The Cookie Thief
lim peh ka li kong
I think many of you must have received and read this interesting poem long time ago. This is one of my favourites, just to share with those who have not read it before:
The Cookie Thiefby Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
=====
How many times in our lives,
have we absolutely known
that something was a certain way,
only to discover later that
what we believed to be true ... was not?
=====
Source: Chicken Soup for the Soul, (c) 1996 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
lim peh kong wan liao
I think many of you must have received and read this interesting poem long time ago. This is one of my favourites, just to share with those who have not read it before:
The Cookie Thiefby Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
=====
How many times in our lives,
have we absolutely known
that something was a certain way,
only to discover later that
what we believed to be true ... was not?
=====
Source: Chicken Soup for the Soul, (c) 1996 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
lim peh kong wan liao
15 Comments:
At Monday, September 03, 2007 10:11:00 PM , manic depressive said...
in sg, if u offer a stranger a cookie, she will give u a strange look and walk away, calling u 'siao'. anyway, everyone here is too busy with their own lives to care abt others, esp. those close to them.
At Monday, September 03, 2007 11:15:00 PM , 一隻熊 said...
很可愛的小故事
是的。在我們短短的人生當中,充斥著許許多多的小意外,小玩笑,小插曲。這些細 小事情,讓我們無預警的 掉入老天爺在我們四週圍設下的大小圈套。
人生就是要這樣才有趣。才豐富多彩。
啊.. 好久沒聽這樣的故事了。謝謝分享﹗
At Tuesday, September 04, 2007 6:43:00 AM , imnothere said...
poor lim-pek, so is cha-boh-lang still stealing cookie from you? (^_^)
At Tuesday, September 04, 2007 9:09:00 AM , Anonymous said...
Whaa...not sure if its suppose to be a sad story.But I felt a sudden sadness after reading it.
Its like don't take people for granted! *sigh* Maybe I've always have :(
At Tuesday, September 04, 2007 11:11:00 AM , Old Beng said...
manic depressive
Many a times, I have seen people care more and kan-chiong more on their friends rather than on their own family members... sad...
一隻熊
:)
Imnothere
No la, she never steal anything from me. She just need to look at me, lim peh everything also boleh give her.
Onethefool
Still not too late to change, dude.
All of us should put in a little bit more effort to care and notice of the people around us :)
At Tuesday, September 04, 2007 1:26:00 PM , lauhero said...
If this happen in SG, l think that guy will start shouting, "siao cha bor, li si ann chua, tao gear wa a cookies, ka ki buay huie buay si bo.
Or on the other thou, she is arrogant or this guy trying to be funny or got a liking on her.
wa ha ha ha buay pei sai a
At Tuesday, September 04, 2007 3:31:00 PM , Anonymous said...
nice poem...nvr read before (coz i nvr read chicken soup for soul). thz for sharing =)
At Tuesday, September 04, 2007 3:40:00 PM , Old Beng said...
Lau Hero
You may be right, knowing Singaporeans but guess I don´t mind to share but not half, maybe partial of it.
okiedokie
Glad that you like :)
At Tuesday, September 04, 2007 5:27:00 PM , Anonymous said...
This story reminds me an incident that happened not long ago. My colleague accusing me for wrong input in my report, the fact is that the information was given by her. *signed*
At Wednesday, September 05, 2007 1:11:00 AM , Whiskoffee said...
i like this meaningful story. and... this cookie story reminds me of a fren.
with ur permission, i shall repost it. =)
At Wednesday, September 05, 2007 11:11:00 AM , Old Beng said...
Don
Working life is like that la, try having "black and white" in future to avoid "misunderstanding" :)
Whiskoffee
Please go ahead :)
At Thursday, September 06, 2007 11:41:00 AM , Casius said...
Just thinking aloud... does that make a difference for a "she" to get the cookie from a "he"? I mean, guy is always more forgiving to opporsite sex. :-)
At Friday, September 07, 2007 12:46:00 AM , Whiskoffee said...
thanks =)
At Friday, September 07, 2007 2:00:00 PM , Mockingbird said...
Ha, ha, ha...! :D This is a good one. The moral of the story is: Get the facts right before jumping to conclusions :)
At Friday, September 07, 2007 2:27:00 PM , Old Beng said...
Casius
Yeah, I agree with you theory.
Whiskoffee
:)
Mockingbird
One tends to believe what he believes before further confirmation. Me like that one, must change.
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