang betapa bahayanya
minuman keras kepada mereka. Sebelum memulakan mata pelajarannya pada hari
itu dia telah mengambil 2 ekor cacing yang hidup, sebagai sampel kehidupan
dan dua gelas minuman yang masing2 berisi dengan air mineral dan arak..
“Cuba perhatikan murid2.. lihat bagaimana saya akan memasukkan cacing ini
kedalam gelas, perhatikan betul2. Cacing yang sebelah kanan saya, akan saya
masukkan ke dalam air mineral manakala cacing yang sebelah kiri saya akan
masukkan ke dalam arak. Perhatikan betul2.”
Semua mata tertumpu pada kedua2 ekor cacing itu.
Seperti dijangkakan, cacing yang berada dalam gelas yang berisi air mineral
itu berenang2 di dasar gelas, manakala cacing yang berada di dalam arak
menggeletek lalu mati. Si cikgu tersenyum lebar, apabila melihat anak2
muridnya memberikan sepenuh tumpuan pada ujikajinya.
“Baiklah murid2, apa yang kamu dapat belajar dari ujikaji yang cikgu
tunjukkan sebentar tadi??”
Dengan penuh yakin anak2 muridnya menjawab,
UNTUK MENGELAKKAN KECACINGAN...MINUMLAH ARAK…
Pengajaran : Cakap biar terang, bak kata-kata dalam filem P Ramlee……….
Koleksi lawak jenaka yang diperolehi melalui kawan – kawan & sumber – sumber lain.
Di harap dapat menceriakan hari anda.
HAve a good day.
Jumpa lagi dengan koleksi lawak jenaka sedikit masa lagi.