Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Shotgun
2 hours had passed as I laid down on my bed. The eyes were starting to close and the mind started to drift to the beginnings of a dream.
And then I heard....Soulja boy
Grr.. dumb radio.
Two words, my neighbours! Its what? 11.00 pm, 1. 30 am? And that music is blasting its loudest through the ceiling. I tell you if I only had a shot gun.
Times like these make me wish I kept the m16 rifle with me instead of that NS belt.
And then I heard....Soulja boy
Grr.. dumb radio.
Two words, my neighbours! Its what? 11.00 pm, 1. 30 am? And that music is blasting its loudest through the ceiling. I tell you if I only had a shot gun.
Times like these make me wish I kept the m16 rifle with me instead of that NS belt.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
I'm so sleepy
Today has been beyond long. Spent an amazing afternoon with Lach and my girl pals at his place. Ate half the food he served to us and filmed crazy videos.
Made curry.. Awesome.
And now all I want to do is sleep!!
Oh sleep claim me now. sweet sweet sleep.
Made curry.. Awesome.
And now all I want to do is sleep!!
Oh sleep claim me now. sweet sweet sleep.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Drift down to the candy shop...
And get me some lollipops.............. and the song stays stuck in my head all day long. Shucks. Well it could be worse. Halo could be in my head all day. Just one word all the time. A mantra. No!!!
Anyway, I baked muffins and gosh did they turned out great. Next I am going to bake a pie. Yes, you heard me (in this case read me). Pie!!
I never thought I would be going back in the kitchen and baking. If anyone told me I would have months ago, I would have laugh in his face. And look at me now, eating the words I threw at my mum years ago. (I'll never bake, mum. Ever!)
I see her laughing at me at this very moment. (sigh) Mum.
Anyway, I baked muffins and gosh did they turned out great. Next I am going to bake a pie. Yes, you heard me (in this case read me). Pie!!
I never thought I would be going back in the kitchen and baking. If anyone told me I would have months ago, I would have laugh in his face. And look at me now, eating the words I threw at my mum years ago. (I'll never bake, mum. Ever!)
I see her laughing at me at this very moment. (sigh) Mum.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Stretch..
Freedom in its truest sense for me means liberty. It means free will and opportunities. Freedom to grow and to be what you want to be or even more.
Freedom is a dream. And like every dream it has a price. One may want to go overseas to study. In order for that dream to work, that person must have the grades, the determination and the finances. Its the price that you have to pay if you wanted to go that far.
Say someone wanted to build the tallest building in the world. One must be an architect and have both government and non-government organisations investing in the project. One must be knowledgeable and have a team of dedicated people who want to help build that dream with you. The hours spent and the effort put in to make it a reality is the price you need to pay to see it come to life.
We all have the freedom to choose our dreams. We all have the chance to decide which route should we take. And in turn we all have a price we have to pay.
Now the question is how is your dream going to affect the world?
Will your dream build the dreams of others? Or will it destroy? Will it create a better tomorrow? Or will it be always only a dream?
The choice is up to us. And at the end of the day, the world is waiting for an answer.
Freedom is a dream. And like every dream it has a price. One may want to go overseas to study. In order for that dream to work, that person must have the grades, the determination and the finances. Its the price that you have to pay if you wanted to go that far.
Say someone wanted to build the tallest building in the world. One must be an architect and have both government and non-government organisations investing in the project. One must be knowledgeable and have a team of dedicated people who want to help build that dream with you. The hours spent and the effort put in to make it a reality is the price you need to pay to see it come to life.
We all have the freedom to choose our dreams. We all have the chance to decide which route should we take. And in turn we all have a price we have to pay.
Now the question is how is your dream going to affect the world?
Will your dream build the dreams of others? Or will it destroy? Will it create a better tomorrow? Or will it be always only a dream?
The choice is up to us. And at the end of the day, the world is waiting for an answer.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
A Scare
A friend once told me a few years ago that she wanted to end her life.
When you hear stories like these or when you watch a movie about suicide, you never think you would one day have to face something like that. Naturally as a friend you would panic. Some would worry. While a few labeled as nitwits might remain skeptical and probably think it was a ruse to get attention.
Now how do you answer your friend who just told you that. How? Do you say, could you wait? Do you say, I'm sorry? Do you say, I'm not free now but I think we can both end our lives sometime next week at say so and so time and place? What do you tell her?
