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I am going to give you a few more days buddy. I’m going to reach out to you buddy.
If you’re not going to respond, that is your loss.
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Faith is a wonderous thing. I am lucky to have it. 🙂
I’m changing my life for the better now.
Filed under: School years
this is so idiotic okay. i hate it when i’m not in control of my own emotions. argh, why the angst crap? what the heck is wrong with me? I’m going bonkus school’s starting tomorrow and here i am, not even getting my priorities right. GOODNESS. this has got to stop. I have grown out of my hormonal raging phrase. I don’t need anybody to prove my worth.
School starts tmr. i’m off to where i belong. The jobless days are over. Life as i know it is starting again. And it’s all going to be very new, lots of change to deal with in a year, temptations might even pop out from nothing. But i know i will not succumb to whatever forms they come in.
Because i know my eventual and final destination, that’s going to keep me on the track for the next 2 years. It’s the first time I am this clear of what i want for myself. It has been my goal since my secondary school years–when my counterparts were thinking of whichever JC they want to get into, i was one step ahead. I didn’t care about whichever school i would get into as much as about tertiary education.
Come on!!! belt up! This is going to be the most crucial leg in this rat race! But i do not fear because i know i run it with my family, friends and the Lord.
postscript: it seems that the word ‘lord’ is always used in Christianity and is associated to it also. but i’m using it to the context of my religion.
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J and i talked about our story yesterday. And we created the most mind-boogling story idea ever. It’s a mystery case/suspense/thriller. And talking about it yesterday night made me all excited to start writing about it.
It’s set in a school, and there’s the evil janitor who goes around killing teachers and students…We had a fun time choosing the names, the country it would be set in which J used the Atlas for some much needed help.
In the end, we decided on Germany. And so J and i started the tiresome task of selecting german names. Here are the names:
1. Berta Schneider, girl (main character)
2. Heirt, evil janitor (rearranged the form ‘Hilter’)
3. Miss Krause
4. Mr Bauer
J would think of more names for the other character. Meanwhile, this is getting so exciting. A daunting task at first, but now, it seems almost possible!
stay tune for more updates!
Filed under: The big word called life
May the poor find wealth
May those weak with sorrow find joy.
May the forlorn find new hope,
constant happiness and prosperity.
May the frightened cease to be afraid.
And those be bound be free.
May the weak find power,
And may their hearts join in friendship.
–The Dalai Lama.
My heart goes out to the people of Haiti. The sick, the homeless, the destitude and forlorn. May I be able to liberate and free you from your physical sufferings. It’s for real. I know where i want to go from now.
If the body is just a body, a vehicle to perform our basic needs.
If the brain is a symphony, an orchestra, then who is the conductor?
What is this thing we call our mind. Who are we actually. What are we?
Our true nature is in fact emptiness. Emptiness not being nothingness, but having the endless possibility to change, mutate.
The mind is emptiness. Not because it is empty, but because of it not having just one form.
Every milli-second something within changes, so simply. But simplicity is extremely profound.
Filed under: READ THESE BEFORE YOU LEAVE
J suggested writing a book. I brushed it aside at first, thinking that in our current situation, such a task would be impossible. It would be naive to think that it would work out.
But i think if you think about something too much, you get nothing done at the end of the day. It is really difficult:
1. to actually write a book
but it becomes a mountainous task when:
1. you’re co-writing with another person.
and finally, an almost impossible thing it becomes when:
1. you never get to meet your co-writer.
2. deciding who to get the book publish
3. passion of writing is subjected to availiability of time
But despite it all, i’ve got my storyline churned out already.I don’t know how it will turn out, but,
I am writing a book! 🙂
psst, you can preorder your copy right now. just drop me a message.
Love is actually very simple, but people complicate it so often that it appears to be a difficult and abstract concept to understand. Then love in their opinion becomes an irony.
i think i love:
flying kites, ikea’s a dollar hotdog buns, the feel of wind on my face, wearing big baggy shirts, receiving long letters, a pleasant surprise, my grandma’s handicraft, discovering a nice song to get hooked on to, marvelling in awe at things that amazes me, dreaming of the future, dreaming again, believing, Â a heart-to-heart chat, laughing like a witch, smiling like garfield, family time, afternoon seistas, lazy mornings, cool evening breeze with cotton candy like skies, nights with abundance of stars, a long long walk after dinner with someone willing to part with an ear to listen,and an arm to hold on to, being in the company of close friends, making someone smile or laugh, feeling like the prettiest in the world, getting deja-vued that i’m predestined for greatness, giving love and receiving it in return.
I think those are what i love. The simplest kind of love, is often the purest and the most precious and transcends time and all sorts of challenges.
p.s, You only loose what you cling on to. I don’t want to loose those things, and yet i’m not able to love without attachment. Yet.
I should be able to see me through your eyes.
Through your eyes i should be able to know me more than i know myself.
If not i rather i not meet you.
Filed under: In quotations
If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.
I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
Writing from the laptop 