I still remember that day and I asked her (while praying to the God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit for help.) why. Naturally she'll listed down everything.
1) I hate myself
2) Everyone hates me
3)Nobody likes me
4) No one loves me.
That was basically the gist of it. The sad thing was this person, this incredible person did not even realise her worth or how much she meant to me or everyone around her or even to God. But how could she have known, she was drowning in self pity, guilt and hatred. Everyone can relate to that.
The weird thing was her story was not dramatic. She felt left out.
The fact that she told me this showed me she wanted to live. She was afraid just like many of us. She figured the rest of the world had secret books of life which told of ways to succeed while she was wandering around clueless.
To be honest the one reason why anyone thinks or even does commit suicide is because they think they are unloved.
She just needed to open her eyes.
What did I tell her?
Ahh... loads of things. I told her about the beauty of the world. I told her about the things she has yet to see. I told her about love. The love that her friends and family have of her. I told her about the love God has of her.
Its a scary thing when a person you know thinks about disappearing of the face of the world just to run away from his or her troubles. But in today's world it is becoming a norm. The world is skeptical and so it scoffs at the very notion that love exists when the irony is, the world craves it. Today, there are more than 3 suicides happening each minute of the day. Is it no wonder that sooner or later you might find yourself in the same situation I was in years ago? A friend, a family member, a love one.
I believe though in our current lifetime alone (despite the fact that most of us have never became famous or incredibly rich or have yet to reach our golden years) we have already changed a person's life for the better. And in that made a difference.
How do I know this?
Years ago, I changed my friend's life. Today I am still impacting my friends' lives just because I am their friend.
Look into the lives of those around you and then tell me have you made a difference?
When you hear stories like these or when you watch a movie about suicide, you never think you would one day have to face something like that. Naturally as a friend you would panic. Some would worry. While a few labeled as nitwits might remain skeptical and probably think it was a ruse to get attention.
Now how do you answer your friend who just told you that. How? Do you say, could you wait? Do you say, I'm sorry? Do you say, I'm not free now but I think we can both end our lives sometime next week at say so and so time and place? What do you tell her?
I still remember that day and I asked her (while praying to the God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit for help.) why. Naturally she'll listed down everything.
1) I hate myself
2) Everyone hates me
3)Nobody likes me
4) No one loves me.
That was basically the gist of it. The sad thing was this person, this incredible person did not even realise her worth or how much she meant to me or everyone around her or even to God. But how could she have known, she was drowning in self pity, guilt and hatred. Everyone can relate to that.
The weird thing was her story was not dramatic. She felt left out.
The fact that she told me this showed me she wanted to live. She was afraid just like many of us. She figured the rest of the world had secret books of life which told of ways to succeed while she was wandering around clueless.
To be honest the one reason why anyone thinks or even does commit suicide is because they think they are unloved.
She just needed to open her eyes.
What did I tell her?
Ahh... loads of things. I told her about the beauty of the world. I told her about the things she has yet to see. I told her about love. The love that her friends and family have of her. I told her about the love God has of her.
Its a scary thing when a person you know thinks about disappearing of the face of the world just to run away from his or her troubles. But in today's world it is becoming a norm. The world is skeptical and so it scoffs at the very notion that love exists when the irony is, the world craves it. Today, there are more than 3 suicides happening each minute of the day. Is it no wonder that sooner or later you might find yourself in the same situation I was in years ago? A friend, a family member, a love one.
I believe though in our current lifetime alone (despite the fact that most of us have never became famous or incredibly rich or have yet to reach our golden years) we have already changed a person's life for the better. And in that made a difference.
How do I know this?
Years ago, I changed my friend's life. Today I am still impacting my friends' lives just because I am their friend.
Look into the lives of those around you and then tell me have you made a difference?
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Nom nom nom.
I was just randomly looking at some pictures when I saw something that reminded me of a story my dad once told me.
My twin aunts had these two rabbits. Both were well fed and taken care of. Unfortunately both loved to fight. One day, my grandmother got fed up.
The next morning, there was rabbit stew.
Moral of the story; do not keep edible pets.
My twin aunts had these two rabbits. Both were well fed and taken care of. Unfortunately both loved to fight. One day, my grandmother got fed up.
The next morning, there was rabbit stew.
Moral of the story; do not keep edible pets.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
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